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lovelytsunoda · 26 days

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time after some time // mick schumacher

kisses underneath the collar of a turtleneck sweater

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

pairing: mick schumacher x female reader

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

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

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

mick was still fast asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"is your mom meeting you in daytona?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"ich leibe dich."

"i love you more."

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astonmartinii · 1 year

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opposites attract | mick schumacher social media au

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

they say opposites attract, so when mick is linked to a girl no one would expect, safe to say no one expects it. (mick is still on the grid in this cause fuck you haas i dont care)

yourusername

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yourusername: weekends that finish in random people's kitchens >>>

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ynstan4 i love her so much but her willingness to do anything gives me so much anxiety

ynfan55 yeah she's insane but that's why i love her

user22 is this girl famous for any actual reason?

ynforever34 1) insane 2) cool ass internet show

user77 honestly i was converted after i saw her interviewing at the golden globes

f1girl33 so we all saw that mick

minischumi bro it's an instagram like he hasn't proposed

metgala

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metgala: after many, many requests we listened and y/n y/ln has taken the night off from her crazy life to do the interviews (and look stunning) on the met gala red carpet, stay tuned to watch!

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user450 idk who she is but why did she slay the theme more than the actual guests

ynismyqueen she's so mother !!! it's so weird seeing her looking professional rather than lookng like she's just been ran over

f1babygirl okay this is the second y/n-related post mick has liked in a row ...

yngirly33 yall ever heard of a hobby?

yourusername thanks for having me baby

mickschumacher posted on their story

[caption: maybe i should put her on a leash]

yourusername

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yourusername: what the fuck is a soft launch

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mickschumacher so this was not how i planned to do this but love you

yourusername i love you more micky

schumijr WTF IS GOING ON ?????

user67 i for one love this pairing

f1stan55 same it's giving opposites attract

danielricciardo has anyone checked on seb?

yourusername check yourself ricciardo, i met seb after the second date KEEP UP

user56 she kills me

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: dragged her all the way to sweden

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yourusername i'm happy wherever you are <3 (you may have made a mistake because the alcohol is strong here)

mickschumacher i love you dumbass

user78 so she's at race of champions? the bitches there are already crazy

ynstan69 where can i put a bet on that she goes in the ice water?

estebanocon don't have too much fun without me

yourusername so when are we all double-dating?? i was thinking like sky diving or maybe area 51??

mickschumacher maybe dinner will be good for now

yourusername added to their story

[caption: when in sweden]

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daniel3.jpg: a weekend with chalk and cheese - never again these two make me feel so old

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yourusername i thought you were the party animal of f1 and you can't handle someone cutting bangs in your bathroom?

danielricciardo no i can't, you got me there

mickschumacher i think they look lovely but maybe we should leave hairdressing to the sober professionals :)

user66 omg i wasn't sold before but i think i love them now

f1fan45 i love how much more of mick's personality we see now, he seems more sure in himself

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yourusername: count your days steiner you drive to survive merchant

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user68 OMFG

f1stan09 SHE WENT THERE

schumistan66 now we know where mick got his confidence on the radio from

mickschumacher i love you but stop threatening my boss with violence

yourusername he deserves it <3

f1girl38 i'm so glad mick has someone to stick up for him

ynismymum i have no doubt she probably said something in the garage as well

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: happy anniversary love!! i can't believe it's been a whole year already, but i've loved every moment with you. not only have you made me more confident and brave, but you've shown me a whole new way to view life. i love you, here's to many more years xx

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yourusername OMG I'M GOING TO CRY, no but on a serious note, i love you too baby!! you're the kindest soul in the world and you deserve everything and more. you make me want to be better and you deal with my constant weird shit I LOVE YOU

charles_leclerc this is cute but some of us are lonely so keep it to yourselves xx

yourusername fuck off sharl

user45 man i'm alone

f1wagupdates i think she might be my fave after that comment

schumibaby and not after she threatened steiner and threw up on jenson ???

f1girly56 she was so real for all of this

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paddockbunny · 11 months

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The Gloves are Off

Summary: Mick’s downside was he was too nice. So it falls upon you, his girlfriend, to stand up to Guenther Steiner Rating: 16+. Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader. Word Count : 1,212 - ONE SHOT! Trigger Warnings : 16+, NSFW implied, adult material implied, anger discussion, “bad” boss vibes, slightly toxic work environment, bad language, this isn’t explicitly an 18+ and only has a little bit of sex talk at the end Images : found on Pinterest 💕 Authors Note : again, I forgot to reply to this as a request

List : List A Prompt : 1 - “You want to kiss me so badly right now don’t you?”

You watched as your deflated boyfriend was brought back to the garage on the back of one of the safety mopeds. He had kept his helmet on the whole time as he pushed through the disappointed team members. From what you could tell it wasn’t his fault. The front left tyre locked up, he was nudged from behind by Albon and there was really nothing he could do. You were just thankful he wasn’t injured.

As a few dejected technicians and mechanics patted him on the back as if to say “hard luck” or “don’t take it too hard, it happens” you spied his Team Principle Guenther Steiner furiously charge across the pit lane from the grid wall. Mick had only just reached you and began to remove his helmet when his name was shouted. You saw the look on Mick’s face as soon as he heard Guenther call his name. To everyone - including you - Mick was Mr Nice Guy. It was how his parents had raised him. He always kept his cool, stayed calm and not once had you heard him raise his voice to anyone. You watched as his trainer took his helmet from him and he ignored his angry boss as he removed his gloves. Being a life long F1 girl you begged to see a glimmer of his father in him. Michael wouldn’t stand for being shouted at and publicly humiliated. You were always praying Mick would find his fire and his flame and bite back, just once.

But as he sheepishly turned round to face the metaphorical music you knew today wasn’t going to be that day. Instead you watched your boyfriend take the blame for something that was pretty out of his control. He remained reserved when Guenther harped on about how much the car rebuild would cost the team and how Mick needed to think of his future as his crashes were becoming more and more expensive. “You know, I need to call Gene and have words about this Mick. We might decide not to keep you next year because you cost us too much money.” And although that wasn’t Mick’s breaking point, it certainly was yours.

“No, no, no…” You moved so fast Mick couldn’t grab you in time. Guenther had already taken off back toward the pit wall and you rushed to get in front of him. You knew the cameras would catch your interaction and replay it over and over again but you didn’t care. “You can’t talk to him like that. That crash wasn’t his fault. The front left locked up and then Albon smacked into his rear. Everybody saw it. You can’t blame him for something that wasn’t his fault.” You had to shout to be heard over the noisy sound of the race happening only meters behind you. Guenther seemed shocked that you - Mick’s sweet, polite girlfriend - was having a pop at him.

“I don’t have fucking time for this. We still have one driver left in the race.” He tried to wave you off and it only frustrated you more. “Fuck you Guenther!” You hissed at him “It isn’t Mick’s job to fund this team. It’s yours and if you’re struggling to do that then maybe Gene should fire you instead.” He looked down at you and his face was a mixture of anger and pure shock. You doubted anyone had bit back at him, especially not so publicly. You knew he had something to say about how you were questioning his authority. Something like “what the fuck do you know?” was probably most accurate but regardless he was trying to hold back from making a scene in the middle of a heavily camera covered motor-race.

Mick’s hands were suddenly around your upper arms and he started pulling you back toward the garage. You had a lot more you were prepared to say to the middle aged team principle but you let Mick remove you from the situation before you could get him in anymore trouble. He practically frog marched you in the direction of his drivers room and. Glancing round at him you could tell he was unhappy and you suspected it was due more to your outburst rather than his race being ruined. You knew now you had severely overstepped and you might never be allowed back into the Haas hospitality area. Even if you did some serious ass kissing.

Mick didn’t let up on you. He pulled you the whole way till you were practically jogging to keep up with him. His hand was like iron around your wrist and it was kind of beginning to hurt. When he pushed open the door he let go of you so you would go in in front of him. You hesitated but conceded to his wishes. This was it. You were sure Mick was about to scold you, tell you you embarrassed him, and the worst thought of all, break-up with you.

You noticed how hard he was breathing. How quickly his chest was rising and falling gave it away. He had this mad look on his face but he just continued staring at you. The tension made you feel nervous and when you felt nervous you ended up giggling or saying something stupid. This moment was no exception. “You want to kiss me so badly right now, don’t you?” You scoffed playfully. Never did you think you were so right on the money.

“Yes.” He practically lunged at you. He cross the space between your bodies so quickly you didn’t have time to register what was going on. Mick’s hands were either side of your face holding you where he wanted you as he roughly smacked his lips to yours. Mick was the possessive type - in private - and incredibly passionate yet this still took your breath away. The way he kissed you so roughly, his tongue dominating yours effortlessly had you vibrating with anticipation. The adrenaline from yelling at his boss only minutes ago was being replaced by a pure pleasurable thrill from his wild side coming out. As he pushed you back against the door to his drivers room you gripped hold of his race suit. The white material rippling in your hands. You loved him in his uniform but you liked him in his fireproofs even more so you wasted little time pulling down the zipper for him. His hands roamed from your cheeks. They trailed languidly down your back before he tore them away to remove his arms from his suit. His lips also removed from yours and it was in that moment you needed verbal confirmation to what you mentally already knew.

“Do you wanna fuck?” You we’re gasping. Mick had stolen all the air in your lungs. “Yeah.” He nodded once, as it it were already obvious to you and you suddenly admired the fire bubbling away inside the man in front of you. He might not have been the type to get angry and frustrated in public but in private he could switch quicker and harder than anyone you had ever met. He might have been angry with how you handled things but evidently his horniness was a far more important matter that needed attention first. And you were more than willing to oblige him.

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sebscore · 1 year

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DRIVER X TGD HEADCANONS | MICK VER.

pairing: mick schumacher x driver!reader

author's note: the first headcanons post is here :) had fun writing this one, cause mick is such a sweetheart.

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:: They met in their early karting days so the two have known each other for a long time.

:: Mick used his mother's last name for karting competitions and because of that Y/N didn't know he was Michael Schumacher’s son for several months.

:: Y/N used to get alienated by her peers a lot, because she was the only girl. Mick was hesitant on being friends with other people, because of who he was.

:: Corina saw the young girl sitting alone at a certain race and urged Mick to talk to her.

:: BAM! instant besties.

:: Many people around them thought they were a couple, but no- just a couple of best friends.

:: Sebastian still has hope they will eventually get together, though (Hanna and Seb's kids are the biggest Mick x Y/N shippers).

:: The older he got, the more introverted Mick became. Meanwhile the older Y/N got, the more extroverted she became.

:: They provide a certain safe space for each other to be themselves without feeling any kind of judgement from the other.

:: Y/N defended Mick each time a journalist or Steiner suggested Mick should be replaced at Haas, saying he wasn't being treated well and deserves a lot better.

:: Mick does the same for her. He's much like Lewis and Sebastian; defending her even when she's obviously in the wrong (which she barely is, btw).

:: They were at Prema Racing together, but in different series.

:: They have matching bracelets that they bought in Austin.

:: She is Angie's unofficial godmother.

:: orange cat x golden retriever duo :)

:: Overall, they're one of the fan favourite friendships on the grid despite mick not being in F1 this year as a driver.

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gothicwidowsworld · 2 years

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Caught M.S

“Hey” Mick mumbled a red blush coating his pale cheeks as he shut the door seconds before the girl descended on him. Checking over him with eagle-like precision. Her hold was tender but thorough, almost like the girl was scared of hurting him. Inspecting the German gently the y/h/c young woman sighed in relief. Y/N wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting, perhaps at least some bruises, the young woman’s heart had been in her mouth, the suffocating lump only growing at the lack of footage. But Mick seemed fine, in fact that’s what he’d been claiming all morning as journalists pounced on the Blond Driver.

“I’m so glad you’re ok” Y/N mumbled self-consciously, burrowing her face into the lightly laughing man’s shoulder. Mick wasn’t the cause of her sudden shyness, the German could never make the y/h/c girl uncomfortable, it was more the fact that she didn’t want to be caught cuddling with the driver. Despite the fact their relationship had been blossoming since last season the pair were yet to inform anybody of their intimate connection. So instead their relationship at least during the race season became a collage of secretive moments in hidden rooms when they could get even a moment of privacy.

Capturing Y/N’s sparkling eyes with his blue orbs Mick couldn’t help but frown, in spite of her warm hold and soft spoken words he could see her anxiety rising again. The previous night had really shaken the young woman. The idea of her watching the painfully familiar Haas spin and violently glide against the barrier was horrific. Guilt ate away at the Driver, the accident obviously wasn’t planned. The crash itself hadn’t been bad, in fact it was a pretty contained crash despite what the debris tried to suggest. But due to their hidden relationship Y/N hadn’t been able to go to the hospital with him, the closest she got to reassurance was the fact the waiting garage had been informed that Mick had been found conscious, in one piece and able to talk to the medical team. “It’s going to take more than that to take me out.” Mick joked stroking the y/h girl’s cheek reassuringly. “Don’t even joke about that Schumacher!” Y/N groaned, managing to poke an accusatory finger in the man’s direction. “Es tut mir leid meine liebe.” Mick replied, his tone was apologetic but accompanied by a dash of sarcasm. Jutting out his bottom lip, the blonde pouted slightly as the y/h/c young woman shot him a faux glare. “Y/N/N I am sorry” the German driver whined pitifully, before dipping down with lighting like movement to capture the girl’s lips in a quick kiss. Mick couldn’t help the dopey smile that found a home on his pale features as he felt the girl’s body relax into his. She tasted like peaches and felt like home. Mick often wondered how he’d gotten Y/N to agree to see him as anything other than someone who worked for Haas. How he’d managed to get the girl to agree to give him a chance at all. Mick almost didn’t feel worthy of the y/h/c girl. She was like a living breathing work of art. Something so expensive and lavish that he could only dream of her and yet here she was.

“Mick, can I come in?” a masculine voice called out knocking loudly on the door causing the young pair to jump. “Quick hide.” Mick whispered, panicking slightly at the thought of being caught. “What?!” Y/N whispered back attempting to signal at the lack of hiding space in the compact room. “Mick?” the voice called again, this time opening the door cautiously.

“You know you should be more careful, I could have been Guenther.” Kevin stated a smirk settling on his tired face. He wanted to tease the pair mercilessly but seeing the bashful faces watching his every move seemed like punishment enough. “Does… does your Father know you’re here?” the Dane asked the girl firmly, Kevin knew the answer but couldn’t help himself, the question slipped out before he could stop it. “Of course not… Mick still has his seat.” Kevin hummed quickly.

Scowling lightly Y/N scoffed “No and you’re not going to tell him either Magnussen!” Pointing a threatening finger at the older man. “Please don’t tell him!” Y/N begged the Danish Driver quietly. “You think I’d do that to you?” The Dane replied hurt, running his wide eyes over the girl he’d grown to love like family over the past couple of years. “I wouldn’t betray you like that. Either of you!” Kevin exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowed. “Thank you.” Mick responded appreciatively, his tense stance starting to relax. The German couldn’t help but feel like he’d been caught by his Mother with his hand in the treat jar. “Don’t thank me just yet… I wasn’t joking that I could have been Guenther. He wants to see you. Check on how you’re doing after yesterday.” Kevin explained gesturing at the door briefly before slipping out chuckling to himself.

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years

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enough | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 1.6k words requested: yes/no warnings: angst, car crash, m*zepin, uncle!seb, angry!mick, angry!mick punching someone, language, making out, it gets pretty suggestive in the end. i think that's it. english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. also, this is not proofread! a/n: another one! so i was watching the schumacher docu on netflix, and during the scene where michael storms into david coulthard's garage i thought about mick doing the same with m*zepin. then i went on tumblr and saw this post, so i took it as a sign to write this. i wrote this in like one hour because i just could not stop.

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your eyes widened as you watched the front wing of mazepin's car puncture the rear right tire of mick's. mick tried to regain control of the car, but eventually, unsurprisingly, it gave up on him, which caused both haas cars to crash into each other, unfortunately, taking out sebastian vettel's car as well.

the immediate sinking feeling whenever mick gets in his racing car takes its familiar spot in your stomach. luckily the crash isn't that bad, as soon as his car hits the tire barrier he lets everyone know he's okay, jumping out of the remnants of his car. without even checking if mazepin's okay, he goes to sebastian and they both make their way to the pit lane.

you've never seen your boyfriend so... furious. you immediately jump up from the couch on his driver's room, where you'd been watching the race, running down the stairs and into the haas garage. one of the many screens was focused on mick and seb, the cameras following them as they parted ways as seb reached his garage. though, the camera stayed on mick as he strutted like a man on a mission.

you knew that the last thing he wanted was to have a camera shoved in his face, but god, you'd never seen anything like this before. he was fuming. he'd taken his helmet off, a frown was settled on his sweaty forehead, his jaw clenched so hard you saw the muscles in his cheek twitching.

he finally reached the team's pit wall, you walked to the entrance to the garage, his gaze fell on you for one second before returning to his boss. they exchanged a few words before they both made their way inside, mick's fingers brushed against yours, taking your hand in his and dragging you in with him.

people started talking at the same time, about how he'd been doing a great job, next time would be better, this is racing, etc. you couldn't help but roll your eyes. even though this was mick's first season, you knew what he was capable of, you'd seen him win in formula 3 and formula 2. yes, he'd had a better car back then, but he was in the second half of the season and most of his crashes or other accidents had been because of his teammate.

"i've had enough," mick said. his voice loud enough for everyone to hear him. it commanded attention, respect, and there was no doubt that he was mad. he squeezed your hand tight, you did the same, telling him you were there for him, you were on his side. "i've never in my entire career met someone as petty and selfish as mazepin. he's the reason i'm here instead of out there, racing. i can't work with him anymore."

there was silence, people looking at each other with concerned looks on their faces. they knew what would be at risk if mick decided to leave the team.

"mick, i'm sure he didn't mean to-" steiner began, raising his hands in front of his chest as if he wanted to calm him down.

"no, you listen to me." he demanded, you squeezed his hand. he turned to look at you, you nodded your head, encouraging him to continue. "i've shut up, so many times. i've let him have the benefit of the doubt but enough is enough. his behavior is childish, unprofessional, unsportsmanlike and outright dangerous. how many times has he ignored team's orders? how many times have i been the one that has to pay for his mistakes, for his recklessness?" everyone remained silent. steiner shifted his weight from one foot to the other, speechless. it was mick's turn to talk, it was long overdue.

"this is a selfish sport, i get it. i've seen it my whole life. but what he is doing is so much worse than that. he's putting my life at risk, i'd understand if we were on different teams, but that is not the case. his priority should be doing what is best for the team, and what you're doing is allowing him to continue behaving like this. i know cash is king, and he bought his way into the sport, and that it isn't something unheard of, but if you're willing to let a kid have more power in your team than you," he ranted, looking directly at steiner, "i don't think this is the right place for me." he finished.

the entire garage was left speechless, mick let out a long, deep breath as you gripped each other's hands so tight you were sure you'd leave marks. meanwhile, inside you, a battle was taking place in your head. you'd been with mick for a few years now, you'd seen him through highs and lows, but this? seeing him stand up for himself and what he believes in was wrecking you. on one side, you were so proud of him for finally letting his voice be heard. on the other, you'd never seen an angry mick, and it was doing things to your body you couldn't control. he wasn't yelling, he wasn't violent, and that made it even worse for your self-control, that he demanded what he wanted in such a calm state.

"what's going on?" you heard behind you, the last person you wanted to see was right there. you clenched your jaw, ready to jump at him. but mick held you close to his side, tightening the hold on your hand.

"not now, go to the motorhome," steiner said, his voice came out shaky. mazepin raised his eyebrows.

"excuse me? you can't tell me what to do." he retorted. you were about to step in when someone interrupted you.

"actually, in case you forgot, i am your boss. meaning, i am in charge here." steiner exclaimed. "so go back there and wait for me in my office. we will discuss your performance today later."

mazepin scoffed, shoving past mick and you. "i'm okay, by the way." he said, raising his eyebrows. you rolled your eyes, huffing in annoyance.

"shut up!" you shouted. all eyes fell on you, you'd always been so quiet, polite to everyone. mick's grip on your hand let you know you'd done well. "shut up, no one cares how you are because you are an insufferable human being who caused the fucking crash." you let out a deep breath, feeling free as you were finally able to say some of the things to wanted to tell him. he shot you a dirty look as he walked to you.

"what the fuck did you just say?" he stopped a few steps in front of you. mick stepping in between you two, but you lifted your hand and pushed him to the side.

"you heard me." you defied. his eyes grew dark.

"listen here, you little bitch-" he couldn't finish his sentence as a fist collided with his face.

mick opened and closed his fist, hissing at the pain in his knuckles. you pouted.

"i wanted to do that!" you said as you checked mick's hand, kissing his knuckles. he chuckled, kissing your head in return.

"next time, my love." he whispered just for you to hear. you looked to the side, watching as mazepin was being escorted out of the garage, he turned his head back around, and you lifted your middle finger, flipping him off for good. mick wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "thank you. all this year you've given me the courage to speak up for myself." he admitted, you shook your head.

"this was all you. you have a fire inside you, you've just kept it as a small spark all this time. it was about time you let it grow into a wild flame." you said. behind him, you saw a familiar green suit leaning against the garage wall. you had no idea seb had been watching.

"just like your father," he stated, making mick to turn his head, sebastian just looked at him with a proud look on his face as he walked in. "i knew i was right when i said you had his temper, now he owes me $50." that made all of you laugh. you were leaning your head on mick's chest, which meant you could hear his heartbeat speed up as he thought of being just like his father. "i'm proud of you, kid. letting everyone know your worth and not letting anyone step on you. most drivers never speak up in fear of getting kicked out, and look at you. a rookie." sebastian patted his shoulder. you looked up at him with a grateful smile on your face.

"mick," steiner approached the three of you. he had a frown on his face, but somehow, he looked relieved. "we will talk tomorrow, just know that if you want to stay with us you are more than welcome." he said, and mick nodded, shaking his hand.

"so, wanna go get a drink?" seb asked and you immediately nodded.

"yes, please. i have all this pent up adrenaline, i need to let it out somehow." you said, taking mick's hand again.

"i'll see you outside in fifteen?" he checked with you both, you nodded in agreement. you parted ways and joined mick in his driver's room so he could change. as soon as you closed the door he grabbed your waist and kissed you hard.

"i can think of a few ways to deal with that adrenaline," he said in between kisses. you hummed, feeling your heartbeat speeding up.

"don't tempt me. do you know how good you look when you're angry?" you kissed his neck as his hands flew to the back of your thighs, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around him. "hottest thing i've ever seen," you pressed your lips together.

"all i need is five minutes," he breathed out as you tangled your fingers on his hair, pulling harshly.

"what are you waiting for, then?"

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stand by me // mick schumacher

summary: the past few seasons have been rough on mick, and sometimes all y/n could do was reassure him that she was there. because sometimes, standing by someone is the best that you can do.

pairing: mick schumacher x female reader

warnings: haas, guenther steiner. mentions of serious crashes. sad mickey, burning of old haas merch, angie makes an appearance

when the night has come, and the moon is the only light we see. i won't cry, no, no, no, i won't shed a tear. just as long as you tell me, say you're gonna stand by me.

it was one thing to watch your boyfriend hit a barrier at two hundred kilometres an hour.

it was a totally different thing for every mechanic in the garage to simply roll their eyes instead of expressing some iota of concern.

“what the fuck is wrong with these people.” y/n huffed, moving to push past the viewing desk, fully intent on fighting guenther in his own garage before louise pulled her back

“it’s not worth it.” the older woman reminded her as she tried to keep a clear head.

micks headset wasn’t working; it was like gary was talking to a wall. nobody knew if mick was okay, and the only reaction she could see from guenther was annoyance. even kevin had come over the comms to ask if mick was okay.

y/n took her headset off, stumbling over to gary as she tried to keep her emotions in check. getting upset wouldn’t be good for anybody, but that crash was bad. the car had essentially split in half, taking mick with it as the session was red flagged.

“gary, is he okay?” she asked shakily, reaching for something to hold on to. “gary, i need to know.”

“i can’t hear him talking, but I can hear movement. i think he’s trying to climb out, which is a good sign.”

she didn’t start breathing again until she knew he was out of the car, knew that her mickey was safe. when they brought him to the medical bay, louise helped her there on shaky legs, and she sat with mick while he called his mom, and then they both cried together.

but from that moment on, they knew his days with haas were numbered.

“gene called me a dead man walking.” his voice sounded so small. he had been transferred to a hospital and taken in for extra observation. his mother was flying in from switzerland, and the fluorescent lights were giving him a headache.

“gene haas better watch his fucking back.” y/n scowled. “what does he know about this goddamn sport? he’s a tax criminal!”

but that day changed things. even though he knew he had y/n in his corner, you could see the clouds in mick schumachers eyes, the little glimpses of his father coming through. he would t talk to her about it, insistent that he could somehow change gene’s mind.

next race weekend, she walked with sad eyes and a heavy heart towards the mercedes motorhome and the one man that she knew would never steer her wrong.

toto wolff had become something almost like a surrogate father for y/n once she had started hanging around the track more. the older man looked out for her when mick couldn’t. toto knew she had never felt at ease in the haas garage, that there was something about the atmosphere in guenther steiners garage that made her uncomfortable.

“hey, toto.” she sighed, sinking into the austrians arms as he opened the office door.

“hey, kiddo. how’s mick doing?”

she frowned, following toto into his office. “he won’t talk about it. he still thinks there’s something he can do, and he shuts me down every time I suggest he start talking another team. I think guenther is stringing him along.”

it hurt that mick was emotionally firewalling her. yes, they still talked, but never about his career. he always shut her down with that sad look of his, or a suggestively placed kiss, attempting to distract her from the topic with the thought of something else.

she was dead worried about him.

“the air is thinner where gunther is from. it’s impairing his ability to think properly.”

she snorted. “toto, I’m worried sick about mick, he needs to talk to someone. you knew his dad. so did bonno. maybe talking to someone who knew micheal will help. I don’t know, but I can’t let this keep going on.”

“I’ll give him a call. you’re doing the best you can, y/n. please don’t beat yourself up over doing or not doing enough. it’s going to take time for mick to feel like himself again.”

“I know. I just wish that there was more I could do.”

later that week, she and mick flew to texas to visit his sister and her boyfriend ian at the family ranch. the moon was high, refracting off the water and illuminating the evergreens. mick and ian sat outside by the fire pit, angie scampering around their feet. gina and y/n were inside the house, stuffing a cardboard bankers box full of old haas merch. it had become glaringly clear to both women that mick wasn't likely to have a seat the following season.

and mick wasn't taking it well. he was still processing it, but there had been times where she felt like the man she loved would cry himself to sleep. she had the suspicion that once she went to sleep, her lover began to cry, so that she would never see him in such pain.

gina and y/n came outside, two cardboard boxes in hand as they met the men by the fire pit. they had beer bottles in hand and sad smiles on their faces as y/n rejoined her boyfriend, sitting on his lap before gently kissing his cheek.

"don't think about it, mickey. you've talked to toto, right? and jost? you aren't completely out of options for next year." y/n frowned, running her thumb over mick's bare arm. "don't give up hope just yet."

mick kissed her softly, resting his cheek against her skin. "why did you put all of my old haas merch in a cardboard box?"

"because we're burning it." she said matter-of-factly, getting to her feet and grabbing a baseball cap from the top of the box. "it'll be cathartic."

she stood in front of the fire pit, listening to the wooden logs crackle and pop as she frisbee-threw the cap into the fire, watching the fabric catch fire. she flipped the bird at the burning object with both fingers, shouting insults at guenther steiner as she watched it burn.

“take that you old austrian bastard. I bet gunethers cock is like, minuscule and that’s why he has to call his boyfriend gene before he makes any decisions.”

mick laughed a little, pulling a polo shirt out of the box.

“I mean come in now, he calls gene more than he calls his wife.” gina added. “who fucking does that? if I was his wife I’d be asking for a divorce right about now.”

mick balled up the shirt in his hands, punting it into the fire as if it was a baseball. the fabric caught fire instantly, swallowed by the orange flames as they spread across the royal blue fabric, leaving blackened ash in its wake.

“you’re right.” mick exhales, putting an arm around his girlfriend . “that felt really good.”

lifting their beer bottles to the sky and turning up the stereo, all summer long by kid rock blasting loud enough that the speakers shook, the family sang along, throwing various haas-related memorabilia into the fire and watching it go up in a cloud of dark grey smoke.

“they made ugly-ass merch anyways.”

“uh, guys, is it supposed to smell this rancid?” ian asked, scrunching up his face at the smell of burning plastic and fabric.

“oh fuck.”

“we didn’t think this through! ian, come help me get some water to put this out with.”

ian and gina ran off to get water, angie barking after them as mick and y/n fanned at the fire, laughing crazily as they used their sweaters as fans, hoping to tamp down some of the blaze.

“hey, babe, I want to tell you something.” mick smiled. “I want you to be the first to know.”

giving up on fanning the fire, as the oxygen was making the situation worse, y/n paused, her wool sweater falling limp in her hands as she looked at her lover.

“toto wants me to sign as a reserve driver next year. he’s already lost nyck to alphatauri and I think stoffel is going to aston martin. if haas drop me, I still have options. I can still come back to the field somehow.”

“oh, mickey, that’s wonderful.” y/n gushed, throwing her sweater down on a deck chair before moving over to mick and wrapping her arms around him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” mick reminded her, kissing her softly, cradling her body in his arms as they swayed back and forth to ‘hero’ by enrique iglesias, the song playing softly in the background as they kissed in the stinky firelight.

angie padded towards the couple, nuzzling into y/n’s leg as they stared lovingly into each others eyes.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, mickey.”

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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a thousand miles // mick schumacher

summary: searching for life after f1, the race of champions may just have the answer mick needs, in the form of a shy former w series driver who is just as lost as he is

pairing: mick schumacher x female driver!reader

warnings: mentions of guenther steiner/haas, karaoke, matchmaker val returns! corinna the icon is also trying to get her son to go on a date, one small joke about crashing a rally car.

author's note: @magnummagnussen told me this was a terrible idea. i beg to differ : )

the swedish sunlight bounced off the snowdrifts outside of the ski lodge, illuminating the inside of the dining hall where the drivers milled about and socialized, bright smiles on their faces.

mick saw her first.

he was locked in conversation with seb, his eyes catching her just out of the corner of his line of sight, hair braided messily over one shoulder, wearing skinny jeans and a hoodie for a band he's never heard of, a pom pom hat with the race of champions logo on it as she nervously clutched a breakfast tray and tried to figure out where to sit.

normally, she would have sat with jamie chadwick, but the brit had decided to go for an early run, and had left the other former w series driver alone.

it was valtteri who noticed the young german driver's wandering eyes first. with a smile and a sip of his espresso, he waved the young woman over, enjoying the look of panic on mick's face.

"valtteri!" mick hissed. "why would you do that!?"

"because you've been miserable since abu dhabi and you need to let loose a little bit."

mick couldn't exactly protest. since learning that he had been dropped from the haas formula one team just hours before the qualifying session for the last race of the season was due to start, there had been a hole in his heart, something that he couldn't patch up.

but he knew that a short lived roc fling was the last thing that would help him out.

"hi." she said sofltly her voice like music to mick's ears. "can i sit with you guys? jamie kind of left me high and dry this morning."

sebastian smiled, ever the gentleman as he motioned towards the free seat next to him.

the free seat that also happened to be next to a certain young schumacher.

"i'm y/n y/l/n, i used to drive in the w series for quantfury. i'm felipe's teammate for all star team this weekend." she introduced herself as she picked at the paper wrapper on her double chocolate muffin, an untouched mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream on the other end of the tray.

"mick schumacher, fellow racing reject." mick joked nervously, reaching out to shake the young woman's hand. "formerly of the haas formula one team and the ferrari driver's academy. now proudly driving reserve for mercedes."

"i'm technically a part of the alpine young driver's programme, but it's not like they've done any work at getting me closer to driving an f1 car. not that i blame them, all of otmar and laurent's efforts were on the piastri thing this season."

"technicalities only matter in this sport when the fia get what they want." seb hummed. "i'm-"

"sebastian vettel, racing legend!" y/n gushed. "i'm like, a huge fan. i grew up watching you on the telly, i had a poster of you at red bull hanging up in my room. this is so fucking surreal, dude. heck, i walked past mika hakkinen earlier and thought i was going to cry."

the rest of the table laughed. "mick was like that when he was here last year." seb said fondly. "i think everybody is like that when they come here for the first time."

"mika fucking hakkinen, man."

seb and val shared a look before looking back over at mick.

they knew.

the boy was smitten already.

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the press conference took place at exactly noon, and as was typical of the roc, most of the scheduled drivers were late.

it's not that y/n was late on purpose. but she was horrifically lost inside the chalet and had been turned around four or five different time trying to find her way to the conference room, overheating in her race suit in the warm chalet.

the directions were loaded on her phone, but she still felt like it was a lost cause as she rolled up the sleeves of deep blue nomex material, leaning her head against the wall to take a few deep breaths.

everything was fine. everything was okay. she was safe.

she heard voices coming from her left, and her heart skipped a beat.

the press conference. she had found it.

she rushed inside, trying to duck out of view of the cameras as she scurried to the table at the front of the room. catching her eye from the distance, mick waved at her, a small smile on her face that was enough to put a matching smile on her own as she took a seat in between the german and her teammate, felipe drugovich.

"where have you been?" felipe asked quietly.

she shook her head, unwilling to admit that she had gotten lost. "don't worry about it."

"so nice of you to join us, miss y/l/n." one of the reporters said, the young driver snapping to attention and reaching for the desktop microphone, fumbling with it and trying not to knock it over. "with the w series seemingly ended permanently, what's next for you after this weekend?"

"i'm still trying to make my 2023 plans." she said softly, the microphone barely catching her soft voice. she had always hated media commitments. "obviously an f3 place is out of the question right now, and it's pretty obvious that i'm too old for all that now, so i've been looking into these one-off racing opportunities and tests so that i can find out what i want to do in 2024."

she felt her throat get tighter, the sweat forming on the back of her neck as she nervously reached one black polished fingernail to brush an errant strand of hair from her bun to the space behind her ear.

"hey." mick said softly, nudging her in the side. "you're doing great."

she took a deep breath before flashing mick a smile as she continued talking.

"i've got a few races lined up with the nascar xfinity series down in the united states, and i'm really looking forward to it. racing in america has a completely different vibe to it, you know?"

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the next time mick saw y/n, he was with his mother, testing out the rally car during the free practice session.

she was impossible to miss, her screams of delight carrying over the wind and followed up by laughter as the car caught air going over a hill.

it was enough to make the boy freeze behind the wheel, corinna giving him a knowing look.

"what's her name, mickie?" corinna said with a smile, pulling out her phone, no doubt to see who her son was so infatuated with.

"y/n y/l/n." mick said softly. "but i dont know her that well, mom."

"oh, she's pretty!" corinna beamed, pulling up the driver's instagram profile. "look, she's a perfect fit for you, she's quiet and she's shy and she doesn't go to parties!"

"mom, i swear to god i will crash this car and make you walk back to the chalet yourself!"

mick rolled his eyes, turning his head back to the windshield as he took a sharp corner around the track. it's not that he hadn't thought about y/n since the presser. he thought she was sweet, and he would deny it if asked, but he looked forward to seeing her and knew that when life went back to normal after roc, that he would miss her.

"you don't have anything to lose, mick. what's the harm in even just going for a coffee with her or something? i'm not telling you to marry the girl, but at least give romance a chance."

the german would think about his mother's words all day: through his time in the sauna, to the ice bath and then again at dinner. the thoughts would eventually keep him awake at night, unable to fall asleep while wrapped in the hotels luxury down bedding.

he found himself wandering the chalet at odd hours of the night, lost in his own thoughts as he meandered towards the coffee machine in the lobby. if he was going to stay awake, he might as well stay warm as well.

the chalet doors slid open, and mick's breath caught in his throat as he watched her stride into the lobby, wearing a different beanie hat but the same one ok rock hoodie she had been wearing when he eyed her for the first time, a puffy tan jacket pulled over the entire ensemble and a plastic bag for a swedish supermarket hanging from her arm.

"mick!" she shouted, face bright as she crossed the lobby. "couldn't sleep?"

the boy shrugged, trying to play it cool even though his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing and was she always this pretty? was that mole on her upper lip always there?

"come on, let me introduce you to my favorite pre-race ritual." she beamed, pulling a bag of edible pilsbury cookie dough from the bag, along with two metal spoons clearly stolen from the breakfast buffet.

mick couldn't help but laugh. "how has your performance coach not killed you yet?"

"what she doesn't know won't kill her. who is she to rob me of life's greatest pleasures?"

pinching himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, mick followed the driver back to her hotel room. her energy was magnetic, and mick couldn't help but be drawn in.

they settled on the plush bed, shrouded in blankets as she overturned the shopping bag, allowing it's contents to fall to the blanket.

"so, this is what i watch when it's been a long day, or if i don't have the mental energy to focus on anything else." she said with a cheeky smile as she popped open her laptop. "when i was in the w series, it was juju noda who got me hooked on the really cheesy j-dramas. i already watched the darker asian dramas, like the psychological thrillers and everything, but it was juju who got me hooked on the romance ones when we watched coffee and vanilla."

she clicked onto disney plus, waiting for it to lead as she opened the canister of cookie dough in her hand. after the screen loaded, she navigated her cursor over to an orange thumbnail.

"this is yakuza lover: romance and bullets. and yes, it's as mind-numbing as it sounds."

they watched a few episodes, exchanging bites of cookie dough and popping open bottles of flavored sparkling water as the characters on the screen kept digging themselves into holes they couldn't get out of.

"do they not take one look at the dialogue and go 'what the fuck is going on here'?" mick asked quizzically, staring at the fictional yakuza boss on the screen. "like, seriously? and she finds that even remotely attractive?"

"it reads like a bad wattpad novel, and that's enough for me when i don't want to think about anything." y/n laughed, shoveling another spoonful of cookie dough into her mouth. "either that or i watch a concert film or something. i live for live music. hate parties, but i'll go to a good concert any day. that's why i liked racing, you know? not for the fame or the money, but for the travel, the means to an end."

her eyes went wide, and mick was captivated, hanging on to her every word.

"have you heard of one ok rock? probably not, since you didn't mention it when you saw my sweater earlier, but they have this one really good concert film from when they played yokohama stadium, it's called mighty long fall. i saw them live in 2018 on the 'ambitions' tour, so that's a good film as well if you can find it, but mighty long fall is one of my favourite live concerts like ever."

mick was struggling to follow everything, as she seemed to have talked without even breathing, her fingers flying across they keyboard as she searched for 'mighty long fall' on youtube.

he was well and truly smitten with her as she loaded the concert, seemingly skipping to a particularly important part.

"this has to be one of my favoruite songs they've ever done, and it's not even theirs."

mick would have recognized the piano arrangement anywhere. anybody born before two thousand and five would have. the japanese band on the screen was playing an acoustic rendition of 'a thousand miles' by vanessa carlton.

"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and i'm homebound."

she was singing off key, but that seemed to be the point as she threw her head back and forth, her hair flying everywhere as she beamed, singing into the metal spoon as if it was a karaoke microphone.

"come on, schumacher. i know you know the words!" she laughed, mick laughing along with her as his face turned pink. "sing it with me!"

and when she looked at him like that, what else was he supposed to do?

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and just as quickly as it began, the race of champions weekend was officially over.

gathered in the warm den of the chalet, the drivers milled about and chatted among themselves, jazz music playing in the background as a warm fire crackled in the hearth.

y/n and felipe had placed second in the nations cup as the all-star team, and she seemed to glow from the happiness of the somewhat victory as she stood off to the side with both her teammate and jamie chadwick.

mick couldn't help himself, staring at her with a lovestruck gaze from the other side of the room, where he stood with sebastian and valtteri. mick and y/n had grown infinitely closer over the course of the weekend, but mick hadn't had the courage to ask for her phone number, or to properly take her out on a date.

and soon, he'd lose those chances for good.

"the way i see it, you don't have anything to lose." seb suggested, clapping the younger man on the shoulder. "the worst that could happen is that you made a new friend, who doesn't want to be more than that."

"why not just accept things as they are?" mick whined. "the weekend is almost over anyways!"

"it's never too late for a romantic gesture." valtteri suggested, nodding his head towards where a karaoke machine had been set up by team norway earlier in the night.

and that's when mick knew what he needed to do. with seb and val's help, he managed to get everything rigged, set up and ready to go.

when the music started playing, she knew that it was meant for her, all conversation stopping at that piano arrangement as she stopped to look at the german, hands nervously gripping the microphone as he began to sing.

"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and i'm homebound."

jamie broke out into a grin, turning to look the the other female driver. "there's no other person this could possibly be meant for. how did he know you're emotionally attached to this song?"

despite herself, y/n found that she was also starting to sing quietly under her breath.

"staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way through the crowd."

felipe nudged her in the side. "go on. you're not going to get another chance."

trying to stop the uncontrollable blush on her face, she kept her eyes cast down as she made her way to where mick was standing. sebastian gave the duo a knowing look as mick wordlessly passed y/n the microphone, shy smiles on both of their faces.

"if i could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by? 'cause you know i'd walk a thousand miles if i could just see you tonight."

neither of them realized how close to each other they had gotten, barely a foot of space between their bodies, faces blushing bright pink as the lyrics faded out to the instrumental.

"mick-" she said softly.

"you don't have to say anything. not right now, not right here. just kiss me."

and that's exactly what she did, the room erupting into cheers as mick's soft lips met hers. she dropped the microphone, feedback echoing around the room as mick held her, both parties smiling into the kiss before mika hakkinen came running over the grab the fallen mic.

"will you go on a date with me?" mick asked, lips swollen and shyness in his tone. "like, a real one this time?"

"yes, mick." she giggled. "of course i will."

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fairytale of new york // mick schumacher

summary: it's her first christmas alone, and he's wandering around new york in the middle of an existential crisis about his future. it was simply meant to be

pairing: mick schumacher x female reader

you were handsome, you were pretty, queen of new york city. happy christmas your arse, i pray god it's our last. and the boys in the nypd choir still singing 'galway bay', and the bells are ringing out, for christmas day (..) i could have been someone, well so could anyone

warnings: angst: mentions of mick losing the haas seat, guenther steiner mention, anxiety and loneliness, metions of hospitals and thyroid problems. cheesiness, a romance book-worthy meet cute, sexual tension, body image/insecurity, implied smut.

author's note: fuck guenther steiner. netflix created a monster as soon as they made him a series regular. and fuck gene haas, i hope he goes back to federal prison for tax evasion. mick really gave his all this season and got nothing in return.

new york city, new york. december 22nd, 2022

they've got cars as big as bars, they've got rivers of gold, where the wind blows right through you, no place for the old

she still wasn't used to the sounds of the city.

new york city raged around her as she walked down the sidewalk, her adidas tennis shoes squelching in the muddy slush.

there was no destination in mind, she just knew that she couldn't stay in her residence alone. her roommates had gone home for the holidays. her own parents had decided to embrace their newfound freedom and flew to puerto rico, leaving y/n to navigate the holidays on her own.

she was a small town girl at heart, raised on a vineyard in niagara falls. new york city had been a big change for her, but she was halfway through her semester and she wasn't sure if moving had been the right call for her.

she was still thinking when she felt the impact, a hard body running right into hers. the impact forced her off the sidewalk, and she fell in between two parked cars. melted slush soaked through her jeans and stained her puffer jacket, her glasses knocked from her face with the impact.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" she shouted, inspecting her glasses for cracks or scratches. "if there's anything wrong with my glasses, you're buying me new ones, asshole!"

"are you alright?" the person said hurriedly, kneeling down the help her to her feet. "i'm so sorry!"

he had a soft face, one that reminded her of an owl. his bright blue eyes were panicked, and his voice had a touch of an accent that she couldn't quite place.

she got to her feet, with some help from the handsome stranger, her feet sliding through the damp street shoulder.

"it's no big deal." she was breathing heavily, her anger dissipating the longer she looked at his soft face. "i should have been paying more attention."

"no, no. it's my fault. can i buy you a drink?"

"can i get your name first?"

"mick." he said softly, extending his gloved hand for a handshake.

"y/n. now, about that drink."

when you first took my hand on that cold winter's eve, and you told me that broadway was waiting for me

twenty minutes later, they were sitting in an old-timey british pub, with john lennon on the speakers and a basket of onion rings in between the two of them as they nursed hot drinks.

"i'm sorry about your jeans, by the way." mick said apologetically, swiping the whipped cream from the top of his hot chocolate onto his pointer finger before licking the cream off his skin.

the action sent shivers down y/n's spine as she shrugged to hide the involuntary action. "it's no big deal. they'll dry."

"still, i feel bad."

"well, don't." she smiled. "what brings you to new york? you're not from around here, are you?"

"but you're not either. not a hint of new yorker in your tone."

"touche. i'm canadian. i was raised in wine country, just over the border in old niagara on the lake."

"switzerland. genolier, but not too many people know where that is." mick laughed lowly before shoving an onion ring in his mouth. "new york was a pretty last minute decision, actually. didn't want to go home, didn't want to go to the ranch." i needed to be some place where people didn't know who i was. he didn't say it out loud, but he yearned to. "i lost my job in november. i'm not sure where to go from here, to be honest."

"i'm sorry to hear that." she frowned, taking a sip of her own hot chocolate, flinching as she felt it scald her tongue. "and around christmas as well. christ, your boss was a heartless bastard. this is my first christmas without my family around. my grandparents are in europe, enjoying retirement and all that bullshit. they've been retired for fifteen years, they just seem to not like staying in canada very long. and my parents are in puerto rico on a beach somewhere."

"so why aren't you with them?"

"i moved out when i went back to college. i took a gap year right after high school, and then it was two years digitally during covid, and my parents told me that i needed to" she paused, getting her fingers ready to make air quotes. "spread my wings." she ran her fingers through her hair, resisting the urge to mess with her hoop earrings. "it's lonely. making friends in university isn't as easy as they claim."

"tell me about it." mick laughed. "you can't make people like you. like my boss."

"does he live around here? we can key his car." y/n suggested halfheartedly, stealing another onion ring from the basket.

mick laughed. the first genuine laugh in weeks. the first genuine laugh since abu dhabi. "well, guenther lives in austria, so that might be a little difficult."

"austria? jesus." she laughed. "hey, this might sound strange, but has anybody ever told you that you look like micheal schumacher?"

mick's cheeks flushed pink as he thought about a response. "he's my dad." the german said simply, showing y/n a picture on his phone. "all i ever wanted was to make him proud, you know. do you watch racing?"

y/n smiled fondly, looking down at the iphone. "my grandfather did. i remember the schumacher era well, his big mercedes comeback. i haven't watched f1 in years, actually. granddad spent some time in the hospital for thyroid problems, and i'd sit with him for hours on end watching races with him while he was in for treatments."

"would you beleive me if i told you that i was a driver?" saying it stung. he still couldn't get used to the fact that he wasn't going to get to drive any more, even if he did sign the reserve contract with mercedes.

y/n raised an eyebrow. "i'd have to see it to believe it, schumacher."

mick laughed, pressing a few more buttons on his phone, pulling up a picture from abu dhabi, his last race ever. it was him and seb, with lance in the corner of the frame and esteban behind them both.

he was going to miss everybody so much.

"is that sebastian vettel?" y/n's eyes widened as she looked at the phone again. "the sebastian vettel? he's still around?"

"he just retired, actually. he had a great run, didn't he."

"he did."

"you said you were in university? what are you studying?" mick asked, shifting the focus of the conversation to the young woman across from him.

"english literature, with a focus on the mystery-thriller genre." she said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. she was a nerd through and through, occasionally embrassed to admit her degree ut loud.

english lit was the fallback option for people who didn't know what they wanted to do with their lives, and the fact that she took a gap year first would tell everybody everything they needed to know about her.

except she was starting to get an idea of what she wanted. she just wanted to be around books, be it in a publishing agency or a librarian.

"so you're like, really smart." mick gushed

she brushed her hair behind her ear, hoping that mick would assume the red in her face was from the american winter raging on outside. "i don't know if those are the words that i would use, to be honest. i'm in like, the middle half of my class. incredibly fucking average. i've just always known that i wanted to spend my life around books.

conversation had reached a comfortable lull, with the duo sneaking the other longing glances as they munched on the onion rings and drank their hot chocolates.

mick thought she was stunning: with her shoulder length hair that shone in the lights from the bar, the cat's eye glasses that framed her eyes so nicely, the small golden nose ring that glittered against her skin. but more so than that, he enjoyed her company. her soothing voice, her beautiful laugh. her aspirations and eccentricities.

y/n was entranced by mick schumacher. his passion, his vibrance, his sunshine attitude that could light up an entire room without even trying. was it too soon to say that she had fallen for his soft features, his bright blue eyes and his beautiful hair?

sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing, we kissed on a corner, then danced through the night

the song on the stereo changed, a group of drunk nyu frat boys in the corner who had been celebrating the end of exam season throwing their arms around each other and belting out the words.

y/n laughed at the group, before she started singing along herself. "and then we sang a song, a rare old mountain dew. i turned my face away, and dreamed about you."

"you have a great voice." mick said shyly, not wanting to embarass y/n.

"no i don't." she laughed, fighting the urge to hide her face behind her hands. "i just really like this song. it's my favorite holiday song. 'fairytale of new york'. it's not my favourite version, though. i like the creeper version better than the original. not the most popular opinion."

mick raised his eyebrows. "it's a little depressing."

"it's beautiful. melancholic, almost." mick didn't miss the sparkle in her eyes as she started talking about music. "i went through a phase in high school, I was really into the punk bands of the seventies and eighties, like i was a complete nerd about it. i could recite any fact about the sex pistols or the clash in seconds. sorry, i'm rambling."

"no, no. keep going. i think its cute." he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, a dusting of pink coating his pale cheeks.

why did you say that, schumacher? you're not as smooth as you think you are. what would sebastian say?

"do you want to dance?" he offered up instead, getting up from his side of the table and extending a hand for y/n to hold on to.

y/n looked at him, slightly confused but taking his hand anyways, an electric shock coursing through her veins at the closeness. "you know how to dance?"

"my mother raised me properly." mick laughed as he pulled her closer, leading her in a clumsy ballroom waltz and trying to keep himself together, overwhelmed by her vanilla scented perfume, her closeness to her body. "just follow my lead."

they matched their footsteps, circling around the carpeted floor and the frat boys in the corner, the couples sharing drinks after work, the group watching the premier league on the tv above the bar. the world narrowed down to just the two of them, fingers laced together and arms around backs to hold the other close while y/n sang along under her breath.

they stopped dancing as the song faded out, foreheads pressed together as they stood between empty tables.

"can i kiss you?" mick asked softly, scared that if he was any louder, his voice would betray him.

"yes." she answered equally as quiet, wanting to keep the moment a secret between the two of them.

their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, mick's lips warm and soft against her own. she pulled away, a bright smile on her face as she rested her forehead against his.

"i don't usually kiss strange men in bars, you know."

mick laughed, both his hands resting comfortingly on her waist. "and i dont kiss strange women in bars, but i'm really happy to make you the exception."

"i'm glad. now, can you kiss me again? if we're going to break these rules, i think we should go all out."

and then mick kissed her, with twice as much feeling this time, each kiss punctuated with giggles and bright smiles.

you were handsome, you were pretty, queen of new york city

their giggles echoed off the hallways of the residency building. the apartment had been shoddily built for the sole purpose of housing students away from the university campus: three floors with paper thin walls and metal doors with electronic locks, pre-fabricated and cookie cutter pre-furnished three-bedroom apartments behind every electronic combination lock.

the hallways were hung with dollar-store tinsel, whiteboards with festive doodles proclaiming who lived where, the sound of christmas carols wafting up from the lobby and through the thin drywall.

she held mick's hand in hers, and the driver longed to touch every inch of her body as they ran down the hallway, the pom-pom on the tip of her winter beanie hat bouncing up and down as she ran, flared jeans swirling around her legs as she stopped in front of a door with a handmade wreath hanging off the front door, covering up the names on the whiteboard.

"all of my roommates went home for the holidays. it's just me here, we aren't in anyone's way." she said softly, pushing the door open.

a large christmas tree stood in the small living room, covered in mismatched garlands, homemade ornaments blinking rainbow lights and a picture of ryan reynolds perched at the top where the star should have been.

the sight brought a smile to mick's face. It was a glimpse into the life of a girl he could see himself falling in love with.

a girl that could help him find out who he was outside of the sport he had given so much of his life to.

"i'm just in here." she said softly, opening a door with a poster of guns n roses on the front, a small hangar reading "y/n's room" in calligraphy hanging off the doorknob. "sorry, it's a little bit of a mess."

"that's okay." mick beamed, taking everything in. everything in the youngest schumacher's life had been cookie cutter, neat and organized as a pin. he was ready to embrace a bit of disorder once in a while. "i actually like it. feels cozy."

every available surface of her room was covered in books: overflowing bookshelves next to the desk, another makeshift shelf constructed at the end of the bed that was filled with overflow, a few mismatched photo storage boxes on the bottom shelf. the walls were a collage of all the things that made y/n who she was: art cars with paintings from van gogh and monet, polaroid pictures of her and her small circle of friends from home, postcards of all the places she wanted to see. strings of fake flowers, their plastic petals bright against the cream colored paint.

y/n smiled as she flicked on the warm-colored fairy lights hanging above her bed, lighting a small scented candle that was on the side table before she took off her jacket and beanie, ruffling her hair in a way that allowed mick to see something that he hadn't originally noticed in the dim lighting of the pub: the magenta streaks running through the undersides of her hair.

"what?" she asked, a smile on her face when she caught him looking.

"i just noticed the streaks in your hair. i think it looks really good. you're beautiful, you know that?"

she shook her head, kicking off her shoes before crossing to where mick was, looping her arms around his neck. "unfortunately, that's not something i've heard from too many people."

"i don't understand why." he said, gently kissing the top of her forehead as he rubbed his thumbs up and down her torso, over her knit sweater like the gentleman that he was. "and if you'll let me, i want to show you just how beautiful you are, even if i only have you for one night."

she slipped her glasses off her face, folding the arms in and resting them on top of her romance book before turning back to mick and kissing him softly, cradling his face in her hands.

she never wanted to let him go.

she shivered under his touch as he undid the buttons on her cardigan, stripping her top half down to her lacy black camisole before he gently pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pressing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. her fingernails left scratch marks across his abs as she slipped her hands underneath his sweater, bunching the fabric up as she tried to strip the german of all the clothing covering his upper half.

as he kissed down her neck, mick could feel himself getting hard, fully at the mercy of her labored breathing, the low moans and whines she let out as he nipped at her skin and dug his fingers into her jean-clad thigh, wrapping her leg around his body before he grinded into her, trying to find any kind of relief that he could.

his hands tugged at the cotton camisole with enough fervor that he was sacred it might rip as he scrambled to push it up, pressing kisses to y/n's stomach before she sat up, gently pushing him away.

y/n didn't know why she did it. why she let the sudden wave of insecurity and anxiety keep her from getting something that she finally wanted. thoughts about the stretch marks and acne scars marring her breasts, her not-so-flat stomach that mick was sure to notice soon enough. the little inner demons that would be the death of her.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" mick's voice was gentle and soft as he brushed a lock of magenta hair from her face. "is it too much? too fast? please, let me know how you're feeling." he was gentl as ever, bringing y/n's hands to his lips so he could place a kiss on her knuckles.

she sucked in a deep breath, taking things into her own hands, making the conscious decision to overcome her demons as she pulled the camisole over her head, reaching behind her to undo the cotton tommy hilfiger bra, putting every vulnerable part of herself on display, hoping that mick would see past it, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands, to shrink back into the person she used to be.

mick kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, her nose, and her lips, her head cradled in his hands. "you're the most beautiful woman that i have ever seen, and i wish you could see that in yourself the way that i do."

"tonight, you've helped me find that part of myself, made me feel things that i never thought were possible for me. and if we only have one night, i want to make the most of it." she said confidently, unsure of where that confidence had come from but knowing it was from the part of herself she had been trying to find for so long. "kiss me, schumacher."

the boys in the nypd choir still singing galway bay, and the bells are ringing out, for christmas day.

they didn't leave the bed that night unless they absolutely had to, one of her grandmother's heavy knit blankets draped overtop the duvet as they lay together in a tangle of limbs. the air was punctuated with bright giggles as they kissed, big smiles on their faces.

neither of them wanted to let the other go. they knew what this was: a one night stand, nothing more.

but maybe it didn't have to be that way.

"mick?" she said softly, moving to sit up, the oversized def leppard shirt hanging off her frame, making her look smaller than ever. "where do we go from here? i know that we went into this thinking it would be a one time thing, that you would go back to switzerland, and i'd stay here. but i don't know if i want that any more."

mick sat up, still shirtless and with a thoughtful look in his eyes. a shiver ran through his body from the cold, and y/n instantly reached for the blanket, wrapping the corners around his torso.

"that's not what i want either, pretty girl. what i've felt tonight is nothing that i've ever felt with another girl."

she shifted in place, resisting the urge to reach for the driver. "so what now?"

"i've got no plans. no sport to go back to. i could stay in new york while i try and figure my future out." mick took her warm hand in his cold one. "i want to make this work, y/n. i want to get to know you, to wake up next to you every day. and if i ever get back to racing, i want you to be in the garage at my side."

"okay." y/n said, trying not to cry (the good kind of tears, of course!) "okay. let's do this. tomorrow i'll show you all my favourite places in new york?"

mick laughed. "sounds like a really good plan."

and then he kissed her again, wide smiles on both of their faces.

and even more important than that, they had hope for the future.

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