#mich schumacher x reader

[holllandtrash]

disapproval | mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x leclerc!reader

request: "Mick Schumacher imagine where the reader is the youngest Leclerc. I live for overprotective brothers, so if you could include that. It doesn’t matter if it is a story or an Instagram au" word count: 2.6k warnings: none except kind of asshole brother charles so sry

You waited almost twenty minutes after the race started before sneaking out the back door of the Ferrari garage. Mick texted you saying ‘come by in 20’ but you figured 18 and a half minutes was close enough.

With all of the mechanics and pit crew focused on the race, you managed to make your way down to the Mercedes garage relatively unnoticed. You did receive a few questionable glances from the employees who did know you, but none of them said or did anything to stop you from opening up the door. Your VIP access pass was enough for you to do, for the most part, what you wanted

You shut the door quietly, not wanting to draw extra attention to yourself. You were a Leclerc in the Mercedes garage. Even if you knew next to nothing about the actual strategies or the game plan for the races, neither of the team principals would be too happy to see you in the competitions garage.

When you felt a hand on your waist, you jumped and gasped quietly, but when you heard Mick’s laugh you leaned into his touch.

“I said I’d meet you outside,” he whispered, pulling your back gently against his chest. Mick dropped his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Yeah, but you’re not supposed to leave the garage,” you pointed out. A loud cheer of excitement came from the pit crew when George overtook the car ahead of him and you pushed Mick closer into the corner, wanting to be as far out of the public eye as possible. 

“You’re sweet,” Mick traced his fingers over your jaw and turned your head to face him, his bright blue sent fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach. It had been eight months with this man and he still made it feel as though you two were the only people to ever exist whenever he looked at you. 

You had started dating towards the end of the last season. Spending the break together was ideal and romantic and you had never been happier. Obviously, you both would have loved it if he was still driving this season, but being Mercedes’ race driver ensured that he would still be there every weekend.

There was only one issue. 

Your older brothers were still very sceptical about your relationship. Charles, especially. He, sometimes, respected Mick as a driver and when they raced, they got along fine, but you were his younger sister, his only sister. To him, no one would ever be good enough for you. 

That didn’t stop you, though. Mick made you happier than you’d ever been. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin resting on top of your head as the two of you watched the race play out in the garage. You could feel him wince whenever Lewis or George had a close encounter. And in return, he squeezed your sides gently when Charles had too much oversteer in the fifth corner and caused him to drop down a place. 

“I wish you were racing,” you whispered, raising your hand up to cup his cheek. Mick turned his head and kissed your palm. 

“No you don’t,” Mick chuckled. “Because then you’d have to choose between rooting for me or your brother.”

“Oh, definitely you,” the lack of hesitancy in your response made him laugh harder.

“Charles would never let you stand in his garage if you showed up in a shirt with my name on it.”

“Then I'd stand in your garage,” you shrugged your shoulders, your lips curled up into a sly smirk. 

“Sweetheart, I want him to like me. I don’t need him thinking of ways to send me to the grave every time I pass him in the paddock.”

“He does like you!” you retorted, but you could both hear the uncertainty in your tone. You could feel him sigh and you corrected yourself, “He likes you as a person, just not-”

“As your boyfriend.”

You turned around in his grasp, interlocking your fingers behind his neck. Mick’s soft smile had the ability to calm your nerves. It didn’t matter what your brothers thought about the two of you. As long as you had Mick, you were fine.

There was a screen right behind Mick’s head and your gaze darted it for a second, only to see that there were a handful of laps left. Charles had managed to get the lead back and unless there was a red flag in the next few minutes, there was a good chance he’d finish first. As his sister, you basically had to be there to celebrate. 

Mick could see what was going through your head and he raised his hand to your chin, gently pulling your attention back to him. 

“Call me later,” he told you. “We can get dinner.”

“If Charles wins, a bunch of drivers are going out. Arthur too and he’ll expect me to join them.” you said, remembering the plans that he and Carlos made earlier today. Honestly, they didn’t need an excuse to go clubbing, but if they had a reason to celebrate then all the better. “Please come.”

Mick didn’t like going out. You had figured that out pretty early on in your relationship. The club scene just wasn’t him. He’d so much rather stay in and order take out. His favorite nights were when the two of you would spend twenty minutes trying to figure out what movie to watch as the pizza got cold only to always settle on reruns of shows you’ve already seen.

But he loved you and saying no to you wasn’t something he could easily do. 

“Okay,” his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but as long as you were by his side tonight, he couldn’t complain.

You stood on your toes to kiss him, tuning out the rest of the garage, hell- the whole world, as his lips met yours. His grip on your waist tightened and it took everything in you not to pull him to the nearest washroom so you could have a bit more privacy.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. He squeezed your side again and repeated the words back. As he lowered his arms, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, instantly ignoring the texts from Arthur wondering where you had gone all race. 

A simple instagram story post would answer his questions.

You’d just have to remember to post a congratulations picture for Charles on your feed later, otherwise he’d be bitter. He wouldn’t come out and say it, but you’d know.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you assured Mick and he was quick to give you one last peck on your cheek before you headed out the back of the Mercedes garage. 

You showed up at Ferrari just as the pit crew was running across the pit lane to climb onto the fences, ready to show their support for Charles who would cross the finish line any second now. No one seemed to notice your disappearance.

Until you locked eyes with Arthur.

With his arms crossed against his chest, he slowly made his way over to you, eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for an explanation. 

“What?” You asked, turning your focus to the screen.

“You were at Mercedes?”

“For a bit, yeah,” you shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “I was with Mick, why does it matter? It’s not like I'm needed here anyway.” You gestured around the nearly empty garage and when you looked up at your brother, you could tell he was ready to scold you. “Look, today is about Charles. Can we just save the talking to for another day? The last thing I need is for either of us to be in a pissy mood before we go out.”

As luck would have it, Charles turned the last corner and was heading down the track at full speed. The crowd was going wild, cheering on the Monegasque driver. It was deafening and you knew that you wouldn’t get a chance to personally congratulate him until later. 

You waited until he went to parc fermé before grabbing your bag and heading for the back door of the garage. Arthur grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere. He had this look on his face, assuming that you were on your way to see Mick again. 

“I’m going back to the hotel,” you assured him, yanking your wrist from his grasp. “I’d rather not get lost in a sea of people today, Arthur. Come and knock on my door when you guys are planning on leaving.”

A flash of regret crossed his face, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. He didn’t approve of your relationship either, but he also knew how happy Mick made you. The only one who actually seemed to be on yours and Mick's side was Lorenzo, but he wasn’t there to back you up today.

“Oh and I invited Mick to come out with us,” you flashed Arthur a cheeky grin, but you were already way out of the garage before he could even think about arguing with you.

A few hours, five shots and a spilled drink or two later, you found yourself in the middle of a conversation with Lando and Oscar. The three of you were tucked away in the back corner of the VIP section, sitting on the purple velvet couches while the majority of the other drivers were either dancing or at the bar. 

You were doubled over laughing at something Lando had said and your stomach was starting to cramp from how much the two McLaren drivers were making you laugh. The three of you were all struggling to catch your breath when the driver of the day showed up, 

“What is so funny?” Charles asked, nodding his head to instruct you to move over so he could squeeze in between you and Lando. 

What was so funny? 

“Lando-” you pointed at the Brit, but for the life of you could not remember what the joke was that had you breathless. You eventually shrugged, “You just had to be here.”

You reached for your drink that was on the table in front of you as your eyes scanned the crowded club. At the same time, Charles was watching you and there was no way for him to ignore the way your features softened when you locked eyes with Mick who was standing off to the side chatting with Daniel.

He sent a wink in your direction and even in the dim lighting, anyone who simply glanced your way would be able to see your cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“What do you see in him?” 

You snapped your head towards your brother, not a fan of his harsh tone. “I see everything in him. He means the world to me, Charles.”

“You barely know him,” Charles rolled his eyes and beside him, Lando and Oscar slowly inched away from your conversation. They both knew tensions were high when it came to your relationship.

“No, you barely know him,” you retorted. “You see him as a reserve driver for Mercedes and nothing else.”

“That’s not true, I also see him as an ex driver for Haas,” Charles argued back, earning a stifle of laughter from Oscar. You shot both him and your brother a glare before you stood up from the couch. 

“Trouduc,” you spat. Asshole.

“Hey, Y/N, come on,” Charles chuckled, reaching for your wrist before you could storm off. “I just think you could do better than Mick, is all. You have a habit of falling too hard too fast and I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks for your concern,” the sarcasm dripped from your words and you firmly ripped your arm from his hold. He let go of you at the same time and the momentum sent you stumbling backwards. 

You were half expecting to lose your balance and hit the ground, but instead a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you could fall. You looked up to see Mick, eyeing you with concern. The second his line of sight darted towards Charles, it clicked in his head what had happened.

For months you tried desperately to get Charles to understand that you were happy and in love. You wanted your older brother to respect your relationship and actually support it, but it was starting to become draining. You were beginning to think he would just never approve.

“You alright?” Mick asked, and even though you nodded, he saw right through the act. He reached for your hand and squeezed it.

“Can we go?” You asked him, wondering why you didn’t take him up on his offer to just stay in tonight. 

Mick nodded and he started to pull you in the direction of the club doors. You only got a few feet away from the VIP section when he looked over his shoulder, presumably at where Charles was sitting.

“Mick,” you urged, tugging on his hand, “Let’s just go.” 

But he had stopped walking, “Give me one minute, okay?”

“No what are you-”

You couldn’t finish that question. Mick had already walked back towards the couch. You watched as Charles stood up when he approached, eyeing up the taller blonde. Mick had a few inches over Charles, but both of them were intimidating in stance. 

From where you stood, you couldn’t hear what you were saying, but you could see Mick’s muscle tense. You could make out the lines in Charles’ forehead. When Lando and Oscar stood up as well, you could tell they were getting ready to intervene if needed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cross the floor and get involved. 

And then Charles stepped closer. There was only a few inches of space between the two of them now and you were praying that they both cared about their careers enough to not do anything stupid. The last thing you needed was for this to turn into an altercation and blow up on twitter.

Lando said something to both of them and Charles looked over at you. Whatever Lando said was all it took for Mick to back off and make his way back to you. He grabbed your hand, linking your fingers together. You hated the scowl on his face. Mick was never angry. 

“What did you say to him?” You asked when you stepped outside. Mick pulled out his phone to order an uber, ignoring your question. You poked a finger against his chest, “Micky, what did you say to Charles?”

Mick sighed, sliding his phone in his pocket, “I told him that he had to get over himself and accept the fact that you and I are together.”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting to hear Charles’ response.

Reluctantly, he told you. “He said that eventually you’ll smarten up. You’ll realise that you can do a lot better than me.”

Charles’ words had gotten to Mick. You wanted to scream at your brother for being so blatantly disrespectful. 

“Don’t listen to him,” you said quietly. “He’s taking the whole protective older brother thing to the next level and he’s just being an ass.”

“He’ll never approve of us together.”

“I don’t need his approval,” you assured Mick. But you were both thinking the same thing. You didn't need his approval, but you definitely wanted it. You hated that your relationship with Mick was putting such a strain on your relationship with your family.

The uber pulled up and Mick opened the door for you, letting you slide in first. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, letting the silence fill the car ride. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened up Instagram. Mick chuckled when he saw what you were posting and you felt him smile against your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

The rest of your night with Mick was wholesome. You curled up into the hotel room bed and you put on reruns of an old sitcom, both of you pushing the interaction with Charles far from your minds.

It wasn't until you woke up the next morning and saw the dozens of notifications. Missed calls, tweet and texts. All of them drawing attention to the comment on your post from last night.

Your heart sank when you opened up the app and saw what Charles had commented in the early hours in the morning, probably when he was just getting back from the club, and most definitely too drunk to be on his phone.

You could only assume that he had meant to send the photo to one of his friends, or even Arthur, but instead in his drunken state, the intended private message ended up being a very public comment.

yourusername

liked by mercedesamgfi, landonorris and 68,822 others

tagged: mickschumacher

yourusername mon chéri🖤

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mickschumacher i don't speak french

yourusername use google translate dummy

paddockgf such cuties im obsessed🥹

sunshinelewis y/n leclerc is really out here living all of our dreams

charles_leclerc i reallt dont understand why they r together

yourbestfriend ... maybe because they're in love? try being supportive of your sister for a change landonorris too far charles, too far

You hurried to delete his comment, but at this point you knew half of the F1 media world had already seen it and the other half would hear about it before noon.

Your phone started to vibrate and you swallowed back a lump that had formed in your throat.

incoming call: charles

part 2 here part 3 here

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Pre-Announcement Announcement!

Hello gremlins <3

This is just a quick little check-in/hello moment and to go over a couple of things so stick around for a few mins

Firstly, how are we doing? Are we all okay? I know I've taken a bit of a break recently just to allow myself to step back and focus on a couple of things that's been going on in my real life but now it's the end of the season and I'm ready to fill the void again! I hope you're all doing okay and taking care of yourselves <3

Secondly, as we are coming to the end of the 2022 season I know we are going to be losing a few faces we love. I want to make it clear that on this blog I will still be writing about and accepting requests for SEB, MICK and DANNY. They may be leaving the grid but they are NOT leaving my heart!

Thirdly, and most importantly, there is a BIG, BIG announcement coming to this blog after the race on Sunday, so make sure you all remember to check back in or turn post notifications on for that because I'm so excited to share it with you!

(and here's a little wholesome moment because I think we all need it rn)

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paper-thin walls | m.s.

PAIR. neighbour!mick schumacher x single mother!reader

SUMM. noisy neighbours was the last thing mick was expecting after the long f1 season. he's tired, he's stressed, and believe it or not, he's ready to give his neighbour a piece of his damn mind.

WC. 5.6k

NOTES. first fic of 2023, everyone cheer!! i'm trying out new styles of writing, so please lmk how you found this fic.

WARNINGS include excessive use of the word 'fuck' (i'm sorry), and...shirtless mick? as always, don't be a ghost reader!

rest and relaxation, mick. that’s what toto had told him before he waved him off at the airport. we need you in prime shape for the next season.

mick tossed in his bed, migraine prickling the back of his head as another screech came from the wall beside him. 

look like you haven’t slept in months, mate. george had thrown an arm over his shoulder, cheeky smile playing on his lips as he brought a finger up to poke the obvious bags under mick’s eye. look alive, mick. it’s only gonna get worse from here.

it wasn’t official yet, but soon, news would drop about lewis’ retirement and mick’s subsequent promotion to the empty mercedes seat. he supposed that george was right. the season had only just ended and yet already, his shared calendar was filling up faster and faster with events, testing sessions, and appearances for the new season.

i’ll tell you this now. get all the sleep you can get this break. lewis rolled his shoulders back, stretching his neck side-to-side. the now eighth-time champion yawned loudly, muttering about how he was glad to be escaping the early mornings of simulator practice that happened closer to the start and end of the off season. 

mick couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. it was strange, really, how quickly the idea of sleep had turned from attainable to something as out-of-reach as his seat on the grid had been the year prior. except, only his fight for his seat came with much less crying and screaming from his next door neighbour.

now listen, mick didn’t hate kids, alright. in fact, his older sister had brought a wonderful little boy into the world some years ago, and mick didn’t like to brag, but he was certain he was his nephew’s favourite uncle;

( “you’re also his only uncle, mick.” gina rolled her eyes as she watched mick toss her son up in the air. 

mick waved her off, laughing along with his nephew. “i’m still his favourite, aren’t i, jonah?” 

he had directed the second half of his sentence to the boy in his arms who, when addressed, nodded rapidly and smiled at his mom with his crooked teeth. 

“yeah, mama! uncle mickie is the best uncle in the whoooooole world!” )

so, yeah, it was fair to say mick liked kids. but when that kid is crying her little lungs out at 2:53 in the morning for the third night in a row? yeah, that’s when he draws a line. 

a beat passed before another set of pitiful whines reverberated from the wall. mick pulled the pillow out from under him, and stuffed it over his head instead, hoping to drown out the sounds. 

his first order of business as a mercedes amg driver? move the fuck out. 

your eyes were red, beady with unshed tears as the figurative hammers slammed against your head. 

amelia was sick— had been for the past three days now. you had been trying to soothe her cries for the past hour, but to no avail. your heart broke to see your little angel’s face contort in pain as her whole body ached. 

it’s a simple cold. your pediatrician had told you such with a small smile. she was holding on to a red lollipop that she reached over and handed to amelia. the two-year-old had reluctantly reached out and grabbed it before rushing back against your side. her forehead was burning up as you pushed her bangs away from her face, face visibly worried. it’s viral, hon. the seasons are changing. nothing to worry about.

you had a sneaking suspicion that the lady from the fourth floor with the hacking cough had been the one to infect your little girl. if only the elevator doors had closed on her that day.

( you pressed the ‘door close’ button repeatedly, willing it to close before anne from the fourth floor would reach the elevator. 

amelia giggled with each press of the button. “i wanna try! i wanna try! mommy, please can i try?” she had stood on her tippy-toes, teetering over and grabbing onto your dress as support. 

you smiled, hand leaving the button to instead ruffle her hair. “it’s all yours, little lady. have at it.”

amelia reached over and pushed her finger against the ‘door open’ button. you held in a groan as the door jerked in the opposite direction. you tutted lightly, pushing amelia’s finger to the next button over. “wrong button, baby.”

amelia ‘ohh’ed,  finger pushing against the button one again, but it was too late.

you watched as anne rushed to the elevator door with a rejuvenated fervor, wanting so badly for the doors to close right before she got on. you prayed to schindler elevators that the doors would close on her.

schindler elevators inc. was unfortunately not a god, and thus, anne got on.

“good afternoon, dear.” anne sniffled out, turning to look at the little girl in front of you. “thank you for waiting, dearie.”

amelia smiled, “you’re welcome! what floor?” 

anne coughed loudly. you tried to hide your grimace. “fourth, please.”

the doors finally closed and amelia tugged on your dress once again. you smiled at her hopeless face, reaching up to press the fourth floor button. 

anne had coughed and sneezed a few more times before she nasally said goodbye and got off on her floor. )

anne was a sweet lady, you wouldn’t deny it. but at this moment in time, you couldn’t help but curse her with all the malicious intent you could muster. you were tired. amelia was tired. and yet, nothing you were doing seemed to lull the girl into a state of slumber.

faintly, you could feel the guilt creeping up on you. the walls of your apartment complex were thin— you’d learned that the hard way. you were aware of how amelia’s cries were probably making their way into your neighbour’ houses and into the hallway, but quite frankly, you couldn’t even pretend to give a shit while you pulled amelia into your arms and took her on a little walk around your apartment. 

her loud cries slowly turned into sniffles and low whines as you rocked her around your house, showing her all the framed pictures hung around your house. one of her hands found its way to your hair, twirling some strands while the other stayed nestled between your bodies. your shirts had come off long ago— skin-to-skin was always a great comfort for amelia, and you could tell that the material of her sleeves and your t-shirt was overstimulating her greatly. 

even dressed in just a diaper, amelia’s arm, and subsequently, the rest of her body, was burning up from the fever she was running. you had a feeling that the medicine you had given her before her scheduled bedtime was wearing off, but amelia had refused to drink her milk and you were reluctant to give her another dose on an empty stomach. 

you hated to rouse her once she had finally quieted down but after being a mother for two years, you quickly learned that too much empathy could lead to your downfall. amelia needed to take her medicine now so that she wouldn’t have another meltdown in an hour’s time, and if that came at the expense of her crying just a bit more, it’d have to do.

you hesitantly pulled amelia away from your skin, hushing her lightly as she started to resist and whine. “i know, i know. i’m sorry, baby. i know it hurts.” 

you made your way to the kitchen. you talked amelia through every step, hoping to keep her distracted long enough to pull out an applesauce cup from the pantry. “we’re gonna eat some food and then give you your medicine so your body stops hurting. okay, baby?” 

amelia shivered lightly as your hand grazed over her stomach. she watched with wet eyes as you grabbed a spoon and attempted to open the cup— it was quite hard, doing everything with one hand.

“can mommy put you down?” you stopped and looked down at amelia, who frowned before slowly shaking her head and leaning into your chest again. “you wanna sit in my lap?” amelia nodded, a shuddered breath escaping her as she let herself calm down.

you worked quickly, sitting down with a tired baby in your lap and peeling open the cup. you fed amelia with slow bites, hoping she kept her food down this time. after she finished about half the cup, she started to fuss, pushing her face into your arm to avoid eating anymore. you were too tired to care about the fact that she had rubbed applesauce all over your bare arm. 

you decided against giving her the next dose of medicine until she stopped being fussy— if there was anything amelia had seemed to hate more than being sick, it was taking her medicine. the one she had been prescribed was grape flavoured, and it was by far the worst flavour of medicine you had the disgrace of stumbling across. you pitied your daughter. truly, you did, but you wanted her to get better, and if this grape-flavoured syrup was the only way to nurse her back to health, you’d do whatever it takes to get her to drink it. 

amelia was now sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket as her clammy skin made her feel cold. she watched you with narrowed eyes as you manoeuvred around the kitchen to find her medicine and her sippy cup filled with water. although you had tried your hardest to hide the bottle from her, amelia recognized the purple bottle instantly, shaking her head furiously and whining out a no, mommy.

you sighed, not wanting to experience the third meltdown of the night. half heartedly, you wished for her to just stop crying and go to sleep, entirely too exhausted by caring for a sick child while running on a combined two hours of sleep. 

you couldn’t help but mentally scold yourself; god, you were such a bad mother. here your daughter was— sick and in need of your comfort— and instead of comforting her, you’re frustrated with her tears and couldn’t stand to hear another cry. you were just so tired. yet, you had no right to complain— you knew being a single mother would have been hard, but you still went through with it. 

you took a deep breath in, trying to stop yourself from spiralling. 

you carried amelia in your womb for nine months alone. you had gave birth alone. you had spent the last three years raising amelia on your own, and god damn it, a sickness would not make you question your worth as a mother. not over your dead body.

“alright, mimi.” you crouched in front of where amelia had been sitting, a weak smile on your face to try and coax her into drinking her medicine. “you’ve gotta drink your medicine if you want to feel better, okay?— no, don’t give me that look. mommy doesn’t want to give you this either, but you have to drink it or else you’ll continue hurting all night.”

the young girl sniffled, eyes already watering again. “but it’s yucky!”

you placed the sippy cup on the ground beside you, reaching up to caress her cheek lightly. “it is, but it helps you feel less icky and achy, okay?”

amelia stared at the bottle in your hand, a frown clear on her face. you wished she hadn’t taken up your stubbornness. 

“we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, amelia.” you gave her a slightly stern look.

amelia shook her head before pushing it back and into the cushion of the couch. 

hard way, it is.

you leave me no choice, amelia. you placed the plastic feeding syringe filled with 5 mL of the purple medicine, and reached out to hold onto amelia. you sat down in her spot, holding the girl down by her arms as she started to yell and flail her limbs. after she realized her arms were being held, she began to kick her feet, trying to roll out of your arms. 

your grip didn’t loosen, leaning forward to grab the syringe once again. you held the syringe near her mouth, and amelia immediately started to scream louder, yells turning into sobs. again, very faintly, you worried about the noise and your neighbours, but you pushed forward. 

you placed the syringe against the inside of her cheek, releasing some of the medicine. amelia stopped crying for a slight second to swallow before going back to her loud cries. the migraine from earlier returned as you repeated your actions twice more before tossing the empty syringe to the table and pulling the girl up in your lap.

amelia gagged loudly, and you couldn’t stop the loud no, no, no! no throwing up from escaping your lips. you grabbed her sippy cup before helping her wash down the medicine. god, children were so dramatic.

amelia, whose hands were now free, pushed the sippy cup away after a few sips. her lips were downturned into a big pout, and her eyes were glassy. her breath shuddered, still recovering from her outburst from seconds ago. you cooed gently, pushing her hair away from her forehead and eyes. 

“see, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” you imagined that if she knew how, amelia would respond to you with a death glare. 

you pulled the girl closer to you, hand on her hair, smoothing it down as she placed her wet cheek against your sternum. you whispered quiet compliments to your baby as she started to calm down, hand coming back up to grab your hair and tangle her fingers into it.

it was quiet— no sounds aside from your whispers of i love you’s and amelia’s heavy breathing (her nose had stuffed up not too long ago). it had stayed quiet for maybe twenty seconds, until the silence was broken by a rather aggressive knock on your door.

amelia startled, and your heart dropped.  fuck.

mick wasn’t sure when he finally dozed off. the little girl from the other side of his wall had finally quieted down, and he could faintly hear another woman’s voice coaxing her to calm down. 

when he came to again, it had of course been due to another meltdown from the girl. he’d startled awake, pillow falling from his face and onto the floor beside him. his heart rate was erratic, and it took him a few seconds to get a bearing of his surroundings. when the next cry resonated through his room, he couldn’t help the loud groan from escaping past his lips.

mick sat up in his bed, suddenly feeling a strong wave of rage crash over him. it was late, and he was tired. it was past 3 am now, and mick schumacher had had enough.

the last few days had been stressful, to say the least. mick was going to be an official driver on the grid next season, for mercedes, and as excited as he was, he was also nervous— extremely nervous. yes, it was off season, but everyone knew that off season meant preparing for the next season. there really weren’t any “days off” in formula one, not really— if it wasn’t driving, it was sim work, and if it wasn’t the sim, it was working out to keep those muscles in shape.

frankly, mick had mentally exhausted himself by worrying for his next season in formula one, and with the lack of sleep, the man was nearing insanity.

he could feel the frustration, the exhaustion, and all his anxieties start to build up; start to consume him. he let them consume him. 

as if on autopilot, mick got out of his bed, walking out of his bedroom and directly towards his front door. another loud cry came from across the wall, this one louder from all the rest. 

if mick had been in his right mind, he wouldn’t have opened the door and rapped his knuckles against his neighbour’s door rather aggressively. but alas, mick had finally exploded, and who better to release his frustrations on than his next-door neighbours who couldn’t shut the fuck up at 3 am on a wednesday night. 

the second he registered his hand on the painted black door, he paled. fuck. mick felt like he was slapped in the face— what the fuck was he thinking? what the fuck could he possibly do? yell at whoever opened the door? tell them to shut their baby up? fuck. fuck.

mick held his breath, pulling his hand back. should i run for it? his eyes flitted from the door in front of him to his own. a beat passed, the door didn’t open, but he could still hear whining and muffled murmurs. it was louder now that he was out in the hallway— his walls had been thin, but perhaps the ones that lined the sides of the hallway were thinner. maybe they didn’t hear me.

before he could decide between standing his (now, remorseful) ground, or turn tail and hurry back home and sleep with his shitty “noise-cancelling” headphones on, the door opened. his head jerked up at the sound, eyes raking over your figure as he worked up the nerve to look you in the eyes.

you were a sight to behold, dressed in a plain black sports bra and loose, plaid pajama pants that coincidentally mirrored the colours of mercedes. the quick ponytail you had thrown your hair into some hours prior was now a ghost of what it should have been— most of your hair slipping out and splaying over your shoulders. the tangled ends could only have been caused by the young girl held in your arms. she was covered up more than you were, but from where the blanket fell off her shoulder and exposed her arm, mick could tell she was just as bare, if not more. (skin-to-skin, he’d realize some hours later as he laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling, this time wide awake on his own accord.)

your eyes, mick quickly learned, told stories clearer than even the most renowned storytellers. they were droopy and bloodshot with the lack of sleep. mick could read the exhaustion through them from miles away. aside from that, they were also bleary— as if you were seconds away from bursting into tears yourself. the girl in your arms sniffled, dragging his attention away once more as he scanned his eyes over her rosy red cheeks and irritated nose. oh.

a rogue wave of guilt crashed over mick, almost drowning him in the process. in his blind rage, mick hadn’t even considered what could have possibly led the girl in your arms to cry. it seems that the lack of sleep had killed his brain cells— rid him of all common sense and critical thinking. she was sick. 

the air was rather quiet around you three— aside from the little girl’s sniffling and heavy breaths, silence filled the air. mick mulled over what he should say. 

the girl in your arms shivered and you shifted her closer. another second of silence passed and you decided to take the reins of the conversation. “hi, are you here about the noise?”

mick could do nothing but nod, still feeling regretful for having knocked in the first place. his lips turned upwards into a sheepish smile, hand ruffling his already messy hair.

“listen, i’m really sorry. my daughter hasn’t been feeling the best for the past few nights, and i went around to let the rest of the hall know…” you trailed off, cocking your eyebrow as you asked him a question. “i don’t think i saw you around?”

mick stuttered. “uh, yup. yeah. sorry, i was out of town for the past few weeks and only just got back,” he gestured to the door to the right of your own. “ i live next door.”

you winced. “ah, that means you’re on the opposite side of my bedroom. i’m sorry, really. amelia rarely gets sick but when she does, she’s quite the force to be reckoned with…the noise should go down now, hopefully. her medicine wore off, and she’s just gotten a new dose. let’s both hope she sleeps like a baby, yeah?”

the light chuckle that escaped your lips made mick’s heart warm. the sheepish smile turned into a shy one. “yeah, of course. i’ll let you guys go to bed, then,” he gestured his head to amelia, who had somewhat fallen asleep against your shoulder, a line of drool dripping from her open mouth. “sorry for bothering you guys this late at night.”

you lightly shook your head. “i should be saying that to you. i’ll try my very hardest to make sure you’re able to catch up on sleep now!”

mick smiled and wished you a good night, turning back towards his door. you slowly let the door shut, the whirring and clicking noise signifying that it had automatically locked.

mick yawned as he reached his door. his hand fumbled to find the doorknob, eyes bleary with sleep. he pushed the doorknob down. it didn’t move. huh?

he tried again, and again, and one more time. each time the doorknob didn’t budge. mick became frantic, and for the second time in the past five minutes, he found himself thinking— fuck.

mick had boasted about the new upgrades for his apartment building for months to anyone who listened. how could he have possibly forgotten that his front door automatically locked? that he could only get in if he had his keys or if someone was inside? (“well, what if you get locked out? what then?” “don’t be stupid, gina. i’m not an idiot, i’d never do such a thing.”)

who’s the idiot now? mick groaned, hands pulling at his hair as he crouched down. he felt like crying. he was so fucking tired. now that it was finally quiet, now that amelia had finally stopped crying, mick was locked out of his house with no way back in. what a fucking night. 

mick stared at the tiled floor under him, gnawing on his lip as he thought of his options. it was 4 in the morning, not a single person would be awake and working at the front desk. he couldn’t call anybody— his phone was inside, plugged into the wall to charge after two days of use. even if he had it on him, the only people who had copies of the key were his mom, his sister, and hank, the man who worked the front desk— no one that would be awake, nor close enough to come up and unlock his door for him. 

his eyes flickered back to your front door, shaking his head before the thought could even fully form. he was not going to bother you again, especially not now. mick leaned his head back against his locked door, accepting his fate and slouching onto the tile. the metal of the door was cool against his bare skin causing a shiver to run down his spine. 

time was going by extremely slow, or at least it felt like it was for mick. his knees were now up to his chest, trying to find some reprieve from the cold air that breezed through the hallway’s air conditioning. he wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting like that, or when his eyes had finally shut until he was roused by the sound of your door opening. he raised his head, making eye contact with you for the second time that night. you looked mostly the same as before— tired eyes and unruly hair— the only difference now was that you had traded your sports bra in for a white shirt and a cardigan.

you cocked your head lightly. “oh? what are you doing out here?”

your voice was quiet, soft. mick felt his cheeks heat up, the embarrassment returning. 

his smile was sheepish. “i forgot my keys.”

your expression shifted, a round ‘oh’ shape forming on your lips as you nodded. before you could respond however,  your eyes widened and you immediately stepped back into your apartment, leaving mick all alone in the hallway. again. mick blinked, unable to comprehend what just happened.

you returned back outside with a soundtrack of quiet jingling. you brandished the keys in your hand to the boy sitting in front of his door. “almost just made the same mistake.”

mick nodded, an airy laugh escaping his lips. “i don’t suppose amelia knows how to open doors yet?”

you shook your head, “with those new child-safe knob covers? god, i hope not.”

the air became quiet, neither of you speaking many words. mick found himself wishing the silence would swallow him whole. he caved.

“so what—”

“would yo—”

mick flinched, instantly backtracking. “sorry, you go first.”

“no, no. it’s okay, you can go first.”

“no, really. it’s okay, it wasn’t very important, anyway.” mick pushed himself off of the ground, now coming up to stand against his door instead. “please, say whatever you wanted to.”

you pursed your lips, staring at his figure before sighing. “alright,” you nodded, “i was just going to offer if you’d like to crash on my sofa? it’s awfully cold out here, and you’re…”

mick glanced down at his bare chest at your gesture, cheeks flaming hot enough to drown out the cold breeze of the air conditioner. he crossed his arms, trying to cover up his chest, though you had already seen everything he had on show. 

he shook his head, adamant on not inconveniencing you further. “no, that’s alright. i’m here because of my forgetfulness, i can deal with it.”

you couldn’t help but copy his movement. “your forgetfulness came from the fact that amelia, and by extension, myself, kept you up most of the night because of how loud we were. if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”

mick went to argue but you cut him off. “really, it all comes back to me, so let me help you.”

the german boy was silent, mulling over his options in his head. 

“it’s a pull-out.” 

his eyes met yours again. “you’re sure?”

“yes, of course.” you nodded excessively. “i was just about to go down to the laundry room–” mick’s brows furrowed, and it was your turn to smile sheepishly now. “— i forgot to grab the last load of laundry earlier because of how cranky ‘melia was being. if you don’t mind waiting for another 5 minutes, i can quickly go grab the load and let you settle in for the night?”

mick nodded, hand coming up to scratch at the base of his neck. “no, of course. take your time. i’ll be here…s’not like i’d be able to go anywhere, anyway.”

you smiled at his words, eyes brighter than they had been the first time you two spoke. “great!”

you pulled the cardigan closer to your chest, walking down the hallway as fast as you could without bursting into a full sprint. had you really just done that? had you really just invited a stranger you had briefly acquainted with not mere minutes ago to spend the night in your apartment? yes. 

you pushed the down button on the elevator. and then again, willing it to get to your floor faster. fuck, your mind was going crazy with the what ifs. 

what if he was a creep? you haven’t seen him around since before tonight. ‘out of town’ he says. for what? what if he was a serial killer? that would make sense. he’d fled the town to not look suspicious, and now he’s back for his next victims. yes, that was it. (in the future, mick would listen to your retellings of this story with a look of disbelief. “you thought i was going to kill you!?” “of course, i did! i didn’t know you!” “you offered that i stay the night!” “well, i don’t always make good decisions now, do i?”)

the elevator ride was rather short, and uneventful— no anne from the fourth floor to pull you from your thoughts with a hacking cough. you chewed on your lips as you mulled over the man you had left upstairs. 

the laundry room was quiet and dark. of course, it was expected for four in the morning— not everyone was as disorganized as you were. you rushed your way around the familiar room, grabbing the basket you had left behind and unloading your dryer. you had to work quickly to get back before amelia realized the warmth next to her was simply your heated blanket and not you. you also had to get back to him.

by the final fitted sheet pulled from the dryer, you had made up your mind. there was just no way that your next-door neighbour. he seemed nice— too nice, a voice rang in your head. you shook your head, ridding yourself of the negative thoughts. everything will be just fine. 

he was right where you left him— albeit, now returned to his slumped over position against his door. your footsteps were quiet, yet still managed to rouse him back to reality. 

you sent him a sheepish smile. “i didn’t take too long, did i?”

“not at all.” he shook his head. “you’re fine.”

a hum escaped your mouth followed by the nod of your head. you reached into your cardigan’s pocket to pull out the keys, unlocking the door quietly and pushing it in with your hip. you held the door open and gestured for him to come in.

his hesitance was obvious and in your head, you cheered. definitely not a serial killer. 

“an open door usually means you can enter, you know?” you gave him a soft smile. he returned it, though it looked slightly more like a grimace.

“are…” he started, arms crossing over once again, feeling bare under your gaze. “are you sure? really, it’s no problem for me to stay the night out here. hank will probably be in the office in another hour or two. ‘s not a problem, i’ll just wait for him to get here and i’ll get into my apartment. plus, amelia’s only just fallen asleep, and i’d hate to m—”

“oh, will you just get in here already?” you couldn’t help but reach out, lightly grabbing his arm before tugging him in. you guided the door shut with your foot, making sure it wasn’t too loud before turning around to look at the man in front of you.

his eyes were wide, flickering from your face to your hand, which was still wrapped around his arm. you followed his gaze, your own eyes widening as you quickly dropped your hand. your hand felt like it was on fire— his arm was cold, icy from the air conditioning, and a stark contrast from your warm ones. it felt like you’d given yourself an ice burn.

you cleared your throat, yet stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

the man across from you was in a similar boat, cheeks dusting a light pink as he focused on the heat emanating from where your hand once was.

“i’ll show you to the couch, if you’d like?” your voice tilted up at the end of the sentence. “i have a feeling our layout is the same, so the bathroom should be in the same spot, if you need it.”

he followed behind you with a quiet murmur agreeing about how similar your floor plans were. 

your eyes widened as you entered the living room,.empty syringes and dirty tiny baby dishes were strewn across the coffee table. you placed your laundry basket to the side, hastily picking up your earlier mess with an apology.

the shake of your neighbour’s head went unnoticed by you as you rushed into the kitchen and back out. it wasn’t until you had presented him with the pull out that he spoke again.

“you know,” his voice was rather quiet, conscious of the baby sleeping just a little ways away. “you really should not let strangers into your home.”

for a second, you nearly felt your heart stop— this was it. he really is a serial killer— until you caught his expression, once again riddled with guilt as if he was overstepping. as if you hadn’t invited him in.

“you’re not really a stranger though, are you?” at the cock of his head, you continued. “you’re my neighbour who i’ve inconvenienced all night.”

“you don’t even know my name.”

you nodded. “alright, i’ll bite. you bring up a good point. so what is it then? your name?”

“...mick.” he had a slight smile playing on his lips.

“well, mick.” you gave him a small smile, initiating a handshake. “my name’s y/n. now, we’re neither strangers, nor neighbours with no names.”

mick couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over his lips, hand warm in your hold. “i suppose you’re right, then.”

you quickly left to grab the man— mick— a few pillows and a comforter from your closet. “i’m the door at the end of the hallway. if you need anything, you can knock on that door and let me know.”

mick nodded. “of course. thank you again, really.”

“not a problem.” you smiled, already making your way out of the living room.“i’ll see you in the morning, then.” 

as you walked out the room, you couldn’t help but turn once more, eyeing the blond-haired man who somehow didn't look so out of place as he messed with the teddy bear that you’d forgotten to pick up from the couch. you smiled.

“goodnight, mick.”

“sweet dreams, y/n.”

[absolutelynotmate-archive]

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[paddockbunny]

Hello, can i request something for mick? #7 and #9 from the nsfw list? 🔥

"I need you out of these stupid breeches"

Summary : Seeing you in a pair of riding breeches on his family's ranch has Mick all hot and bothered. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 1,100 Warnings : NSFW, adult material, 18+, language, PinV sex, unprotected sex, choking kink, graphic descriptions. 💞 Author's Note: if anyone can find a gif of Mick riding or what not please send it to me and I'll love you forever!!!

"What are you doing?” You’re amused by his actions but totally not surprised “can’t you wait?” Your voice lowered as his mouth dipped down to your neck and it brought out a gentle moan from you.

It didn’t surprise you when your always horny boyfriend grabbed your hand and grazed it over his crotch. He was giving you the evidence that he in fact couldn’t wait and he was already rock hard for you

“I need you out of these stupid breeches…” he groaned and with one swift, quick glance toward the barn doors he used that same hand to pull you into a free, horseless stable.

“Mick….someone could walk in. Gina. Your mother.” You tried to protest but it was futile because his hands were already on your ass. Grabbing and needing it with his large palms and he knew you enjoyed that too much to stop him.

Against your better judgment you decided to just go for it. Mick’s mouth found the sweet spot on your neck and as he gently sucked, he had pornographic sighs free flowing from your parted lips and all caution was flung with the wind

He pushed you against the cold wooden stable walls and when he ground his crotch against your ass you knew he REALLY couldn’t wait. You gasped his name as his hands made quick work of your breeches as in no time they were around your knees while he groaned at the sight of your perfectly round, peachy ass greeted him.

“Scheiße….” You heard him moan before suddenly (with an unexpected thwack and even more surprising sting) his big, strong, beautiful hand collided with the butt that was on full display to him.

“Mick!!!” You yelped while you instinctively lunged forward to brace yourself against the wall before you toppled over. At the sight of you he let out a short, confident exhale that bordered on smugness. Everyone always thought he was so innocent but Mick was a closet freak. He was so kinky and loved to keep things spicy and hot when it came to sex.

Your thoughts all suddenly seemed to flee your brain as Mick’s hand splayed flat against your back and pushed you over so you were angled just right for him.

Anticipation bubbled inside of you as you grew desperate for him. But he didn’t keep you waiting long because seconds later you felt him run the tip of his throbbing cock up and down your glistening wet folds, collecting just enough of your juices to cover himself before he lined up with your entrance.

Seconds later Mick plunged in and a deep groan thundered out of him. You bit your lip at the feeling of his cock buried inside you, filling you up, straight up to the hilt. And because he always lavishes you with praise, you knew how good it must have felt for him to have your walls tight around him.

As your brain struggled to regain your thoughts, Mick started moving. He gave you no time to adjust to him and he started thrusting into you with long, powerful strokes. Your eyes squeezed shut and mouth fell open. You couldn’t stay quiet even if you tried. Pants, moans and sighs came flowing out of you as Mick started fucking you like his life depended on it.

The sound of his skin hitting yours was mixed with pants, sighs and muffled moans of pleasure.

Your hands desperately tried to find something to hold on too as he continued his rapid, strong motions. And the action was picked up by Mick. And as if he was a mind reader, he reached around and pulled you flush to his body, his cock hitting the spot inside you that he always found with ease.

He wasted no time and asked what you wanted immediately. He liked hearing you beg for him.

“Choke me….” You could barely get the words out “please…” his hand was hovering and all he needed was to apply a little pressure.

“I didn’t hear you?” His dark accent thick voice, send tingles all over your body.

“Please, Daddy…..choke me!”

And finally Mick’s hand closed snuggly around your throat and slowly cut off a little of your air supply and the feeling it gave you spread all over you body. Something that Mick knew very well and so squeezed tighter.

His open mouth was right beside your ear and every little grunt he made flowed straight into your ear and straight down between your legs, where Mick had picked up the pace and was now mercilessly railing you.

His strokes became frantic and frenzied and you knew he was close. Your hips instinctively pushed backwards, just so you could get the extra little hit from him in such a sweet angle that would tip you over into blissful orgasm land yourself.

The chase for both of your climaxes came thick and fast and with one last powerful thrust, Mick finished inside of you. He came loudly and hard and gripped hold of you for dear life. Filling you up with every last drop of his milky seed. He sounded soo delicious when he came.

The tingling, full feeling was there but it wasn’t quite enough to have pushed you over the edge. And when Mick finally pulled out, you knew he wouldn’t be satisfied that you hadn’t orgasmed yet so waited on him to ask for confirmation.

“Did you…” and you already shook your head. “Good.” He states while a smug look crept upon his face and he pulled his jeans back up and readjusted himself. The cockiness was radiating from him.

“Let's hurry back…” You were already pulling your breeches back up. “If we have time we can fuck in the shower. I know how you like the showerhead on your…” You giggled as you covered his mouth with your hand but there was no reason to stop him from being so dirty, not after you two had just fucked in his families horse stables after a ride.

[lickmeleclerc]

Hi so idk if you write for mick but Father’s Day is hard for so many people and I’ve been thinking

Childhood sweethearts so you have a massive understanding of how he feels on fathersday and exactly how proud his dad would be of him. You have a really difficult relationship with your dad and cut ties. Just supporting eachother and comforting him after frustrating results this weekend on Father’s Day and how you celebrate it the two of you but maybe also finding out he’s going to be a dad on Father’s Day and you guys are pregnant? So much fluff 🤧

Omg this is sooooo cute!!!!!!! I’m in love with Mick. Thank you for requesting this!!!! (Also bear with me because I know Mick isn’t American but for the sake of this I’m writing in English, I hope that okay!!) I also changed some stuff a little bit I hope that’s okay if not I can totally right a separate telling Mick you’re pregnant one but I was inspired as I was writing.

TW! Mention of Michael Schumacher accident

Age 5:

“Hey I’m Y/n” little you said as you grabbed the red crayon from the box sat diving your desks and began coloring the printed page of a dog in front of you. You’re eyes quickly meeting the vibrant blue ones next to you.

“I’m Mick.” He responded, a blush building on his cheeks. From the first day of school you’d been assigned to sit by him and your little five year old self was very extroverted and the fact you couldn’t sit by your best friend, making your seat buddy your best friend was next best thing. A small smile formed on your lips at his response. It was only a introduction but a feeling builded within knowing this was the beginning of a friendship. “Can I use the red after you?” He continued and raised his hand to grab it waiting.

“Of course. Wanna be friends?” you ask immediately following that feeling within as you place it in his hand. Turning your whole body to face him your feet dangling barely off the grown, and a missing toothed smile on your face. He nodded quickly and accepted the crayon sharing a quick smile with you before looking back down.

Age 10:

“Go Mick!” You yelled and turned to his father a full toothed smile on your face as he overtook another Karter. His father smiled down at you, placing an encouraging hand on your back before cheering on his son as well. Mick’s father always took the time to include you in their hobby since that day in kindergarten you two became friends. His father enjoyed seeing the friendship flourish and the support you have helped Mick grow confidence. It also helped you, your father was hardly in the picture and even at 10 years old you recognized he wasn’t even close to the definition of a father. You told your mom you didn’t want to speak with him anymore. Mick was there to always to give you the words you needed to hear whenever you felt unsure. He could speak from experience of what a father should be and that you made the right decision. And he’d always joke that his dad can be your dad too.

After the race and podium celebrations with Mick standing on the second step. Well it was really him standing on what looked like a milk crate. He came running over to high five you and hug his dad.

“You were great out there. Great job finding your line and pushing.” He dad encouraged as he dropped to take a knee and meet Mick’s eyes who mirrored his own. Mick got that same blush on his cheeks and smiled widely nodding with his fathers words. Nothing seemed to make him smile that big as when his father took the time to teach him, encourage him, and honestly praise him. Mick even seemed happy when his father gave him constructive criticism and feedback about his racing. A real role model, those are hard to find.

Mick always talked about his fathers racing career and how he was able to balance being an amazing father and a racer. The two of you would watch the races together on TV or listen on the radio if you were busy doing school work while it was on, Mick’s mom wouldn’t let you two skip homework to watch races on TV. Late night talks about the future Mick would always mutter the words; “I just wanna be like my dad.” And you could see Mick achieving that goal everyday little by little.

Age 14:

Mick hadn’t contacted you in awhile, no news use to be good news but not this time. It was raining of course and you sat trying to focus on an essay but your thoughts kept drifting to your best friend. Well was he your best friend still? That’s when your mother rushed in the room, tears already in her eyes as she clutched the home phone still.

“Oh baby come here.” She motioned as you got up from your desk and hugged her, staying silent waiting for her to explain.

“Mick’s father was in a skiing accident.” She finally explained. A heaviness fell over your chest like someone dropped a barbell on it. “He was air lifted to the nearest hospital. And and Y/n they don’t know what’s gonna happen.” She continued on and with each word the weight got heavier. Reality finally set in and you joined your mother in sobs as she held you. How you felt, you couldn’t imagine how Mick must be. You quickly asked your mom if you could go see him and agreed, it’d be best if he had someone right now and you ran out of your house down the street to his as fast as your feet would carry.

Age 16:

“Y/n! Y/n! Guess what? I-I got into formula 3!” Mick choked out excitedly immediately after you opened your door. Before you could process everything he pulled you into a hug and spun you around on your front step.

“That’s incredible! I’m so proud of you!” You gasped happily, tears in your eyes and a smile so big your cheeks already hurt. It’s finally happening for him. “I’ll be at every race!” You promised and he squeezed you tighter still not letting go just yet. Ever since the accident Mick had put in so much more dedication to driving. You’d been at every race in home made ‘Mick Schumacher’ T-shirts and holding homemade signs to cheer him on. The conversation of wanting to be like his dad turned into making his dad proud, showing his dad that all his hard work wasn’t wasted. You tried to tell him his dad is always proud of him but decided to just listen, it was definitely a way for Mick to cope.

“Thank you for always being here. You’re the most amazing girl Y/n.” He said loosening his grip but keeping them placed on your waist. You left your hands interlocked behind his neck and met his gaze. “Says you.” You laugh and smirk at him lightheartedly teasing him he laughed as well and looked down before looking back up seriously and brushing some hair out of your face that he was responsible for putting in your face with all the spins.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asks diverting his gaze once more for a split second before his confidence coming back and looking between your eyes and lips. All you could do was nod and stand on your tippy toes, the kiss you’ve been waiting for finally happening.

Age 22:

“I can’t believe you begin your first season in Formula 1 tomorrow!” You say as you raise your champagne flute up to his. Mick still has that small blush hit his cheeks and soft smile when he feels like too much attention is on him. Like at your first meeting back in school. You look at him proudly and around the large table seeing his mom and siblings, his new teammate, Nikita, and others here to celebrate him. Everyone cheers and begins in small conversations around as they enjoy the meal.

“Ya know I wouldn’t be here without you Y/n.” He speaks only to you. A small sarcastic laugh leaves your mouth as you look at him. He’s grown so much and resembles his father not only in appearance but in character.

“No way Mick. Your hard work and determination got you here. All I had to do was yell your name on the safe sidelines.” You responding giving all credit where credits is due. He chuckles and shakes his head but letting your comment slide.

“Thank you. Thank you for cheering me on.” He speaks again after a few moments and places his hand on your knee under the table. His word seem simple but sincere as the memories of the years roll through your mind as you rest your head on his shoulder a happy sigh leaving your lips.

Age 23 (present):

“Happy Father’s Day! You’re already the best dad and the lil guy isn’t even here yet!” You smile happily as Mick wraps his arms around your waist while you continue cooking.You’d thought he’d respond with another cheeky comment but he stayed silent resting his chin on your shoulder watching the bacon sizzle. The silence is enough of a signal to confirm your worries, Father’s Day has always been hard for Mick since he was 14. It’s been Mick’s personal tradition to always spend it with his dad but today there was a race.

“Come sit. I made you something.” You speak again turning the stove off and turning to face him. He nods and interlocks your hands as he walks to the couch with you. You grab your laptop and connect it to the TV. A slide show begins. Photos of Mick and his dad appear timing perfectly with his favorite song. Some video clips and a lot of karting footage and holiday gatherings. Your favorite picture appears and it’s you and Mick showing his father the ultrasound photos when you first found out about your son. His mother has a hand over her mouth and happy tears already falling. His sister looks shocked and after the photo quickly came to hug you. And you know his father was probably the most excited because he is so proud of the man Mick has become. As the slideshow comes to an end and the ‘Happy Fathers Day’ appears on the screen you glance at your boyfriend. His blue eyes are glossy and a shaky sigh leaves his lips before he turns and softly smiles at you.

“Thank you so much. I can’t wait to be a father to our little boy like my dad is to me.” He says and scoots closer to pull you into his chest. As if your son knew what was coming he started kicking, which was common whenever Mick was around. He chuckled softly and placed a hand on your stomach rubbing gently. “I’m right here little guy.” He laughed and sniffled quickly wiping his eyes with his other hand. “Right here.” He spoke just to his son. The way he was with him was the purest form of love you’ve ever seen. He’d always take the time to just give him attention and he was only 5 months growing still. “I’ll be back soon, you keep mom company while I’m racing today okay?” He questioned to him and chuckled.

After breakfast Mick was off to begin his pre race obligations. His best start since joining formula one and you were ready to be watching from the garage. Your black dress made the bump quite noticeable and kept you cool, a cropped denim jacket on top in case it decided to rain again and some comfy sneakers because of the long walk kept your swollen feet feeling best as they could.

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The race went perfect for Mick. He was able to hold his position securing points for his team and scoring his first points of his formula one career on no other day but Father’s Day. The crowd was cheering and you couldn’t help but jump up and down clapping as he pulled his Haas car into the pit lane and climbed out as soon as the car was official parked inside.

“Baby you did it!” You cheered as he quickly walked over to you and scooped you up spinning you around like he did that day he got into formula 3 on your front steps. “You did it!” You said again as he placed your down, his head nuzzled into your neck. When he finally lifted his head tears filled his eyes to the brim before finally spilling over.

“For my dad.” Was all he could say before he kissed you. The whole garage cheered loudly and patted him on the back after the two of you had your moment. Mick is doing it like he always said he would, be like his father, Michael Schumacher.

A/n: first time writing for Mick I hope it was okay… I feel a little un sure but I hope it okay.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Mick and bff trying out new hobbies and going to one of those couple's pottery classes

Part 41. Best friends to lovers. MASTERLIST. Warning: +18. Not actually sex but referred to it.

He was nervous when you took him to the place. You had insisted. Elia had told you about these classes a friend of her gave and you automatically wanted to try them. Mick wasn't so sure about it, but with your best puppy eyes, you got him to agree.

You were wearing those overalls to not get your clothes dirty and he looked so cute with them.

The class was for couples, so the environment was all cute and romantic. The teacher had made a routinary joke about Ghost and Mick had blushed a bit.

You only had one pottery wheel for you two so both of you would need to work together. At first, it was funny because any of you could do it right. You had a mess of clay between you two. He was in front of you and couldn't stop giggling.

At some point, you got the trick and it started working out for you. But poor Mickey was still unable to do it right. You would lift the clay and try to give it some shape and he would mess it.

You decided that the best thing was to seat on his lap, making him gasp and the teacher smile.

"Okay, Mickey. I need you to pay attention" You said sifting on his lap and getting comfortable.

"I'm trying" He groaned.

You took his hands and put them on the clay. They were much bigger than yours, but you were easily moving them. He was letting you do your thing.

There was a moment in which you fixed your position on his lap, getting more comfortable and sitting closer to his chest. He let his forehead fall on your shoulder for a second and let a little groan out. You gasped and grabbed his hands harder. The heat had crept to your cheeks. You were begging for the other people and the teacher to not discover what was going on.

Mick was hard, you could feel him perfectly. Bitting your lip and after checking on the rest of the couples, you decided to tease a bit, pushing your ass back and grinding onto him.

"Stop" He groaned in your ear.

You bit down a smile and kept moving his hands on the clay. Feeling what it was doing to him, you carefully grabbed his fingers and thread yours through them. The soft caress of your hands, the feeling of the clay on his skin and your body pressed against his were driving him mad. Your fingers were slowly moving over his, just like you would do with his member, while your eyes were moving around the room, trying to not get caught.

You weren't usually this adventurous. You always kept things private, except that time at the gym when his trainer basically caught you.

"I need you to stop" He begged in your ear. You shifted a bit on his lap and moved your ass side to side.

"Please..." His voice was so soft but raspy at the same time. You bit your lip and moved to sit on his thigh, feeling him relaxing instantly. You chuckled a bit and he pinched the back of your hand. "You are horrible"

"You just get..."

"Shh... C'mon, help me with this." He insisted looking at the thing that was supposed to become a mug.

"Here? Wow, Mick. I didn't know you were into that stuff. With the public and all" You joked.

"I hate you"

"You don't"

"Mick, YN, how is that mug going?"

Mick tensed and you giggled.

"Mick is pretty bad at it"

"Just follow her, she is pretty good with those hands. Right, Mick?" The poor teacher was super oblivious of what was happening and gave Mick a weird look when he stuttered with his yes.

You were having so much fun, teasing Mick with little comments at the same time you used his hands to build a little mug, probably too weird-shaped and small to be used, but it would look good in your living room.

"Yes Mick, just like that" You whispered when he was finally doing the edge of the mug. He rolled his eyes, but you couldn't see it. He groaned at your ear.

"You are just doing so well, Mickey"

A few minutes later, you were leaving the place, the little mug in a box for it to dry at home and smiles on your faces.

"Mickey"

"Yes?"

"I want to come back. I had fun"

He turned to you, a wild look on his face.

"Yeah? We will see if it's still fun when we get home."

[81folklore]

dress - SV5 - part 2

pairings: sebastian vettel x famous!reader (fc: taylor swift)

summary: its known that seb has been married for a few years now despite the public never seeing is wife, its also known that yn is in a committed relationship and has been since she disappeared from public eye. maybe they are more connected than people realise

authors note: part two because i didnt realise how long it had gotten but im allergic to actually writing.. also i apologize for the first part literally just being build-up.. i honestly didnt know about the 30 pic limit so...

authors note 2: i used google translate for the german so i hope its correct, also i dont know if petnames like darling or sunshine are used in germany but i had to use them

authors note 3: i actually hate how this turned out :/ but it was very hard to actually get my thoughts onto the page so this will do! this is part 2 so go read part 1 first!!

part 1 part 3 masterlist

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YN IN THE F1 PADDOCK TODAY, I REPEAT YN IN THE PADDOCK

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user77: sorry i dont follow f1, i thought the races were on sundays?

user5: dont be sorry! today is qualifying and tomorrow is the race!

user5: SHES THERE I CANT STAY CALM

user91: does anyone know who she was with in those photos of her by the track?

user5: sebastian vettel and mick schumacher!

user6: SHE WAS WATCHING QUALIFYING WITH SEB AND MICK?? SEB VETTEL?? AND MICK SCHUMACHER?? OH LORDDD

user12: i thought i would survive.. i lied

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seems like yn is with redbull at todays race looking as gorgous as ever!

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user5: OH OH OH OH

user5: SHE IS STUNING HOLY

user20: her style recently has been AMAZING

user68: out of every team i think redbull would have been one of my last guesses

user6: THE WAY SHE IS WITH REDBULL AND SPENT QUALIFYING WITH REDBULLS GOLDEN BOY OH I FEEL SICK

user99: i love her so much

user42: at least her team will win

user591: IS SHE WEARING A WEDDING RING??

user618: i think so?? honestly i wouldnt be surprised shes very private and has been with her partner for almost 8 years so no wonder he popped the question

user90: i need her to be at every gp

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yn on stage performing dress during the post-race concert at suzuka! as far as we know it was a complete surprise, she came on to sing dress then left. this is her second time performing it to a live audience!

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user81: WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO HEAR DRESS LIVE

user5: charles and seb were both spotted watching her from the side of the stage!

user81: charles taking seb to see his favorite artist..what if i cried

user55: i cant believe i lost dress twice without even knowing i could lose it😭

user8: i hope she had so much fun, ive missed her doing stuff like this :’)

user12: apparently she was laughing and looking off stage at someone throughout, possibly her partner?

user1: SHE AWLAYS LOOKS SO GOOD

user13: so much content this weekend..im going to have major withdrawls

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four years ago i was given the pleasure of marrying my best friend

i am unable to really put into words how much meeting you and getting to spend the rest of my life with you has changed my life seb, but i tell you i love you enough daily that i hope you understand

when we first met i had no idea how much you would impact me and the way i think, but you have helped me become the woman i am today and i am forever grateful for that

i often feel unworthy of the life you have given me, the life we have together. i wonder how i got to be the one you love and cherish and i know how lucky i am to be the one you spend your life with

you gave me your heart and i promise to look after it for as long as im here, i promise to keep it safe and i know you will look after mine

danke, dass du mich liebst, danke, dass du dich um mich kümmerst. (thank you for loving me, thank you for taking care of me) Ich verspreche, dich bis zu meinem letzten Atemzug zu lieben. (I promise to love you until my last breath) Ich werde nie aufhören, dich zu lieben, Mein Sonnenschein. (I will never stop loving you, my sunshine)

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sebastianvettel: Danke, dass du dein Herz geöffnet hast und mich dich lieben lässt, mein Schatz (Thank you for opening your heart and letting me love you, my darling)

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I won the most important race. It was the race into the heart of the love of my life, yn. I love you.

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yourusername: 🩵🩵🩵

user5: I CANT DO THIS STOP

user12: hes so sweet :(

user18: ive known about them for a total of 2 minutes but i love them already🫡

user6: dress was written about him…

user71: i feel ill wehn will i get posted like this

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the sunshine of my life

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yourusername: i love you so much

lewishamilton: very happy for you mate!

user13: THEY LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH OH MY GOD😭😭

landonorris: 🥹🥹

user82: DRESS WAS WRITTEN BY HER FOR HIM AND HE WAS PROUD OF IT OH LORD

user5: literally my favorite people in the entire universe🫶

user19: still in shock that theyve been married for four years

[dumbseee]

soft launch.

in which, mick is soft launching you.

mich schumacher x reader.

fc: sophia birlem.

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mickschumacher: holiday season 🏝🗺

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fan1: wait a damn minute…

fan2: WHO IS THAT

fan3: with all due respect you look delicious but WHO is that lovely lady?

fan4: the pic is so cute omg

fan5: whoever that is i hope she’s good to him

fan6: NOT MY HUSBAND

fan7: mick soft launching?

fan8: the rings 🫠

fan9: who is that slut next to mick?

fan10: new wag alert

fan11: those comments are not it, he’s a grown ass man let him be

fan12: i bet he’s going to ditch her after summer ends lmao

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mickschumacher just posted a story!

y/n just posted a story!

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y/n: say hi to mickey <3

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fan1: YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL OMG

fan2: mick is one lucky mf

fan3: they’re going to break up in a month mark my words

fan4: i’m literally heartbroken rn

fan5: my new parents

fan6: girlie run they’re coming for you

francisca.cgomes: cuties

liked by y/n.

fan7: they compliment each other so well tho

mickschumacher: hi pretty lady

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fan8: mick i hope you can fight bc your girlfriend is GORG

fan9: the pictures are so cute omg

fan10: the mick girlies already crying in the comments

fan11: he hid her so well wdym he had a whole gf this entire time?

fan12: i’m so happy for him qjjabakzlzm

fan13: thanks for your service y/n, we now have tons of pictures of bf material mick

y/n: 🫡

fan14: the BIG ASS hickey in the first picture wtf

fan15: ew you can tell she’s classless

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y/n: my camera roll is full of cats we met on the street and mickey

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carmenmundt: ♥️

fan1: their vibe is so chill, they really match each other

fan2: i’m a lil sad that mick is dating someone but she seems nice

estebanocon: i see two owls in that pic

fan3: nooooo they’re so cute

fan4: she’s getting so much hate on twitter but she’s just minding her business??

fan5: WHORE

fan6: don’t worry guys she won’t last till the end of the season 🤭

fan7: the obsession y’all have with random men who don’t even know y’all exist is insane

fan8: so CUTE

fan9: i bet mick paid for everything lmao

mickschumacher: she actually paid the whole trip, i’m just her sugar baby

fan10: JAKQOSPSPPSPSOS BRO

fan11: and that’s how you clap back at haters, guys

fan12: if only others drivers were defending their gfs like mick is defending y/n

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y/n: ‘cars outside’ is out :)

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fan1: not it being a love song for mick :(

fan2: WHY am i crying hysterically about two adults being in love

fan3: "oh darling, all of the city lights, never shine as bright as your eyes." GOD

mickschumacher: why did i do to deserve you?

fan4: they’re so in love it’s almost disgusting

fan5: esteban will have to third wheel now lmao

estebanocon: i’ve been third wheeling for a year now

fan6: A YEAR???

fan7: THEY’VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A YEAR??

fan8: a year like 365 days? damn schumacher

fan9: nah but hiding a whole gf for a year when you have crazy groupies up your ass every single day is insane

fan10: the cutest couple if you ask me

fan11: i just fell to my knees

fan12: WHEN IS IT MY TURN GODDAMNIT

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[thisismeracing]

https://www.tumblr.com/thisismeracing/733250094790541312/mick-dating-the-sister-of-one-of-the-grid-or-the

No but let's talk about this. Mich x wolff!reader. The daughter who might be in PR or so involved into motorsports and is a constant guest in the Mercedes garage. Them slowly falling in love and then getting together and Toto giving him a talk. Imagine little brother Jack and Susie too giving a talk although Jack's not that threatening.

And the angst potential too because if she'd cry her dad would hug her.

this scenario lives rent-free in my head hehe

Jack would absolutely adore Mick which would make Toto even more jealous. And Susie? She would always ask about him, and how you guys were doing, and be very supportive about it, though she would support your dad every once in a while just because he would be all whiny about how you ended up dating a driver after promising you wouldn't do it.

Whenever they fight, which rarely happens, Toto would be all protective with you, and give Mick death stares from across the room. He loves Mick, but you're his little girl. He doesn't care whose fault it is, he'll stand with you always and he won't even pretend otherwise.

Let's say one day you get into a fight, and the next day it's qualy. Mick ends up talking with Toto and Lewis about the fight, and while Lewis agrees with Mick, Toto would be like "yeah, but you could have acted differently too, it's not her fault, I would be pissed too, Schumacher." And Lewis is like ??? *holding back his laughter* while Mick is like ????? *confusion mode* and when he leaves, George approaches them and tells them it happened to him before, that Toto would always say you were right, though in particular, he would tell you you were wrong. anyways, protective dad!toto.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

mr. ocean eyes | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 3.3k request: yes/no warnings: swear words, this is so unnecessarily long i'm sorry. a/n: as always, english is not my first language. it's my first time writing for mick so pls lmk what you think.

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working for the ferrari formula one team was a dream come true. at such a young age you had charmed your way in with your skills and intelligence, landing a job that allowed you to work close to both drivers.

your job consisted of coming up with ideas, filming, and editing challenges and other videos throughout the weekend that would go up on the team’s social media accounts, as well as taking stunning photos of pretty much everything that caught your eye. you loved it. it allowed you to have the full experience of being part of an f1 team, but you didn’t have as much pressure. and the best part was that when you weren’t working, you could walk around the track and the paddock freely, with your camera hanging around your neck. that’s how you met him.

it was your second week working full time on the road with the rest of the team, you felt ready to face a triple-header. your first stop, france. you were fairly new to the whole world of f1 so you were still learning about the other teams and drivers. you were strolling through the garages and the motorhomes, taking a few candid shots when the lighting was perfect. you stopped as you captured the moment when two of the ferrari mechanics shared a laugh. you couldn’t see the bottom half of their faces because of the masks, but you could see the joy in their eyes. smiling to yourself as you looked at it through the screen, you turned to continue your walk when your foot made contact with a toolbox, making you lose your balance.

your hand immediately wrapped around your camera, knowing a whole week of work would be at risk if something happened to it or the footage in it. you turned your body, closing your eyes as you hoped to fall on your side better than falling face-first.

but you never made contact with the ground. two firm hands pinned your arms to your sides, the grip tight. and pulled you backwards, making your back hit something, both strong and soft at the same time, behind you.

"there you go, you're okay," you heard in your ear, a deep voice with a thick accent. a shiver ran down your back. you opened your eyes; the commotion caused everyone’s attention at the garage to turn to you. people rushed to you, as you felt the grip around you softening. you tried to turn, ready to thank whoever saved you from a broken arm.

it was a messy two seconds, all you saw was a flash of blue eyes before all your coworkers surrounded you to see if you were okay. you tried to stand on your tiptoes to see if you could catch something more than just a glimpse of that ocean blue, but those eyes were replaced by another, blue as well. the wrong kind of blue.

charles grabbed your shoulders, snapping you out of the initial shock of everything that happened in the last ten seconds. it all happened so quickly, you blinked a few times as you processed it. you could hear the people around you talking, but you heard it all muffled as the adrenaline from before began rushing through you. charles looked at you, you could see his lips were moving but could only hear a ringing in your ears, his eyes were filled with concern as you still seemed to be in shock. he moved to your side, sliding the camera strap from your neck and handing it to someone else, one of his hands rested on your back, guiding you through the garage to the medical room.

after being given the all clear and your boss telling you to take the rest of the day off, charles offered to drive you back to the hotel where all teams were staying, you agreed after he assured you he had no other responsibilities left at the track for the day. charlotte, his girlfriend, offered to ride in the backseat with you in case you needed anything, which you deeply appreciated.

you chatted the entire way to the hotel, getting to know them both away from the track was a completely different experience, outside the track you were a bunch of kids living the dream, traveling the world whilst pursuing your passions. you exchanged numbers with both of them, already making plans to go out on sunday after the race. when you arrived at the hotel charles handed the keys of his ferrari to the valet, the three of you made your way inside as a couple of young boys approached charles and asked him for a picture. charlotte and you scooted to one side as you waited, your eyes wandering through the busy hotel lobby, checking to see if the elevators were available.

your breath hitched, there they were.

the same ocean eyes as before.

that cerulean blue met your eyes for just one second before the elevator doors closed, your heart sinking for the second time that day. you tried to catch more of his facial features but you couldn't see anything other than that bright blue.

“no…” you whispered to yourself, catching charlotte’s attention.

“what’s wrong?” she asked.

“it’s just… someone saved me from falling… before. and i don’t know who it was, all i could see were his eyes,” you tried to explain, feeling your cheeks getting warm. “i wanted to thank him,”

“oh. maybe you’ll see him again tomorrow, if he was in the paddock today then he must work for one of the teams, no press was allowed in today.” she placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a warm smile.

“he has ocean blue eyes, i just saw him.” you continued, your mind still a little hazy.

“then he definitely works for a team. we’ve got a mission.” charlotte nodded her head, a determined look on her face.

“what mission?” charles asked, joining you. he placed an arm around charlotte’s shoulders, pulling her close to him.

“mission find-mr-ocean-eyes,” charlotte stated. you smiled, thankful that you had a friend now. charles just looked at you two with confusion all over his face. “i’ll explain it later, come on, let’s get (y/n) to her room.”

the next day you had your camera hanging from your neck again, walking with charlotte to the garage so you could join charles and carlos at their track walk. the four of you chatted as you walked, you stopped a few times to take a few pictures of the drivers laughing together, playfully nudging each other's shoulders as charlotte rolled her eyes in the background. you were about halfway through the track when someone shouted carlos' name.

you'd been so caught up joking around that you didn't notice that the mclaren team also made their way on to the track. you stopped as you waited for them to join you. you saw as carlos hugged a guy with curly brown hair, charlotte immediately made her way to you, nudging your shoulder lightly to get your attention. you turned your head, she pointed with her eyes and eyebrow to the boy that was now bumping fists with charles.

"this is (y/n), she's our new photographer and videographer," charles introduced you, his eyes held the same curious spark as his girlfriend’s.

"hey, nice to meet you, i'm lando." the boy approached you and shook hands with you. he was smiling through his face mask, giving you clear view of his eyes. although they were quite beautiful, they weren't the blue you were looking for.

"hi, nice to meet you, too." you spoke softly, giving him a tight-lipped smile that you were thankful he couldn't see, you scrunched your nose a bit to make it seem like you were smiling really hard as disappointment filled your stomach. carlos walked ahead of you, catching up with his former teammate and crew, which left you alone with the monegasques.

they looked at you expectantly whilst you busied yourself with your camera, taking it off your neck so you could have something on your hands. you messed with the settings before taking a picture of the former teammates.

"so?" charles asked, raising his eyebrows as he'd done many times since you met him.

"so?" you repeated, a frown on your face as you kept your gaze on the camera.

"so... is lando mr. ocean eyes?" charlotte asked, taking the device from you.

"no, lando's eyes have more green in them," you said.

later that day the three of you eyed suspiciously every single person in the ferrari garage, you decided to start with your coworkers since it would be pretty odd to sneak into another team’s garage. eventually you had to leave for the press conference that always took place on thursdays, but whilst you were gone charlotte had offered to discreetly take pictures on her phone of literally anyone she saw with blue eyes. you strolled with both carlos and charles, since their interviews were one after the other. you got there as antonio giovinazzi and lance stroll were already talking to the reporters. you messed with the camera settings, changing it to fit the lighting inside. you clicked the shutter button a few times for some test photos. finally, you lifted your head up just as you saw a williams driver greeting both boys in red, through the viewfinder, you saw as charles lifted his eyebrows quickly. you snapped a picture just as he turned to greet you as well.

“(y/n), have you met george?” charles said with a hopeful tone in his voice. you shook hands with george, just as you’d done with lando earlier.

“hello, i’m (y/n),” you said, and he introduced himself. luckily someone called carlos’ name and you excused yourself to film a few clips. you noticed another driver, from the haas team, had already sat down next to carlos, but it wasn’t mr. ocean eyes.

later, you ate lunch with your two newfound best friends, charlotte showing you all the photos she took on her phone while you were gone.

“i also asked the people who were around you when you tripped, none of them saw who it was, apparently he fled the scene after saving you in true superhero fashion.” charlotte said dreamily.

“honestly, i think i should just give up and move on, it’s really not that big of a deal. he’s just a guy with pretty eyes,” you said, leaning your head on your fist, the remnants of your lunch getting colder by the second.

“uh-uh,”

“no way,” both monegasques said at the same time, startling you a bit. “i don’t care if it takes us the entire season to find out who he is, this ship will sail,” charles said confidently, charlotte held his hand, grateful that he was taking this as seriously as she was.

“fine, but don’t get any crazy ideas,” you said, and they looked at each other mischievously.

the next day, you had to film a challenge for the team’s youtube channel, which took up most of your evening as you had to edit it as well. you showed it to your supervisor for approval, once she gave you a thumbs up she announced that you could go to the hotel and relax for the rest of the day.

your phone rang as you walked down the steps of the hospitality. charles.

“hey, what’s up?” you answered, lifting your phone up to your ear.

“we’re going to a club tonight. probably not the wisest choice as we’ve got qualy tomorrow, but the guys wanted to blow off some steam before things got serious.” charles said.

“and i need my new partner in crime! wanna come with?” charlotte piped in, making you chuckle. you mentally ran through the things you’d thrown in your luggage at the last minute.

“i’ve got nothing to wear,” you said.

“lucky you, neither do i. we’re going shopping.” she said.

“fine, where are you?” you asked as you made your way out of the hospitality, waving goodbye to one of the security guards.

“in my car. are you outside now?” charles said

“ew, you two. yeah, i’m walking to the parking lot, why?” you said, they laughed at your insinuation. you felt someone tapping your shoulder. you stopped as you turned to see who it was. you recognized him as one of charles’ friends, a driver for alpha tauri. “wait, hold on,” you spoke to your phone.

“are you (y/n)?” he asked, you heard the blonde man ask. you nodded. “i’m pierre, charles’ friend. he told me to walk you to his car,” he said, a small smile on his lips.

“charles?” you said in a mocking tone.

“is he!?” they both asked at the same time.

“nope, i’ll see you in a few,” you ended the call just as you heard them grunting. “sorry about that, let’s go.”

once you all picked and chose your outfits for the night, you left the shop as charles drove you to the hotel. the french sun was slowly making its way down, disappearing behind the waterline. the four of you parted ways, the boys went to pierre’s room whilst you and charlotte made your way to her room. you got ready and met them again down at the lobby. soon enough you climbed into the ferrari and drove to the designated club. it’d been rented exclusively to team members, but it was still pretty packed. you danced the night away, drinking a few mojitos as more and more people began filing in.

you were already quite tipsy as you danced to the deafening beat that rattled through the club. you closed your eyes, swaying from side to side as you enjoyed the moment.

until someone pushed you backwards, making you lose your balance. ‘not again,’ you thought. out of nowhere, two strong arms grabbed your waist, pulling you back until you hit something both firm and soft, a chest.

“we should really stop meeting like this, liebe,” you heard in your ear. the same voice. the same hands. you opened your eyes instantly, turning your head so you could see him. this was probably the worst place ever, the only lights were the flashing, colored, led lights that did nothing to help you memorize his features.

“it’s you… i-”

“(y/n)!” someone called your name. you cursed silently, grabbing the hands that were holding your waist.

“come with me,” he said, lacing your fingers with his and leading you to the back exit. you breathed deeply as you finally made your way outside. it was dark, the alley illuminated only by a few streetlights. you remained silent for a few moments, letting the chilly air sober you up by the second.

“you alright?” he asked, you nodded.

“yeah, it was just getting too crowded in there,” you gave him a tight lipped smile, your eyes glued to the ground. “who are you?” you asked, your back hitting the brick wall.

“my name’s mick. i drive for haas,” he said.

“so that’s why we couldn’t find you,” you thought out loud.

“sorry?” he said, taking a step closer to you.

“my friends, charles and charlotte, and i, spent the past two days looking for whoever saved me from falling. it all happened really fast, all i saw were your eyes,” you looked up, finally meeting his soft gaze. “i know it sounds dumb and probably really creepy,” you chuckled. “but i just wanted to find you, and thank you.”

“hey no. it’s okay. i uh…” he stopped as he stopped in front of you, “i wanted to look for you as well. i almost jumped out of the elevator when i saw you at the hotel. but i didn’t want to get you in trouble, because you were with leclerc,”

you shook you head, “he’s the one that helped me find you,” you explained.

you both looked at each other for a second, processing everything.

“what a mess,” you snorted. you saw him visibly relax and he laughed as well.

“yeah,” he sighed. you leaned back against the wall, tilting your head up so you could see the ocean eyes that had plagued your mind since that wednesday morning. your eyes scanned his face, memorizing every inch of it. too lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize he was talking until you saw his lips moving.

“huh?” you blinked a few times, “sorry.”

“don’t worry, liebe. i was asking if you wanted to get out of here, we could… take a walk, grab a drink or something?” he said, his bright eyes had a hopeful spark in them. you smiled.

“lead the way, mr. ocean eyes,” you teased, as he grabbed your hand in his, pulling you from the wall and to his side.

“what?” he asked, you walked side by side, you didn’t have a destination in mind, just enjoyed each other’s company for as long as you could.

“nothing,” you chuckled.

a knock on your door woke you up the next day. so loud and the knocking wouldn’t stop, and you were sure your neighbors wouldn’t appreciate it. reluctantly, you got up and opened the door to find your monegasques friends standing there with wide eyes.

“mick schumacher?!” they whisper-yelled at the same time. it took you a second to realize what they were talking about. you just moved to the side to let them in.

“you left the club with mick schumacher?!” charlotte asked, shocked. you gave them a small nod. they looked at each other, then at you.

“what the fuck happened with ‘mission find-mr-ocean-eyes?” charles said, bewildered. “i feel so betrayed right now, i need a minute.” he said, sitting on the small couch. his hands pressed to his face, to exaggerate his dramatics. you laughed at him, and with his hands still on his face, moved his fingers to only show his middle one. flipping you off. which made you laugh even more.

“i found him.” you stated, biting your lip as your eyes darted from one brunette to the other.

“what the fuck?” charlotte.

“why didn’t you say something?” charles.

“why did you leave with mick if you found him?” charlotte.

“i feel like i’m going to pass out, goodbye,” charles sighed, throwing his head back against the cushion. his girlfriend eyeing you suspiciously. you just laughed at them, wondering how they’d react once they found out.

luckily, you wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

“liebling?” you heard a small knock on your door, which had remained opened when the monegasques made their way into your room. all three of you turned to the sound of mick’s voice as he slowly pushed the door open. his eyes scanned the scene in front of him. you in your pjs, hair messy. the two brunettes staring at him with their eyes wide open.

“holy shit!” charles gasped, his hand flying to cover his mouth. “blue eyes!” he pointed with his finger.

charlotte began cursing and speaking in french, the words leaving so quickly you couldn’t even begin to catch what she said. mick just furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you for an explanation. after his initial shock, charles stood up and walked up to mick, placing his hands on the blonde’s shoulders.

“ocean blue eyes…” charles whispered, which only made mick feel more confused. he patted his shoulders as charlotte approached him, taking his hand and dragging him out of the room, leaving you two alone.

“what the fuck?” mick asked, you took a few steps until you stood in front of him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“it’s a long story,” you said as he kissed your cheek.

“i’ve got time, liebe.”

[acollectionofficsandshit]

Sneak Peek! One Shot: I Mean It

Mich Schumacher x Reader

Before you have a chance to protest the sudden absence of his touch, something which you hadn’t realized you’d been craving more of until it had gone, all thoughts of demanding it’s return melt away, as he strokes your hair, slowly raking his fingertips through the tangle of loose strands, and paying careful attention to each motion, delicately working through each snarl and knot until his fingers can comb from root to end without interruption. 

“Glad you stayed,” the rich rough and tumble of his words, tinted as they are at the edges by sleep, proves to be more than capable of rounding out the sharp corners of consonants and blending the vowels into the letters that precedes and succeeds it until any hope of a finding a hint of his accent are futile, happily surrendered in favor of enjoying what he can’t quite seem to hide, the deep, tender sincerity that’s audible in his tone, that makes his throwaway remark sing with genuine emotion.

“You sound like you actually mean that,” you intend to sound lighthearted, to keep things frivolous and playful, and you can only cross your fingers and hope it actually does to his ears, which know nothing of your moods or the significance of the pitch and lilt of your voice, a complete and utter stranger that knows nothing more about you than what you’re willing to let him learn.

“Course, I do,” he huffs out a breath of air, a laugh escaping on the coattails of the exhalation, and for a second, for just the space of time in which it takes for his heart to beat once beneath where your head lays, he sounds so painfully like Mick you almost believe it’s truly him. But then it’s gone, all the evidence to that fact left null and void, leaving only a gaping hole where that blossoming optimism had been and the sting of loss, which isn’t even a real enough thing to permit yourself to mourn.

“Yeah,” your reply is barely there at all, said quietly enough that if you hadn’t been in such close proximity to him, or the air in the room had been filled by anything more than the air conditioning quietly whirring away, he wouldn’t have even heard it at all.

[tracksidebabydoll]

𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

Mick Schumacher, where do you even start?

The first time the two of you met he was so shy and reserved, he didn't even consider walking up to you cause he was so nervous. His hands were clammy in his pockets, trembling slightly.

He'd sneak glances at you whenever he could and soon enough his friends started to notice. They'd jab him lightly in the ribs, poking fun while at the same time trying to encourage.

Mick didn't get your number that night, and he dwelled over it for days. Regret gnawing in his bones and he couldn't stop thinking about you.

When he finally did try to get your number he could barely string a sentence together. His tongue was tied and his words were stuttered.

Your first date was at a museum. He'd asked one of your friends for help and they'd told him about your interest in natural history.

He'd never expected to take such an interest in bones, fossils and animals, but when you spoke so passionately he couldn't help but admire you. He listened while you read off the small plaques, while you explained how an axolotl can regrow almost any part of its body.

You ate at the museum cafe afterwards, you shared a slice of cheesecake while sipping on a cup of tea or coffee.

You'd catch each other staring which would leave you both blushing and staring at the table, biting back grins and hiding smiles behind mugs.

At the start, Mick is a bit awkward with the whole affection thing. Not quite sure where to place his hands or if you even want to hold his. He'll eventually relax a bit and stop overthinking simple, loving actions.

When he does, Mick will realize he actually loves to hold your hand. Whether it's interlocking fingers, his hand cupping yours or sharing a pocket on a cold day.

He'd never tell anyone but he liked being little spoon. Regardless if that meant his back against your chest or facing each other, he relished your embrace and could live in your arms forever. But most of all he loved to rest his head in your lap. You could play with his hair while he did nothing but stare up at you with loving eyes.

And now he can't fall asleep without your fingers tracing patterns on his skin.

He'll never get over the first time he saw you wearing his clothes. The two of you had gone for a walk with Angie who'd had a great time playing in a muddy puddle. She'd run up to you for a cuddle and smeared mud all over your clothes.

After a shower at Mick's house, you'd asked for a change of clothes and he had nothing to offer but his own.

The sweatpants were too big for you, hanging low on your hips while the hoodie reached well past your hands. Your hair was a wet mess on your head, and Mick couldn't stop staring.

Mick fell asleep on your chest that night and woke up with his limbs tangled with yours and he realized he'd never want to wake up in any other way.

He'd make you breakfast in bed, cut up fresh fruits and take you to restaurants, but he preferred a homecooked meal.

There was no issue with showing affection in public. A Holding hands in the paddock, a quick hug or kiss on the cheek before getting in the car.

When you weren't at races with him, if timezones allowed, he'd call you to say good night and good morning every day, and if time allowed he'd send you a postcard or have flowers delivered to your door.

You were the first person he wanted to see after a race, regardless of if it had been great or two hours of misery. He knew you were waiting in the garage or the hospitality for him, so as soon as he was out of the cockpit he went looking for you.

If he got home late at night, he'd always tell you not to wait up for him, but you did. Tried to anyway. He'd often find you asleep on the couch, or on the bed, your futile attempt of staying awake.

If you weren't already in bed he'd wake you up carefully. A soft kiss or a gentle stroke across the cheek. If you were in bed he'd do his best to crawl in next to you without stirring too much.