#mick x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“El plan?” 

“Not that one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mickschumacher playdate with my girl

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user1 I love you angie!!

user2 this is so suspicious...

user3 why?

user2 well, he doesn't usually post angie anymore 🤔

user3 how is that suspicious

user2 we'll see 😉

roscoelovescoco can i come's next time's?

user4 I LOVE ROSCOE SM😭

estebanocon hmmm 🤐

user5 estie bestie what do you know???? 🤨

user6 am i thinking what y'all are thinking

user7 no stop being delusional

user8 the caption is so similar with my favorite vlogger and her dog...

user9 yourusername???? Right...

user10 you're reaching babe

user11 let's get you to bed grandma

yourusername

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yourusername Theo's zooming through the streets of Switzerland 🥰

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user1 theo is so cute!😭

user2 I wish in another life that im a dog and yn's my mom and im zooming through Switzerland

user3 must not pass the opportunity to zoom!

user4 suspicious 🤔 why is mick here?

user5 probably finding angie a date?😄

user6 imagine if angie and theo meet each other?!

user7 that would be cute🥺

roscoelovescoco you look's good's my friend's !

theolastname all thanks to mum😄

user8 WHAT THIS IS SO CUTE

user9 THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?

user10 not me literally gushing over two celebrity dogs😭

user11 CAN WE SEE THEM BOTH IN THE PADDOCK

user11 am I the only one who thinks that mick is somehow involved in this and why'd he liked the post...

user12 i see... you're onto something

user13 now he can't even like a post without all of you assuming anything

user11 why is yn suddenly in Switzerland? Who lives in Switzerland?

user12 no no you're onto something

user11 also the post mick made with his dog angie with the caption almost sounding like a response to yn's post before this🤔

user14 take your delusions elsewhere babes

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yourusername beach trips and new paw friend!

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user1 uhm,,, that dog is familiar

user2 omg cute!!!

user3 is that Angie???

user4 I'm assuming it is her given that Mick liked the post

user3 right...

lewishamilton maybe roscoe can stop by sometime?

theolastname of course uncle lewis!

user4 UNCLE LEWIS?!😭🥺

user5 THIS IS THE CUTEST CROSSOVER EVER

mickschumacher miss you three!

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user6 AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THE COMMENT FROM MICK?!

user7 maybe some of you weren't delusional at all

user8 I KNEW IT

user9 WAR IS OVER

user10 not my girl yn!!!😭

user11 WE'VE LOST ANOTHER BADDIE

user12 patiently waiting for the Twitter fans

via twitter...

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mickschumacher with my lovely girls❤️

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roscoelovescoco please don't's steal's my teacher's !

user1 turns out yn works in a doggie daycare?!

user2 it all makes sense now!

user3 THIS IS SO CUTE

user4 I KNEW IT

user5 do i need to buy a dog now so i can find myself a yn???

mickschumacher 10/10 would recommend but adopt not shop though

yourusername i taught you well 😄

user6 THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

user7 what i learned from this is that dogs are not only stress relievers but also put you out of being single

user8 i think my dog is doing it wrong happy for you though

user9 how do i send this to my dog so he can find me my lover

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yourusername dogs' out of the bag?

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yourusername should I say I have two goldies now? 🤭

user1 omg so this means mick's been her boyfriend since theo was young?!

user2 how old is theo tho?

user1 he's 1!

user2 1 YEAR AND NO ONE SUSPECTED ANYTHING?

user3 they're pretty good in hiding soo

user4 the pun in the caption?😭

user5 I LOVE YN (I've only met her today)

user6 oh to be yn with my golden retriever boyfriend and my two dogs

mickschumacher i always have to share you with theo

theoschumacher but you still love me dad!

user7 THE LAST NAME CHANGE

user8 SO CUTE OMG

user9 I LOVE THIS FAMILY SO MUCH

user10 lewishamilton i have an idea for u and roscoe

An Angel and A Devil

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"come on, Estie. if I don't put myself out there I won't have any friends apart from you two"

you said, taking another piece of tangerine in your mouth as Mick gasped.

"what's wrong with us?"

he asked offended, making you chuckle.

"you have your own group of friends and some of them still treat me like a child, I hate it"

Mick and Esteban exchanged a look and shrugged, getting back to the conversation that they were having before regarding Mick's new motorcycle.

time skip

you should have listened to your brother.

this guy was a freak, within the first few minutes of the date you already wanted to leave and never look back again.

he was talking all about himself and the way he was an amazing guy and how all his exes are still in love with him, his ego obviously too big for his own stature.

as soon as you could you ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and hurriedly taking your phone out to dial Esteban's number.

"come on, pick up pick up"

you whispered under your breath, praying for your brother to pick up quickly.

your brother though, didn't seem to pay much attention to his phone.

so your only hope was one guy: Mick Schumacher.

you pressed his name in your contacts, not really expecting him to pick up any time soon, knowing that probably he was hanging out with some of his friends right now.

but to your surprise, Mick picked up really quickly,

"hey, sweetheart. is something wrong?"

he asks immediately, knowing that you were actually supposed to be on your date, which made him worry a lot more then he himself expected.

the voices in the background of his part of the phone call made you stop; he was really with his friends.

"oh, you're busy right now? o-okay, I can try calling Esteb-"

"no no, tell me, sweetheart. I'm all yours, what do you need?"

he interrupted you, as you heard a door closing from his side of the call.

"alright, you were right, he is a freak. can you come pick me up?"

you asked softly, despising the fact that you were actually saying that he and your brother were right.

"for sure, give me the address of the restaurant and in five minutes I'll be there"

he says, hanging up quickly to get on his helmet and place his spare one on his elbow, speed walking towards his motorcycle in his friend's driveway, while his phone dinged with your message with the address of the restaurant you were in.

while he was getting out of his parking spot, you took in a big breath and got out of the bathroom, knowing that it was just a matter of time since Mick was here to pick you up.

you sat back down on your seat, a fake smile on your face to not make it look like you were trying to run away as quick as possible.

time skip

fifteen minutes have passed since your call with Mick happened and you were waiting for him for arrive any minute.

you really hoped that he didn't make a big scene with the guy because of his public figure and for your own embarrassment.

the guy kept talking about how he got a promotion the other day at work and you kept nodding mindlessly while throwing glances at the restaurant doors.

before he could finish what he was saying a man wearing an helmet and with another helmet in his hand walked in through the restaurant doors, his head going left and right to search for someone through the tables.

you quickly recognized Mick physique and the familiar helmet as he finally found you on the far right table, he pulled up the helmet visor and did a bee line through the tables to get to your table.

he gave you the spare helmet that was in his hand and nodded his head towards the door.

"let's go"

his voice was a bit muffled from the big helmet around his head but you could understand perfectly what he wanted.

you got up to follow him out, but your date got up with you and took your wrist to keep you with him.

"are you gonna go with him? you don't even-"

he couldn't finish his sentence as Mick walked towards him, narrowed eyes only a few inches away from the man's face, making him let go immediately.

Mick didn't even need to say anything to him to make him let go, taking your hand in his and gently guiding you outside of the restaurant and towards his bike.

he placed his spare helmet on your head, pushing it down and closing the strap under the helmet for you.

Mick quickly got on the motorcycle, giving you his hand to help you get on the bike behind him.

as soon as you got on, he turned the bike on and started riding the bike out of the restaurant parking lot and towards his house.

he wasn't gonna leave you alone after another bad date, he knew how you felt guilty everytime something went bad and him or Esteban had to come rescue you from the shitty situation you got yourself in.

he stopped at the red light right before his house, he straighted his back, his arms stretching to reach your exposed legs to rub them up and down.

his hands could feel the goosebumps on your skin from the cold breeze that was hitting your skin on the motorcycle.

what he didn't know was that part of that goosebumps on your skin were caused by his hands on your bare legs, how his fingertips felt on your skin and how his big hand could circle your whole leg easily.

but soon the light turned green, making his hands leave your skin to get back to riding with both his hands.

he parked the motorcycle inside his garage, giving you his hand again to help you get off his bike this time, getting off right after you.

you took off his spare helmet, looking at him apologetically as he got out of his own helmet.

"I'm so sorry"

you start.

"I know, I keep doing this and I probably should just suck it up for one night and let you guys be-"

Mick stopped you before you could get too deep into your thoughs, placing an hand up and making you shut up immediately.

"let's get inside first, then you can say all the bullshit you want"

he said, his harshness almost shocking you, as he gestured for you to walk up the stairs that took you into his house.

you walked up the stairs in front of him, walking into his house and getting into the kitchen to place his spare helmet on one of the stools that circled the island in his kitchen.

he got in and sighed while placing his helmet and his protective jacket on the couch, turning towards you and placing his hands on his hips as soon as he was done throwing his stuff on the couch.

"illuminate me, what were you saying?"

you gulped as he looked at you with that intimidating stare of his that you really hoped you never saw directed at you.

"I was saying... I really should suck it up for one night and let you guys be, I'm sure you were with your friends and I disturbed you and I'm sure Esteban is with his girlfriend and I called him out of the blue and-"

you started overthinking, gesturing around with your hands and stuttering sometimes, but Mick interrupted you.

"you know, Y/n... you're right, I was with my friends. but as soon as I got your call I ditched everyone and ran to you"

he started walking towards you, getting so close that you could feel his breath on your face and the smell of his cologne was as strong as ever.

"you know what that means?"

he asked, caging you with his arms on either side of your waist, both hands resting on the island behind you.

"what does that mean?"

you ask, big eyes staring up at him, he felt like he couldn't resist any longer, he couldn't keep it in himself any longer, he felt like if he didn't touch you in the next five seconds he would die.

but he tried to keep his hands to himself, couldn't risk to get the most precious girl on the planet get uncomfortable because of him.

"that I'm so whipped for you. so whipped that I would leave the most important meeting of my whole career if it meant saving you from a freak and having you safe at home by my side, so whipped that I would ditch any woman on the planet to be with you any second of my life"

he started whispering, his hands finally making contact with your waist, rubbing your waist softly over the cute blouse that you put on for that freak you were going on a date with.

"I knew I was done for the moment you walked into my life with that little smile of yours and those sweet hands that love to rub my shoulders whenever I am sitting on a chair, I wanted to learn everything about you and I finally did it. I know everything you like, everything you dislike. Y/n, I know everything"

Mick continued, his arms getting you up to sit on the island of his kitchen, his body placing between your thighs as his hands placed themselves on the bare skin of your thighs.

"apart from your sexual likings, obviously, but I promise I'm a fast learned. I would do anything you ask me to, destroy anything that annoys you. I would set the world on fire just for you"

he said, one hand rubbing from your thigh to your jaw and the other rubbed over your leg, reaching right before your knee to pull you in towards his body.

"why can't you see it, Y/n? I could be perfect for you"

Mick finished, his lips ghosting on yours, almost touching.

but Mick took your silence as a 'no', as he was preparing himself mentally to put space between you two and probably not feel any of your skin on his anymore.

what he didn't expect was you pulling him in by his collar, smashing your lips with his in an heated kiss.

his hands started roaming your body before he could even think about what was happening and you were already pulling his body as close as possible to yours.

one of your hands was on his chest while the other was in his hair, messing them up so good that he didn't want to fix them ever again, as if he found his favorite hairstyle.

you didn't waste time as you hopped off the kitchen island to slowly push him towards his couch, your lips never leaving one another.

you pushed him to sit on the couch as you pulled your blouse off, leaving you in your skirt and lace bra.

his mouth opened in disbelief, his bulge pretty evident in his jeans.

"I'm so desperate, you can't even imagine"

he whispered, not really to you, but more to himself.

"I can see it, no need to imagine"

you tease, getting closer to him, making his eyebrows furrow as he stared your body down.

"I want to worship you my who-"

he couldn't finish his sentence that his phone started ringing in the pocket of his jeans.

he got his phone out of his pocket and looked at the id, eyes widening slightly as he responded.

"hey, Esteban"

Mick greeted his best friend, trying to not sound like he was about to fuck with his sister.

"hey, have you heard from Y/n? she's at that date and she called me but I was with Flavy and I didn't hear her call"

he started panicking.

you got closer to Mick and got on his lap, your lips finding his neck as he tried to keep his voice steady on the call with your brother.

"uh- yeah, yeah. she's- uh, she's at my house. she's already asleep, she told me she was rea-really tired"

he lied through his teeth as he threw his head back to give you better access to his neck.

"oh- okay. well, I'm coming over tomorrow morning to pick her up-"

Esteban said, but got interrupted by Mick.

"no- I'll... I'll accompany her to your house, it's no problem"

he said, making Esteban frown.

"right... well, okay, have fun kiddos. oh- and make sure you use a condom"

Esteban teased with a chuckle.

"oh, fuck you"

Mick said with a laugh.

"my sister probably will"

Esteban joked, making Mick chuckle and hang up on him.

he turned to you as you looked down at him with a smile.

"where were we?"

Mick asked.

"oh- right, me worshipping you my whole life"

The drivers insisted that you were completely different from racing but no one believed it. Your positive radio messages praising good moves, even those against you, weren't shown and all your good deeds seemed to be overshadowed by DTS. You had fans though who knew all that you liked and what you were actually like. 

It didn't matter to them, though. To the media, to DTS, you were nothing but an evil, harsh, rude, disrespectful driver. You couldn't help being passionate about your job, though. You wanted to make your family proud. You wanted to make the whole of Brazil proud. You needed to make the whole of Brazil proud. So it made you tough, determined, it made you realise that there isn't much you wouldn't do to achieve your dreams. If it meant all your time and effort, it meant all that time and effort. Every. Single. Bit. But that's just something that came with being a Brazilian, determined Formula One driver who's dad was THE Rubens Barrichello.

Your dad and Michael Schumacher were closer than people believed. It was sometimes played off as a rivalry with a hint of friendship but, realistically speaking, they were relatively good friends. You weren't too close with their family, though, until around 2009. You had always been a very determined racer. And that meant being overly competitive in your karting days. Most of your karting group weren't as close with you because of that. Except one person - Mick Schumacher.

The friendship between you both had started off with you being quiet and closed off to everyone. He had been very determined to change that. Over time, you had learnt to tolerate his bubbly, smiley self and had started to care deeply for the man. He was the only person you allowed yourself around. You had never once raised your voice at him. Then again, you had never been angry at him post race. He had always been there if you had been taken out of a race. Whether that be him having DNFed as well or after he finished a race, he would always be there for you. And you were for him. No matter what happened, if he finished the race, if he dnfed, etc. you always made it very very clear that you were proud of him. You never let him feel anything but an incredible driver, an incredible person. Because that is exactly what he was. A good talent in a shitbox Haas. A good person. Your person. 

A fond memory the pair of you held was when Gina had convinced you both to watch Grey's Anatomy so she could discuss it with someone and you had watched it together. When Meredith first called Christina her person, Mick had looked down at you, where you had been cuddled into his gentle embrace. “You know,” he had said softly, pausing for a moment as you looked up at him, watching you as your beautiful eyes had met his, softening the second you had looked at him, nothing but adoration in your eyes. “You're my person.” He had stated it so genuinely, his hand running through your hair as you both just stared at each other. He had watched the way your eyes seemed to light up the second he said it. Just when he was convinced he couldn't pine over someone as much as he did, you once again had proved him wrong.

Mick had never considered himself scared of you. Lots of people would say that he was only friends with you because he was scared of you. But that wasn't true. That had never been true. He loved who you were when you were with him. He knew how misunderstood you were. He knew that, sure, sometimes you got pissed off when you DNFed, but everyone did. Sure, sometimes you would exchange a few words back and forth with another driver who took you out, but you always apologised if you got angry and the occasions you were very angry were incredibly rare. As in, he had only seen you properly shout at someone 3 times in the time he'd known you - once when Pierre Gasly had been driving incredibly recklessly and you had yelled at him a little bit because he easily could've seriously injured someone, once in Karting when you were 11 and someone had cost you the championship through a stupid move (yes, you had apologised for that), and in 2021 when Max Verstappen had crashed you out of the championship fight. You wouldn't have yelled at the man (and slapped him) had he not had that fucking smirk on his face when he found out that he was still in the championship fight, even though you weren't. He didn't care about you no longer being in the championship. In fact, it suited him better because it had been a two way tie instead of 3. He had later apologised for that though so, not wanting to cause any drama, you accepted.

Mick had never felt so scared in his life as he had been during the 2022 Japanese Grand Prix. Someone, he wasn't sure who, had hit the back of his car and he had felt his heart stop when he felt himself latch onto the back of your car, dragging you with him, quite roughly. What had stopped his heart most, at that point, was the tractor that was on track without a red flag. Luckily, to both of your luck, you were both in a position where you were just out of the way so you had both hit the barrier, albeit pretty hard, but without any tractor incidents. And the race had finally been red flagged. You hit your hands on the steering wheel, speaking over the radio. “For f**ks sake. Please tell me I'm not out of the championship.”

“You're not, Y/N. You're still in the championship race.”

“Thank f**king God. Who even crashed into me? That could've been so dangerous for both of us if we had gone into that tractor.”

“Uhm, it appears to be Schumacher. All cars are past, you can get out of your car now.”

You had taken your seat belt off with record speed, getting out of the car and replacing the steering wheel. You turned, seeing Mick. He was sitting on the floor, knees brought up to his chest, helmet off, and his head in his arms. You were confused. Was he hurt? You headed over to him, crouching down.

“Mick. You okay?” He looked up at you, nodding. “You're not hurt, no?” He shook his head. “Alright. Come on, let's go get in the car and get back to the pits, alright?” He followed you.

However, once you got out of the car, he rushed off straight to the Haas garage. No goodbye or anything, just left. Placing your helmet into the hands of your race engineer, you watched Mick wipe his face as he headed into the Haas garage. You turned to your race engineer, zoning in as he questioned you on you being okay and not injured and stuff.

You had joined Formula One in 2021 with Porsche. Porsche weren’t meant to be coming into F1 for a few years, however, they had somehow managed to convince the FIA that there should be an 11th team on the grid and, somehow, they had agreed. Willingly. Thus, Porsche F1 Team was born. The grid increased from 20 drivers to 22, with you being joined by someone you drove in F2 with - Felipe Drugovich, another Brazilian driver. You had been beyond hyped, especially when Porsche had absolutely ripped, bringing you all to P4 in the constructors in its first season. Now, however, there was a chance of it being P1. And you were going to take that chance. Your dream was to be a champion, to make your country and your dad proud, and you would do anything to make that happen.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned to see a frantic Haas employee. “I'm so sorry for interrupting. Mick is freaking out, we need you.”

“What happened? Is he okay?”

“He's really worried that he took you out of the championship. I think he's scared to lose you. We tried to reassure him but I think it would be better coming from you. He also isn't going to medical despite needing to.”

You turned to your race engineer. “Can we catch up later?”

He shook his head. “Y/N you need to go get checked in the medical centre. That should be your priority right now.”

“No. I don't think you understand. Mick is my priority. Always. I'll go to medical with him.” You walked away quickly, following his race engineer towards Haas.

You walked into the garage, ignoring the weird looks you were getting, and straight over to the German driver who was sitting in the back corner, just like how you found him at the track, but inside this time, surrounded by people. They quickly cleared off when you signalled for them to. You knelt down in front of him. You didn't say anything, placing your hand gently on his knee.

He looked at you. “I am so so sorry,” he whispered, and you could see that he'd been trying.

“For what? You didn't mean to take me out with you.”

He had already looked away from your face.  “Yeah but I ruined your chance of winning the championship again. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me, I don't want to lose you.”

You placed your finger on his chin, lifting his head so his eyes met yours. Your hand then moved up to his cheek, taking his face into your hand softly. “Mickey, you didn't take me out of the championship. I can still win. And even if you did, you wouldn't lose me, alright?”

“But… Max last year.”

“Mick Schumacher, the only way that you will lose me is the day that I die.” He smiled slightly and you took the opportunity to wipe a bit of the wetness on his face away with your thumb. “Plus, that was so, so different. Max smirked and made a comment when he found out I wasn't in the championship, it was deliberate, and I still forgave him. But he's nothing compared to how far you would genuinely have to go to push me away.”

“I don't get it, why?”

“You're Mick. You're my Mick. You're my person and I love you more than I'll ever be able to express to you.”

You hadn't felt his hand on the back of your neck until it pulled you to connect your lips with his. You didn't react at first, just genuinely in shock at the feeling of his lips on yours. His soft, gentle lips. The thing you had always wanted. And it was what you had wanted for years. And then he pulled away. “Fuck, I'm so sorry Y/N, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have-” You cut him off again to reconnect your lips, which he seemed to appreciate, as evident by his grip on your hair tightening slightly. 

You pulled away from the kiss. “Odds on our PR managers having heart attacks right now?”

He chuckled quietly, showing you that beautiful smile of his that you adored. “Oh, almost 100%,” he responded, causing you to laugh as well, head leaning to rest on his shoulder. “We're on camera,” he whispered in your ear. 

“Give them a wave,” you joked in response. “I believe we have to take a trip to medical.” You stood up, hand outstretched to take his. You shot a wink at the camera as you both stood up, before you walked out of the garage.

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Hi All, This is short and quickly written and unedited. Apologies for not posting this on Monday. Let me know if you want to be on my general taglist Have a good day x Alocon

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened,” There’s a pain that flourishes through his chest the moment he says the words. He takes a deep and sharp breath, closing and opening his hands. 

His whole body aches, every muscle begging him not to move, but he can hear the marshalls gesturing for him to get out of the car before the buzz of the radio comes in through his ear. 

“That’s alright Mick, are you okay?” He can barely hear his engineer through the pain but he presses the radio button to speak through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, just sore.” He murmurs just as he lifts up his visor. There’s a bit of a blur through his eyes and he wonders whether it’s from the dirt on his visor or because of the way his head shook at the impact but his chest hurts and he can’t seem to comprehend why. 

He spares the marshalls a quick thumbs up to assure them that he’s okay before he’s pushing himself out of the car, letting out a sigh as he wobbly walks to the side. He gets onto the back of the motorbike and spares a quick wave at the crowd.  

His head is hung low when he gets back to the garage, a weight of guilt not only sitting on his shoulders but also his heart. There’s disappointment glooming in the air and he can’t dare himself to look at anybody, just scurries in between the mechanics to get to his driver’s room as fast as possible. 

He’s dreading to go to the media pen, knowing what the questions are going to be like. He just wants to wait- give himself a few minutes to just breathe and understand what the hell just happened. 

The pain in his chest is still there, even more prominent when he takes a deep breath. His lips purse to hold back the hiss and he tries not to be concerned. It’s the same pain he felt in the car, distracting him from the curb. How does he explain that he felt the pain before the crash? 

He knows he should get it checked, one of the medics is probably waiting for the signal, but all he can think about is to grab his phone. All he can think about is to call you.

You know better than to drive angry, he can practically hear your voice echoing in his head, what if something had happened? 

He’s so focused to get to his phone that he doesn’t notice the pair of footsteps following behind him, rushed and nervous. The presence only makes themselves clear just as he picks up the phone, seeing the dozen of missed calls pending. He doesn’t even have a moment to question why the calls weren’t from you, why your parents’ and your best friend’s name was flashed across his screen. 

“Mick,” He shakes his head at his name, he isn’t ready to go to the media pen yet, he needs to talk to you. “Mick,” This time, he recognizes the sound of the voice, and he turns around, confused. He’s met with Jack, who’s standing by the door frame, and he doesn’t understand how or why they let him come in. 

“I’m really sorry Mick,” He murmurs voice shaky and that’s when Mick notices his eyes, red and wet. “Leah,” Your best friend. “she wanted you to hear from a friend-” 

Mick laughs, actually laughs, because none of this is making sense. He ignores how the shake of his chest digs the pain deeper, sharp through his chest. “I don’t know what you’re on about mate,” He says before looking down at his phone. He ignores all the notifications, scrolls to his last outbound call. 

Your name flashes on his screen before he presses it against his cheek, swallowing hard, and Jack begins to talk again. Mick doesn’t seem to hear a thing. 

The line rings, rings and rings. 

“Hey,” He lets out a sigh of relief at the sound of your voice, and his chest relaxes. Only for a split second. “I’m sorry for not being available- hopefully I’m doing something cool right now. Feel free to leave me a message after the tone- or not- up to you!” 

The tone is met with silence, and the only thing Mick can hear is the sound of his heart beat in his ears and the shakiness of his breath. He hangs up just as Jack wraps his arms around him. 

He realizes that day there’s one thing that’s worse than driving angry, and it was leaving a conversation angry.

Mick can’t stand looking at traffic lights anymore, wonders why the hell did governments invest in road safety when people ignore the blatant signs used to protect them. 

It was a speeding car blowing through a red light, not bothering to check for pedestrians. He was in a hurry, they had explained to the jury. Mick wonders if it would have hurt less if they at least had the decency to lie. 

Mick learns that people are inherently selfish. They do whatever they can for their best interest, whatever they think would benefit them. He also learns though, that he isn’t any better. 

Selfish is the same exact reason why he doesn’t go to your funeral, stays cooped up at home wrapped under his sheets. 

He had tried to leave the bed when his alarm rang, but he couldn't. His whole body ached, and the sharp pain in his chest was still fucking there, loud and demanding. He wonders whether this is his punishment, wonders whether he deserves more of it. 

He ignores the calls from Gina, even ignores the calls from his mother, knowing if he picked up he’d get dragged with them to the venue. He does text your parents though (he has a decency to do that), a short apology with blessings. 

He’s reminded through them why you were the way you were. Selfless, understanding, & putting others’ needs before your own. They take Mick’s apology with grace, letting him know it’s okay if you need time, please let us know if you need anything. 

He wonders how they can stand talking to him, how they can still invite him to the funeral, how they can offer him help. 

Ultimately Mick wonders, how can they forgive him if he can’t even forgive himself? 

He only leaves his bed to use the toilet, catches the sight of rain falling from the slit of his curtains. It makes sense, he thinks. The world should be mourning you. 

He sure is not allowed to. 

He washes his hands once he’s done, cups some water in them before splashing his face with it. His thoughts are so loud that he just wishes he could turn them off. He leans on the sink, hands gripping onto the bowl as he takes a deep breath. 

For a second he feels touches ghosting on his waist, sneaking under his shirt. He shuts his eyes. 

He begs for it to stop, but it never does. 

It’s almost like you’re there with him, the memory is so vivid. He can see you sneaking up behind him, hands snaking around his waist. He can feel you leaning on his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. 

He can feel your lips brushing against his neck. 

“So? What are we doing today?” He wonders whether he would be able to remember your voice forever, the way you dragged your questions everytime you were excited. 

“Can we go to the market? Please?” Or the little pout you’d give him through the mirror whenever you wanted something. His knuckles are white and he has to use all his will to step away from the sink, turning away to go back to his bed. 

It doesn’t help though, because your memory only follows him into bed. 

“Can we stay in for a little bit longer?” Would he start forgetting the way your skin felt against his? 

“Morning sex, definitely one of the best,” Or the way you’d both laugh in between small pants, chests rising and falling with the feeling of your bodies being on fire. 

He wonders whether he’ll forget the softness in your voice whenever you said I love you, or if he’d ever remember those words without wondering whether you knew he loved you back or not. 

Your memory follows him to the living room, to the backyard, even the kitchen. 

He can feel your eyes on him when he pours himself a drink, feels his hands on you when he pours his fourth, by his sixth he takes a second glass. 

“Cheers,” He murmurs, wiping his cheeks as he clinks his glass against yours. 

It’s the ninth drink that does him over, has him leaning on the counter to catch a breath. His chest is tight, the pain suddenly unbearable as he grips the counter to keep himself stable. 

He takes a deep breath in, but what comes out instead is a broken cough, mixed with whatever feeling he had been holding back. The cry he lets out echoes in the empty house. 

“Look, I know you’re stressed but it’s going to be okay, I’ll see you when I get there.” Your voice echoes, loud and clear that he almost questions whether he’s in a dream. He looks up, eyes traveling the room, but he knows you aren’t really there. 

He expects your voice to follow again, but it doesn’t. This time it’s his. 

“What if it’s not fucking okay hm?” His eyes shut almost instantly once he realises. 

“Mick, you need to breathe, we can figure it out together. I’m sure there are other teams.” He wants the memory to stop, presses his hands against his ears. 

“What if there aren’t any other teams? What do I do then?” He remembers the breath you let out into the phone, the way you tried to keep yourself level headed. 

“Then we figure it out together Mick- you need to calm down okay?” He regrets snapping at you the way he did, regrets not just listening. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down okay? You don’t fucking get it. You can’t just come here and fix everything, it’s not an easy fix. What? You think I can just roll up to another team principal and ask for a seat?” His voice was venomous. 

“I know but maybe if I’m there-” 

“You can’t fucking fix everything okay? Maybe- you know what- maybe you shouldn’t come.” He remembers the silence, remembers the instant regret he felt when he could feel your hurt through the phone. You didn’t say anything about it though. 

“I know you didn’t mean that,” you murmur and he can still hear the apprehension in your voice, “I’ll let you be okay? I need to get home so I can watch the race, and we can talk about this after.” You waited for him to say something but when he didn't you sighed. “Please just- drive safe okay? And don’t drive angry.” There’s a pause before you say it. “I love you.” He remembers that he doesn’t say it back. 

He’s on the floor, back pressed against one of the drawers with his legs pulled against his chest. He doesn’t remember sitting down, or tucking his face in his knees. He can see the mark on his joggers, the fabric wet and sticking to his skin. Your words echo in his mind.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you-

He grabs his phone through blurry eyes, presses your name on his screen. 

“Hey.” He hangs up and tries again. “Hey,” and again. “Hey,” and again. 

The fourth time he doesn’t hang up, jaw clenched tight and body shivering. He lets your voice sound through. “Hey, I’m sorry for not being available- hopefully I’m doing something cool right now. Feel free to leave me a message after the tone- or not- up to you!”