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notleclerc · 6 months

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I want to be appreciated

🖤Charles x Fem!reader

🖤summary: Charles reached his limit after his results at the Austin Grand Prix and needs his lover more than ever

🖤warnings: angst, fluff and a lil suggestive at the end ;) French sentences are translated

🖤a/n: this is my first fic so please have mercy on me. English is not my first language so i am happy for any feedback <3 ENJOY BABES

Charles was always a giver. His friends needed him to take them somewhere? Alright be ready in 5. His Team Principal called him last minute for a team meeting? Of course anything for Ferrari.

It never bothered Charles because that’s his way of showing care and appreciation to what he has. He loves seeing others being well and happy and him being the reason for that but what about his needs? Why is it so hard for people to appreciate him?

It hit him hard when he ended up in P6 and was later on disqualified at the US Austin Grand Prix. People rushed to him and tried to cheer him up but nothing worked and that’s when they realised, they‘ve got no clue on how to help the one that always WAS the helper himself. All Charles needed right now was the warmth of one person. You, (Y/n). His lovely girlfriend that somehow notices everything about him.

Charles enters his driver room and sees you already waiting for him with your arms wide open and a gentle smile on your face.

„Come here mon amour, laisse-toi aller, tu es en sécurité ici“ (my love, let it all out, you are safe here)

It‘s in that moment that Charles finally let‘s go and crashes in your arms with quiet sobs and a tight grip on your shirt. He keeps repeating „why me, why? what did i do?“ as he hides his face in your neck.

(Y/n) doesn‘t say anything and keeps softly caressing his back and scratching his head and let‘s him cry it all out. You remind him that he is safe here and that you‘ve got him. Charles slowly stopped and sat down on his bed and rubbed his eyes.

„It‘s always like this ma cherrié, i just want to leave…peut-on retourner à l'hôtel s‘il tu plaît?“. (can we go back to the Hotel please?)

(Y/n) nods and grabs his bag that she already packed because she knew charles wouldn‘t want to be around anyone. (Y/n) messaged Joris and Andrea and let them know that they are leaving. You handed Charles his sunglasses and hat and grabbed his hand.

„Lets go Cha, just follow my lead okay baby?“

He only nodded and followed you like a lost puppy into his rented Ferrari. Fans, journalists and photographers tried to take pictures and ask questions but you shieled him and asked for distance and respect. Once at the car, you wanted to enter the passenger seat but got tugged back slightly by Charles.

„Can you please drive… i just… i just don‘t want to…“

With no hesitation, you let him sit and took the seat behind the steering wheel and drove the two of you back to the hotel. Once there, you helped Charles enter through the back door and you both immediatly made your way inside your room and let him lay down on the bed. Charles heard your footsteps and turned his face to look at you and saw you disappearing into the bathroom.

(Y/n) tied her hair up and started to run a warm bath for Charles with lavender scented bubbles, a scent to relax the mind. While the bathub was getting ready, (Y/n) went back to Charles and started to take off his shoes and his clothes.

„Let me take care of you my love okay? All you have to do is enjoy and relax and nothing else“

You kiss his forehead as he looked tiredly and hopeful at you. Charles nodded and let you guide him into the bathroom that is filled with the aroma of lavender which immediatly calms him down slowly. (Y/n) guides him into the bath and let’s him relax his tense muscles.

„Close your eyes mon amour and let me massage you and take care of you. Tell me if you need anything ma vie“ (my life)

You kiss his lips softly as he closes his eyes and sighs in content. You start to massage his head and move down towards his shoulders and arms. You make sure to massage the sore spots and gently start to also massage the rest of his body. Charles felt like he was on cloud nine as he could finally relax and only focus on you and your touch. Usually it’s a big havoc inside his brain when its a race weekend but with this? He never wants to go back.

After cleaning and massaging his whole body, (Y/n) also washed his hair and made him step out of the bathub once finished. He put the towel around himself and you gently took his hand and brought him back to the bedroom. You helped drying him and made sure to moisturize is body and face gently.

During the whole process you would give him soft kisses and tell him how proud you are of him and encourage him.

Charles watched you with nothing but loving eyes as he felt his whole body feel the warmth of your kind soul. Every touch and gaze from you made him feel loved, cared for and… and appreciated… finally…He almost teared up again at the thought of having you by his side and how blessed he was.

You lightly laugh at his teared up eyes and hold his face.

„I love you Charles, whatever goes inside of that incredible brain of yours just know that with me you will always be loved and appriciated.“

(Y/n) kisses him and Charles automatically wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him. You sit on his lap and keep admiring him with a soft smile.

„Merci mon amour, je t'aime du plus profond de mon cœur et de mon âme.“ (thank you my love, i love you from the deepest part of my heart and soul.)

You were about to stand up and grab some clothes for Charles but he held your wrist and gave you a pleading look.

„Mon amour… please…je veux que tu touches tout mon corps, qui brûle de désir pour toi.“ (I want your touch all over my body, its burning in desire for you)

You looked down and saw his bulge growing underneath the towel and Charles blushing red in need and want for you. His hold on your wrist gets tighter and his whines get into your head.

„Je serai un bon garçon pour toi, mon amour“ (I‘ll be a good boy for you my love)

There are definitely more ways of showing appreciation…

HOW YOU GUYS FEELING ABOUT THISSSSSS? This was hunting me all week long after seeing the results of the race :(

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5ugarand5pice · 2 years

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Sweet Nothing

pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader

inspired by: Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift (listen to Midnights if you haven’t!!)

a/n: hi! this is the very first formula 1 piece i’m writing and the very first piece i’ve ever posted in my life. honestly scared shitless by posting this but been going through quite a lot at the moment so wrote this piece of mick fluff to appease my delusions and thought that maybe someone else would need it as well. i’m new at this and not that knowledgeable about f1 compared to others here so please be kind. i’m open to constructive criticism though so feel free to share your thoughts!

warning/s: literally just fluff, sexual innuendos, f1 drivers being f1 drivers, mentions of haas drama, mick being sad

I spy with my little tired eye Tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July Down deep inside your pocket

You were both worn out from Friday Practice, you from the nerves that come with the thought of the danger your boyfriend puts himself in during every race weekend and him from exhaustion. With tensions rising between Mick and the HAAS administration, he’s been on the edge, the stakes of his career being higher than ever and the pressure of garnering points for himself and his team weighing down on him.

Squeezing his hand, you drag his attention to you. “Micky, I’m feeling a bit cold” you sheepishly smile at him, tugging at his sleeve.

“I thought you brought your own jacket with you” he says, eyes darting to your bag that you fill with practically all your belongings.

“It doesn’t smell like you” you whisper but it was loud enough for Mick to hear and just like that, his mental tornado disappears, replacing his self-loathing thoughts with nothing but complete adoration towards you. He shrugs off his jacket and puts it on you, zipping it up and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Let’s go home?” Mick asks. Your cheeks warm up at the thought of Mick calling his family’s ranch your home- not just his or his family’s but yours as well. While you guys have been dating for only less than a year, the Schumachers already considered you part of their family, falling in love with you almost as quickly as Mick did.

“Let’s.” You reach out for his hand and he intertwines his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. He opens the door for you and you take your seat, setting down your bag at your feet and hands tucking in the jacket pockets to make up for the lost contact with his hands. You shriek, immediately retracting your hands out of his jacket then laughing as realization hits you. Mick climbs in beside you, worry etching his face.

You show him the tiny pebble you found, giggling, you mutter “I thought it was an insect”.

He laughs with a slight shake of his head and says “That’s pebbie”. Your eyes soften as the memory of your lakeside picnic date dawns on you.

“You still have it?” you ask in disbelief.

“Of course, I told you I’d keep it.” he smiles.

“You are such a softie” you coo, pinching his cheeks to match the blush on yours. You both stare at each other goofily, your mind drifting back to a picnic date he had surprised you with last July.

All the drivers had a week off in between the races in France and Austria. You were lucky enough to have a job that let you work remotely from time to time so that you can spend as much time together as his hectic schedule would let you. Mick had set up a picnic blanket and an impressive spread of food. After eating and cuddling with Angie, he had decided to teach you how to skip rocks after finding out you had never done so. “It’s an essential part of childhood!” he argued. You were so close to giving up, just throwing out the rock in frustration. It skipped twice before going in the water with one final plop. Mick cheered and so did Angie, even if the latter didn’t have a single clue what was going on. He crouched down and picked up a small pebble, “To commemorate the moment I completed your childhood bucket list”.

Your ringtone suddenly interrupts the mental montage. You quickly reach in your bag to pick up the call and put it on speaker. Before you could even get a word out, you hear Sebastian shout “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?” as loud country music plays in the background. Mick’s eyes widen as realization hits him. He had forgotten to give any of the other drivers a key to unlock the house, leaving them stranded outside.

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh, pretty sure that Seb was going crazy with the antics the other racers were pulling. Mick maneuvers the car out of the parking lot as you finally reply “We’re on the way”, ending the call before the German could get another complaint out.

On the way home I wrote a poem You say, "what a mind" This happens all the time

You spent most of the drive home talking about the odd things you witnessed that day including Danny Ricc’s wild west entrance. “That was crazy '' he remarks. “He wouldn’t be Dan if it wasn’t” you say, laughing as you replay the moment in your mind. “You should’ve heard Charles though! He was pouting and whining about how he wanted a horse as well and Charlotte had to console him!” you guffaw. “I had to point out that their cars already had horses on them to make him shut up”.

Mick grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. He was hesitant to bring you into his world, afraid that the constant probing of the media and pressure from strangers on the internet would eventually get to you like it did to him and maybe you’d decide to leave. Luckily for him, you didn’t really take other people’s opinions to heart (except the sweet ones from those who loved you two) and adjusted well. The other drivers ended up befriending you, you becoming really close to Seb who immediately claimed that if shit goes down, he’d take your side even if it was against your boyfriend. The other girls, or as the internet referred to you, F1 wags, took you in under their wing as well, saying you were now part of the “I’m in love with a lunatic” support system. He wasn’t surprised by the warm welcome, your balance of shy and bubbly was one of the reasons he was head over heels in love with you and he was glad other people found it endearing as well.

“Oh! I almost forgot, I wrote you another poem” you say. Mick hummed in response, encouraging you to go on. It had become a tradition of yours, you sharing a poem you made while waiting for Mick in the pits and him laughing at the most absurd things you bring up as he brings you both home. It all started when you had given him a handmade card for Valentine’s day, saying that the cheesy stuff made the holiday even sweeter. Inspiration had struck you as you came across those meme ones, deciding to recreate the “in me mums car” one seeing as it suited your Valentine’s career. “Okay, are you ready?” you say as you open your notes app. He nodded. “His race suit is red, with patterns of white and blue, taking it off and riding him is all I want to do” you give him a toothy grin. Despite the naughty meaning of your poem, he gives you a smile that matches yours “What a mind babe”. Your heart swells. No matter how silly your rambles are, Mick always found ways to make you feel like the most interesting person in the room, hanging on to every word as if you held the secrets of the universe.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters Out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore "You should be doing more" To you I can admit That I'm just too soft for all of it

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your Sweet nothings

You were now in yours and Mick’s room after finally arriving at the ranch and once again hearing Sebastian’s complaints about how Danny’s country music playlist, as well as Yuki and Pierre’s off-tune singing, were driving him insane. You were laughing until you saw some of the girls waving at you and giving you looks that basically scream “SAVE ME”, thinking about how bad the impromptu karaoke session really was. You grabbed your copy of the house keys, ushering the girls into the living room as the boys bicker about the noise that they’re making, Daniel arguing that they were “just trying to yeehaw up the vibe”. Soon enough, everyone was situated into their own rooms, freshening up for dinner and drinks.

While you were in the shower, Mick stood in front of the mirror by the vanity, staring at himself in his fireproofs. He knew he looked the part; the perfectly built Formula 1 racer but he didn’t feel like it. Behind the bright smiles he showed the rest of the world were the gloomy expressions of doubt and dread he reserved for times he spent alone. The press kept highlighting the fact that he was Michael Schumacher’s son, destined for greatness. He always took pride in carrying his father’s name but being labeled as his legacy left nothing but a heavy weight on his shoulders. When he had finally secured a seat in Formula 1, he’d felt hopeful, thinking that this was his opportunity to make a name for himself, show the world that he was more than his father’s shadow. However, with the amount of crashes and no-point places, everything seemed to go downhill.

Mick was too deep in his thoughts to notice you step out of the bathroom, fully dressed and gesturing that the shower was free. Recognizing the look on his face whenever he goes down the rabbit hole, you slowly approach him and hug him from behind. “You’re more than a driver Mick” you whisper, placing a kiss on his shoulder. He turns around, giving you a view of his pained expression. “I know, but I should be more as a driver,” he sighs, “My dad, he won WDC’s, I- I can’t even get a spot on the podium”. It hurt you seeing him in this state. While you don’t have the exact same level of pressure, you knew what it felt like to have the need to live up to other people’s expectations. “This is just the beginning Mick” you offer, cupping both of his cheeks. “But what if this is the end? You heard what Gene said, the entire world has” he cuts you off. “You can’t let some bitter old man get to you. Mick, you’re phenomenal. I know you can’t exactly see that right now but you are. When you get in that car, when you’re on the track, you’re the one racing, not your dad, not Gene, not Guenther, just you. You got that seat through your own merit. As much as I love your dad, your genes and name didn’t solely get you that seat, that took years of hard work and training.” he offers a small smile. “There’s nothing left to do but keep going, as lame as that sounds. I won’t tell you to stop worrying over this or stop getting upset because it’s normal to. But when you finally step on that podium, I hope you remember this moment because it’s bitter moments like this that make the victories so much sweeter”. While the nagging thoughts still remained in his mind, one thing was clear to him; when he finally puts on his Pirelli cap and gets sprayed with champagne, he hopes you’ll be there to celebrate with him.

Outside they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was Sweet nothing

Mick, finally out of the shower, followed the sounds of music and laughter, ending up in the backyard where all the other guys were. Ricciardo, being the life of the party, was challenging the others into a gallop-off. “Finally, Mick! A worthy contender! C’mon mate, let’s show these losers how actual cowboys gallop.” Daniel motions for him to join them. Mick shakes his head but comes closer anyways. “I don’t think riding horses helps with galloping that much, cowboy,” Charles argues. “and just because you rode a horse into the paddocks today, doesn’t actually make you gallop like one”. Daniel scoffs, “You’re just jealous because I rode Horsey McHorse and you didn’t”. The boys laugh at Charles’ annoyed face.

The other girls head outside with plates and bowls of food, and Hanna calls for Mick to head into the kitchen to help you out, saving him from making a fool out of himself. Carlos notices the relieved expression and whines out “Ay, no, no, that’s unfair mate! You have to show us your gallop too”. Mick just smiles and walks away, hearing Daniel shout “This isn’t over!” before finding his way to you.

He catches you humming along to what he guesses is a song from the new Taylor Swift album you were raving about all day. Giving you a quick peck on the cheek, he asks how he can help out. “I got beers for everyone but I figured some might want something fruity so I made Sangria.” you nod towards the pitchers, “help me with carrying these out?”. Mick nods but reaches out for your hands, twirling you around and kissing you softly on the lips. Blushing you ask, “What was that for?”. He replies “Nothing, I just love you.” Before you guys could lean in for another kiss, you hear Pierre shout “Oi love birds! We’re waiting for you!”

You settle for a quick peck and together with Mick, make your way outside. Mick sits next to you, taking a moment to admire you and how much of a perfect fit you were in his life. He wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life like this, content with just coming home with you. You catch him looking at you and you smile, handing him a pizza with your other hand. You two share a loving gaze, smiling at each other like fools, stuck in your own little bubble. That is until you hear Alex saying, “You still owe us a gallop Schumacher”.

a/n: AHHHH i actually posted it!! was not going to because i kept overthinking but to heck with it. anyways, happy race weekend (*cries in ferrari*) and i hope this piece gave you as much comfort as it did for me 🤍

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