#ms47 haas

[alocon]

My Person - Mick Schumacher

written by alocon

Summary: You're an aggressive driver... except when it comes to him

Before you read: Couple of curse words x

fc: N/A

[The Masterlist]

MS47 X Fem!Reader

Mad Max had seen nothing on you when you got crashed into in a race. The media, especially Drive to Survive, had always portrayed you as some evil, harsh, aggressive woman when you were nothing but a sweet, loving soul behind the camera, behind the racing where people actually know you. Sure, you weren't too big on making friends or pursuing friendships with people you didn't trust. You were friends with all the drivers, though. Even if you weren't best friends with them all, you were still relatively close with them all. That didn't stop the media from treating you as though you were the human equivalent of a pile of garbage. Typical. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened? Is he okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But… Max last year.”

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

“I don't get it, why?”

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

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

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

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

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

-Word Count: 2,083-

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

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[httpsleclerc]

out of the woods

pairing/s: Mick Schumacher x Vettel!Reader, Hanna Vettel (?) x Daughter!Reader, Sebastian Vettel x Daughter!Reader

summary: Romeo and Juliet without the violence and hate but with race car drivers? yeah that seems about right.

cw: nothing much other than a couple suggestive scenes, vettel!reader is a chronic overthinker if you were to squint, not proofread!

w/c: 2.9k words

You weren't quite sure when you had fallen in love with your best friend, but you were sure you could pinpoint it somewhere around the time that him and his sister had tagged along on your family's summer vacation, your father telling you that there, under no circumstances, was there to be any funny business with Mick. Hanna was quick to remind Sebastian that they were 16 once too, and you were the proof of that - It wasn't that your dad regretted having you, no, not at all, it was just that she  wished that herself and Sebastian had waited a little bit longer before having children, hence the large age gap between you and your two younger sisters. But you were sure that sometime during your sixteenth summer, you had fallen in love with Mick Schumacher - You had fallen in love with the way that his hand always rested on the small on your back, the way that he leaned over you to reach for something and how he always laughed at you innocently about how small you were in comparison to him.

That night you hoped and prayed to some higher being that it wasn't true that you were indeed falling head over heels in love with your childhood best friend. How were you supposed to admit your feelings for him? What if he didn't feel the same way as you did? You would be throwing away 9 years of friendship all over a silly teenage crush - And it wasn't as if this was just some boy you were friends with at school, this was one of your dad's friends sons, he was your best friend and you were head over fucking heels in love with him.

Hanna knew that something had been bothering you, however - Of course she would, you thought to yourself, she was your best friend (after Mick, of course). The fact that Sebastian and Hanna had you when they were so young meant that you had grown up being extremely close to your mother and father, and it now meant that you struggled to hide anything from either of them, but more specifically your mom, she knew you both inside and out so hiding anything from her was impossible.

"Can I come in?" You heard from the other side of the door, you were lucky that you were able to have your own room at this point, but your two younger sisters shared a room, while Mick and his sister shared a bedroom, meaning that everyone was at least satisfied with where they were sleeping. You thought you would have fallen asleep easily, having lit a candle and having the rain battering against your window - some summer vacation this was turning out to be, you thought to yourself. For some reason however, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. Although you blamed it on the fact your body clock was probably entirely messed up from travelling around so much, deep down you knew it was because your mind was racing with thoughts of your best friend. Thoughts of how he had gotten so much taller over the summer, thoughts of how his hand sometimes would rest sometimes too long on the small of your back, thoughts of - hold on, your mom was outside.

"Yeah, come in," You called back to your mom, turning your phone off and putting it on the bedside stand to charge, shaking yourself of all thoughts of your best friend who you were separated by only a wall. Hanna opened the door to your room and made her way over to your bed, silently motioning for you to budge over so she could sit beside you. "Am I in trouble or something? Because those beers of dads going missing had absolutely nothing to do with me, mama." You were so so confident in thinking that was what your mom wanted that you had just inadvertently snitched on yourself.

"...No, but we'll talk about that later," Hanna laughed as she watched the realisation dawn on your face at the fact you had snitched on yourself. "No, I just wanted to talk to you, your dad just put Emilie and Mathilda down so I thought I'd come see if you were still awake." You smiled as you leaned your head on your moms shoulder, it was rare that you had any moment at all with your family since you had moved up into formula 3 after winning the formula 4 championship last season - Sebastian and Hanna liked to joke that you were driving a kart before you could walk and talk.

"Well, I am," You confirmed to her, just in case she hadn't noticed, and as much as you were tired and need the sleep, you wouldn't miss sitting up and having a girly chat with your mom for anything in the world. "I don't know how you keep up with Emmy and Tilly as well as dad, that like...3 toddlers." The two of you laughed at your joke as you rested your back against the headboard of the bed you sat on. You missed your mom more than anyone when you were gone, more than Mick, but that wasn't the point - No one quite understood you like your mother did.

"So...I saw the way you were looking at Mick earlier," You blushed as your mom nudged your sides, Hanna giggling at the way you became all sheepish and blush - she knew you were in deep for the young Schumacher. "Aww, you have a little crush on him!"

"No! No I do not!" You defended yourself poorly, you knew it was a poor attempt since your mom burst out laughing at you for it. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do, but I can't do anything about it because if I do he might not feel the same way about me and then I just make things weird and we stop being friends and then-"

"Please take a breath, honey," Hanna cut your rambling off, fearing that if you kept going that you would run out of breath and pass out. "If he doesn't like you back, then he's an idiot, okay? You're funny, and you're beautiful - He'd need to be an idiot to not love you," Your mom assured you, holding your head as you leaned on her shoulder. "I just can't believe that you might have your first boyfriend," She smiled almost sadly. "I wish you had stayed as my tiny baby girl forever but I guess you had to grow up at some point, and now you're this talented double of your dad who I feel like I know less and less everyday but I somehow still know everything about." You sighed as you laid down beside your mom, shifting down so you could lay your head in her lap which was covered by the duvet which you both lay under.

Everyone assumed that since you followed in his footsteps that you were a daddy's girl, but you were your mama's girl through and through, and you could almost feel any stress or tension exit your body as soon as she started threading her fingers through your hair. 

"What do I do, mama?" You asked Hanna, remaining in the same position as thoughts of Mick's varying reactions ran through your head - would he admit that he felt the same as you did all along? Would he be mad at you for ruining your friendship? Would he laugh at you and call you an idiot for thinking that anyone as handsome as he was could ever, ever love you? Hanna let out a heavy sigh as she continued to run her fingers through your hair.

"I think you should tell him, baby, you know that your dad will definitely have some...stern words with him if he makes you upset." In some way, you thought you would be able to blame your mom, since it was her that had gotten you and Mick introduced in the first place.

Sometime in 2006

You wandered around the F1 paddock, your tiny heart almost beating out of your chest as you called out for your mother, only to be met with the roaring of the engines of the cars which surrounded you seemingly at all times. You held tightly onto your beloved blanket, white and adorned with a print of small bees all over the fluffy piece of fabric which smelled like your mother, hence the reason you clung to it so tightly.

"Mama?!" You called out for her, your voice breaking as you came to the overwhelming conclusion that you were lost forever and would never see your parents again - Hanna did say that you got your dramatics from Sebastian. You sat down as you became so overwhelmed with emotion, breaking down into tears as you clutched your blanket in your small hands and continuing to cry your little eyes out. 

You were sobbing so hard, you barely registered the man in a bright red suit crouch down in front of you, gently reaching out for you so's not to frighten or disturb you since you already appeared to be significantly stressed out.

"Hey," The man gently shushed you as you tentatively took the hand he held out for you, he made that sure you didn't drop your beloved blankie - judging by the grip you held onto the fabric with, it clearly meant a lot to you. "It's okay, just take a big deep breath," He tried his best to soothe you, but it seemingly worked as your sobs died down to mere sniffles. "There you go, you're okay, yeah?" You sniffled and nodded in response to the mans question, as you tried your hardest to remember where you had seen his face before. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"I lost my mama and I dunno where she is," You told him, a pout forming on your face as tears once again flooded your eyes and threatened to spill over. "And I dunno where my daddy's garage is."  Okay, that gave him more to work with.

"Do you know which team he is with? Then we can go to the garage together and maybe your mama will be there," He asked you, smiling in relief as he knew now that he'd be able to get you back to your parents safely.

"Yeah, the one with the blue and white circle," You told him, you didn't quite remember the name but with the information of the logo, he knew where to take you and who you belonged to.  Micheal held your hand as he led you to the BMW Sauber garage, where your mother and father could be heard bickering over whose fault it was that you were now missing. "Mama!" Hanna turned quickly as she heard you call out for her, quickly crouching down to hold you in her arms tightly.

"There you are! You scared me, Y/N!" Hanna lifted you up and held you at her hip, holding you tightly as though if she held you any less you would suddenly go missing again. Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his friend had returned you safely - meaning that he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch for losing you. 'Thank you so much for bringing her back." Hanna thanked Michael, who smiled and waved her off as a response

"It's fine, really. My son Mick wanders off all the time so it's a normal occurrence for us at this this point," Michael smiled as he thought of his son. "Maybe they could be friends, at least then they would be wandering off together."

current day

You groaned quietly as you started waking up, the Swiss sun streaming through the gap where your curtains didn't quite meet. Turning on your side, you smiled to yourself as Mick slept peacefully beside you, his arm around your bare waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"Stop watching me, schatz," Mick grumbled sleepily, a small yet tired smile coming to his face as he heard you giggling to yourself, he could listen to your laugh for hours and hours on a repeat loop - He wasn't sure when he had fallen in love with you so hard.

"You watch me sleep all the time before you go to the gym in the morning, so it's only fair," You countered his argument with your own, placing a small kiss on his lips as he hummed in response to your argument.

"Oh yeah? And how would you know if you're asleep?" He chuckled as he saw the realisation on your face and the pout that followed, God, you were so adorable. "Good morning, Meine Liebe." You grinned as you looked at Mick, carefully studying every feature on his face, just in case he ever disappeared from your grasp, not that you would ever let him, of course.

"Good morning, Micky," You laughed once again as Mick groaned as you used the nickname you had been using for Mick since you were both small children. You smiled as you placed a small kiss on his lips and you hummed contentedly as he returned the favour, his tongue smoothly sliding into your mouth at the first opportunity. You giggled as Mick moved you so you were straddling him, wearing nothing but an oversized Mercedes T-Shirt, his oversized Mercedes t-shirt, something you knew that if anyone saw you in, would get you in hot water with Horner.

As you continued your early morning make out session, you felt Mick's large hands rest on your hips, bunching up the t-shirt just below your boobs. Your hands made their way to Mick's hair, gently tugging as he bucked his hips up to yours. It seemed that everything was going your way, before your bedroom door burst open and you were quick to roll off of Mick, pulling his t-shirt back down to cover you and covering the two of you with your duvet.

"Good morning, you two," Your dad greeted the two of you as he made his way into your bedroom, you swore he'd become a bigger pest now that he was retired and was around all the time. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything important in here." Sebastian grinned as he knew that he was winding you up and you were falling for it, you rolled your eyes and groaned in response to his antics and hid your red face in Mick's chest.

"Go away, old man!" Your grumbled words were very clear to your father though your face was hidden in Mick's chest. Sebastian just laughed you off, even though he could hear Hanna's voice in the back of his mind telling him to just wake you and Mick up and not wind you up in the process. Mick also laughed as he put his arm around you, finding it adorable how easily embarrassed you got despite the fact that the two of you had been together since you were teenagers. 

"Okay okay, well your mother sent me up here to tell you that breakfast is going to be ready in 15 minutes if you're going to be joining us," Sebastian informed you, finally getting to his point and seemingly leaving the two of you to get ready, until he turned around and pointed at both you and Mick. "And no more funny business between you two, I was 16 when I was a dad, I don't want to be a grandpa at this age." 

"DAD!" You groaned as you threw your pillow at him, Sebastian grinning as he dodged your toss and laughing as he shut the door of your bedroom. "God, he's been such a nuisance since he retired, I don't know how mama puts up with him." You complained to Mick, the two of you rolling out of bed.

"I dunno, love, you do make it pretty easy to get you all wound up," Mick defended his mentor and friend, but quickly took it back when he seen the glare that you were giving him. "I-I mean, I know he was so out of line for that." He feared his reflexes weren't as finely attuned as your dad's appeared to be and it felt too early for you to be throwing projectiles at his head. 

"Yeah I thought so, I was very nearly taking back your bedtime privileges." You joked with him, watching his jaw drop in fake offence at your empty threat.

"That's just a lie because then you wouldn't be limping like you are right now," He smiled as you furrowed your eyebrows and pouted. 

"Oh yeah, I wonder who's fault that is, Micky."

"You weren't complaining last night."

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[azul-days]

うちはどこ～～～？👼🏻👼🏻

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[drpepperjunior]

Compilation of photo edits I made of the drivers🥰

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[schuministyles]

Overprotective. (MS47)

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Word count: 1022.

Warnings: None. Sorry if my English isn't perfect it's not my first language.

Mick moved around pretty anxious since she promised she would be there at the Haas garage supporting him, but even after the third practice session there were still no signs of her anywhere.

She wouldn't let him down, it was so out of character of her just the fact of showing up late that it made him want to throw up, his overthinker mind was already making up the worst scenarios.

He took his phone from the table where it was charging and stared at the pic of them he had set as his homescreen, he smiling looking to the camera with pure joy in his eyes while she kissed his cheek, the only picture they had from their first date.

Without thinking it any more he dealed her number, frowning he waited patiently for her to pick up, nothing, after three rings she sent him to voicemail.

The blonde took a deep breath really confused about all, it didn't make any sense that suddenly she wasn't interested anymore, not when they had worked so hard to keep their secret, or maybe that was the problem, she was tired of everything.

He wasn't even thinking anymore about qualifying, his mind was in agony thinking of her and what he felt was the most real love he had ever experienced.

"Mick" the voice of one of his mechanics made him look away from his phone. "There is some girl in Ferrari merch saying that you need her here" he stated looking a little bit annoyed.

"Let her in, please" the driver told him with an apologetic look, he was embarrassed to make people do more than what they were supposed to, the mechanic just nodded and left to the front.

Few moments later she was hugging him by the waist super tight with her face hidden in his chest saying 'sorry' repetitively in a soft voice.

He couldn't feel mad, the moment he had her in his arms was the definition of relief, the blonde cupped his girls face giving some distance between them and softly pecked her lips, she looked at him with big eyes.

"You have to be kidding me" a manly voice interrupted in the couple's love bubble.

Both of their faces turned pale when they recognized the voice, the girl turned around to see her brothers looking at her.

Lorenzo with an eyebrow arched, Charles that was the one who interrupted frowning and Arthur saying sorry with his eyes feeling really guilty.

" Care to explain? " the older of the Leclerc's asked trying to make sure she knew that this was a big deal.

" Oh no, she has to explain herself" Charles interrupted " Y/N I feel really betrayed".

Some salty tears started to form in the girl eyes, this wasn't the way she wanted her older brothers to found out, her eyes then went to her younger brother, she couldn't process how he decided that it was the moment to tell them.

" I'm sorry " Arthur mumbled like he could read her mind he started explaining everything to the couple " They made me bring them where you really where when Charlotte told Charles that you wanted to leave Ferrari's garage during FP3"

The Haas driver felt like the worst human on earth when he saw how hurted she looked, Arthur wasn't the one to blame when they were the ones that made him keep their secret until they were ready.

" Charles, Lorenzo, it's not that big of a deal" he started speaking pulling out all of his courage to try and make the situation at least a little bit better.

"Charles I love him" the girl stated all of the sudden making the german shut his mouth while he looked her with adoration in his eyes feeling his heart beating hard against his chest.

Arthur smiled from ear to ear, he had been the first supporter of that relationship been the one that helped them sneaking out, it was amazing to hear that his sister had fallen in love.

The other two softened their clenched jaws making Mick able to take a deep breath relaxing a little bit.

The german took the opportunity and hugged the girl from behind, holding her between his arms.

" And I love her" he said completely sure about his feelings.

Lorenzo putted then a grin in his face and patted Charles in the shoulder.

" The qualifications are in less than half an hour" the oldest finally spoke calmly " we will discuss this further during dinner ".

The Ferrari driver looked at his sister with the softer eyes they always gave each other and nodded, then he followed his big brother out of the Haas garage and pulling Arthur with him.

Now was the turn of the girl to let out a sight, she was holding her breath and didn't even notice until now.

" That was.. "

"Yeah" the blonde agreeded resting his head on his girls shoulder.

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" You break her heart and I break you damn legs, is that clear Schumacher? " Charles told his colleague once they were both off the cars and walking in the pit lane.

The German nodded while his friend Esteban laughted a little by the sudden threat between the other two drivers..

" Good, and don't you dare been all touchy with her when I am looking or I will throw up"

When Charles said the last part Pierre that was walking next to them couldn't help but turn his attention to the conversation raising an eyebrow.

"So the rumors were true? " the French man asked.

"What rumors?" Charles asked back in confusion.

"Oh, Yuki told me that he saw them kissing"

"And you didn't tell me!" The Ferrari driver shouted to his best friend.

"I forgot" he smiled to wink at Mick "if I was you I would be glad that is Mick it could be worst, think about this, your sister and Lando"

Leclerc made a face in disgust of just the idea.

" I will take that as a compliment" the blonde german stated.

#mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher #formula 1 #f1edit #f1 x reader #mick schumacher x you #haas f1 team #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #arthur leclerc #esteban ocon #daniel ricciardo #yuki tsunoda #sebastian vettel #max verstappen #ferrari #lando norris #ms47

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waiting for superman | m.s47

title: waiting for superman part 1

characters: you/reader/catherine, mick schumacher

summary: when your father (a former ferrari mechanic) was diagnosed with alzheimer's, your world turns upside down. you had to give up your city life, get back to your village to take care of your father. but what hurts the most is being so close to him and seeing him not remember you (catherine) as well as every precious moment in his life with you. you start to questions about everything until mick schumacher (your childhood best friend) comes back into your life and teaches you life lessons that you're sure will remember forever.

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*

i.

working is stressful enough. and driving 30 minutes just to get home can make you feel like killing yourself. those traffics. people breaking for no reason. people driving above speed limit as if they're in a drift competition. but oh well, except for today.

    you decided to take a longer route home today even if that means you will be spending extra 10 minutes on the road to reach home. but with your current life, you know needed those 10 minutes because it's literally the only time that you have for yourself. accompanied by nothing but the hum of your tyres and the sound of the car engine. that little white noise somehow makes you calm than the sound of the ocean meeting the shore.

    there were a lot of things you are thinking right now but for once, it's not about money. you have some savings enough for the next four months (you've been saving up since your first year at an engineering company in the city centre). so even though you're now only working as a barista, you don't worry about money much. and with your father's condition, the financial assisstant given by the government are quite enough for his medication and to pay for his caretaker.

    in the car, your mind takes you back when you were little. how you were always in your father's shadow. despite being a girl, you would always be seen with bolts and nuts, spanners, hammers, car spare parts in your hands. oil and grease on your face. instead of playing with dolls, you'd play with karts, toy cars, nerf guns, video games. the amount of time you spent with your father's colleagues in the hotels. you would follow everywhere your father goes. you would often be seen at the ferrari's garage, surrounded with ferrari engineers and mechanics, asking them this and that. watching them like you're the boss.

    but the clouds aren't always clear. things would always crumbling down while you're at the highest of high. it's like the god is calling you and to humble you down. after getting a phone call from your neighbour who told you that your father was always found at the police station, they suggested you to get your father diagnosed. he has alzheimer's disease for a year now and it's not getting any better. if anything, it gets worse and fast deteroriate.

    because yesterday specifically, he didn't remember who you are. he didn't remember your name. he wasn't sure why you were in his house. he even called his mom (who died many years ago) and kicked you out of the house. you know your neighbours saw what happened. you just hope they didn't get the wrong idea about your family because you know your father will not kick you out of his house if he didn't lost his mind. good thing annie the caretaker lives with you. she sedated your father. when everything's calmed, you locked yourself in your room and cried.

    yesterday was not the first night you cried since your father was diagnosed. but it was the most painful yet. to witness your father calling his mother who was dead for years. to see an unknowing look when he sees your face. your name didn't give him a clue of who you are. he said something about calling andrea. and you know who andrea and that's where you know you're fucked. because both you and you father hate your mum.

    all of the times you spent together with him got deleted from his memory just like that. you remember when you were younger. you used to get mad at your father for not giving you enough attention but if you knew your father was going to get alzheimer's and that he won't remember you ever, you wouldn't beg your father for attention.

    so what now? you can't just make a conversation with him now. you can't get straight to your point because every time you will try tell him something exciting, you will have to tell him from the start. from before the news. the concert your favourite is going to make. your plan on seeing them. when the ticket purchasing is open and you got yourself the very expensive one (the package includes meet and greet with the band backstage before concert, a handful of merchandise that include lanyard, rainbow light stick, bracelet, photo album from the first few concerts, free drinks.) the songs list. though at one point, you stop talking.

    "nevermind. you won't remember it at all," you'd tell your father.

    "i'm sorry."

    "it's okay."

    no. it's never okay. because he used to remember things that you like, love and hate the most. he remembered things that made you cry and laugh. he knew the bad jokes just to put a smile on your face. both of you used to say bad things about your mum and laughed about it. now he talks about her.

    and he definitely hates you now. you know it's his routine to go out at 11 in the morning to meet his friends somewhere in the neighbourhood. he would usually be back home by lunch time. he would walk home since most of his friends are also too old to drive. but after a few times being found by the police and your neighbour had to fetch him at the police station, he's banned to leave the house without a partner even if he's not meeting his friends. annie will usually tidy and clean the house in the morning and you work in the morning until five. like a teenager, he's in a rebellion phase where he doesn't want to talk to you though he's still being friendly with annie.

    you're lost. you don't know what to do. you tried asking the doctors some advice. you tried asking a community for a solution. you tried inviting his friends over to your house instead but at the end of the day, your father still wants to go out during the time that neither you nor annie were available. it hurts you everywhere realising that you lost your lovely father.

    you feel your eyes sting. they water a little bit before you blink them away. but it's not like you to cry on a daylight. so you sit in your car as you drive within speed limit, head hurts from holding back your tears. the traffic is as normally heavy today but you're not stuck. you enjoy every second of the drive until a big dog crosses the road. you to slam your break. your tyres screech.

    luckily you were already inside a rich neighbourhood. the familiar, quiet and deserted neighbourhood where there are less cars, more trees, big and well-maintained park. you rarely come here unless you're visiting one of two of your rich friends. shocked, the dog doesn't move. he stays in front of your car in the middle of the road, crying for his mistake. you pull your handbreak and press the hazard light button before you leave your car to check up on the dog.

    "hey, buddy."

    the dog whines. he watches as you approach him, gives you his best puppy dog eyes so that you would not be angry at him and help him instead. he belongs to someone because there's a collar around his neck though without a name and a phone number. smoothing your fingers through the dog's fur, you help him calm down.

    "oh, thank god, you're okay," you'd say. "are you supposed to be here, little buddy? where did you come from, huh? where's your human?"

    the dog whimpers while you continue to caress his neck, his back, his head. you can feel him shaking uncontrollably under your palms. instantly, you feel bad for him even though it's not your fault to make him scared in the first place.

    "augustine!" comes a male voice from over the dog's shoulder. "augustine. oh thank god! there you are! you got me worried sick about you!"

    every problem you had about your life was gone when you see the dog and when you had to hit the break paddle but now as the familiar blonde-haired man with blue eyes is in front of you, you feel your heart explodes. something caught in your throat. your blood withdrawn from your face. you feel like your world is crashing down and rebuilding with a new kind of good problem. out of the many places and times, why must you see mick schumacher now?

    mick was your childhood bestfriends. since he's inseparable with his sister gina and since your age is not so different with her, you're best friends with her too. and being bestfriends with the siblings is like being the third child to their parents corinna and michael. so they know you. you know them. your father is a friend of michael and he was one of the few people that was allowed to see michael when he got into that tragic accident. things changed when mick got so busy with his formula siries career and you're busy studying to be an engineer. it's been years since you last saw him. well, until today.

    mick, who has yet to notice you there, lets out a long sigh. you watch him as he puts his attention on dog---augustine. he kneels in front of augustine, checking his body for cuts and bloods. when there's nothing serious, he sighs one more time. relieved, his shoulders relaxed.

    "augustine... what did i tell you about running off the street?"

    the dog shoves his muzzle into the male's underarm, hiding his face and continues to whimper. it's as if he is apologising to mick that he's being reckless and maybe promise not to do it again.

    "you could've been killed, do you know that?"

    mick looks up at you now after feeling like it's enough to scold augustine. plus, they're still in the middle of one side of the road. and his reaction mirrors you when you first found out that it's mick in front of you.

    "catherine?"

    "hi, mick."

    you smile. you feel like being a high school girl again for having your crush looking right at you. he is exactly the kind of prince charming most girls used to dream of when they were children. only you have had met your prince charming ever since you were little.

    mick's eyes studies your face that he hasn't seen in a few years. "h--- hi."

    things get awkward. you didn't know what else to say. you keep smiling.

    "i'm--- uhh--- i'm sorry about augustine," mick stutters a little. "we were just playing freebies. at the park. and then she thought we lost the freebies so she went hunting for it."

    so agustine is a she.

    "don't worry about it." you wave a hand. "what's important is that she's fine, isn't she."

    "a bit traumatised, i bet. but other than that, she's fine, yeah." mick smiles at you even though his eyes are on augustine who is sitting like a good dog near his leg.

    a short silence falls between you and mick again until mick feels augustine nudges his leg.

    "i--- i should get going."

    get going? five minutes ago you're sure you felt like running away when you saw mick. in face, you didn't want to meet anyone you knew who lives in this street because you hate telling stories about your father. the shock in their faces. the simpathy. they send condolences but they never meet their hearts. because none of them never experienced what you're experiencing now. but when mick stands up, pets his dog to follow, turns around towards the direction they came, you feel like stopping them. because when interacting with them you weren't thinking about your problems for once. it feels fresh.

    but despite that, you didn't have the courage to call mick even though you were his childhood bestfriends. even though you grew up in the same village. even though both of you used to play with dirts together at the horse barn at your neighbour's. all of your learned how to ride a horse together with your neighbour's kids but only gina turned out to make it a career. how he would follow you and your father hunting in the woods. you were there when he decided to be serious with karting. you would reconsider to do it if you still had that dream job, one where you and mick weren't having that huge gap in terms of your career. but it's different now. mick is a succesful formula one driver and you're just a barista. it sounds crazy if he wants to go out with you.

    but you haven't seen him for years! you could kill yourself if you didn't go out with mick for at least once in your youth. to see how he is like as a someone closer than just a friend. if it didn't work out, it's okay, you think. you can still be friends with him like he is friends with justine. so you open your mouth to call mick. you were glad nothing came out because before you could find your voice, mick stops on the road divider. augustine follows just as when he stops. he turns around and approaches you once again.

    "sorry." he chuckles nervously. "i know this sounds a bit crazy but i'm free for the rest of the day today. and i was wondering if... if you'd like to have some coffee with me."

    you heart blossoms. "i would if you don't mind me driving for you."

    you definitely didn't plan to say that though. it's just that your car is kind of brand new so it's hard to put a trust on somebody else to drive your car even though he is an f1 driver.

    mick chuckles. "i don't. new car?"

    "kind of," you answer as mick inspects your car. the tyres. the sportrim. the skirting. the tinted windows. the custom colour of your car. "it's two years old though but it till feels like it's new."

    mick is definitely in love with your car.

    "look at how shiny your car is."

    mick rounds your car, pushes augustine into the back of your car and apologises when augutine's legs cause a dirts on your seats. though you wish you brought old towel or newpapers, but you dismiss mick and drives him back to the park (though you have make to u-turn) for him to collect his belongings that he left when chasing after augustine. good thing nothing was stolen.

    you ended up settling down at a coffee shop in the city centre with mick beside you and augustine comfortably lying on her stomach by mick's foot. you recognise this particular coffee shop because a year ago you were one of their regular customers to get coffee first thing in the morning before work. their coffee never felt expensive to you.

    until now...

    "the fact that we haven't seen each other for years, i feel like i should introduce myself," mick jokes.

    "we just haven't seen each other, mick. we're not strangers."

    mick laughs. "how have you been doing?"

    to be honest, you don't know how to answer mick's question. well, how do you answer when a year and a half ago, you learned that your father has alzheimer's disease. and then you have to resign from your old company, say goodbye to your dreams, pack your bags and return home. you weren't ready for what comes next. nobody from your circle told you what to expect when your father has alzheimer's. so when he starts to forget about you, it hurts so bad.

    "i'm... good."

    "the delay doesn't sound good."

    "i don't have anything else to say."

    mick stares at you for a few seconds. it feels like he is reading your mind. it feels as if he already knew what happened to your father but didn't want to feel like he knows everything so he keeps quiet. you're damn sure he is waiting for you to tell him but the question is, are you ready? even if he already knew about your family?

    didn't feel comfortable, you gulp and look away before returning your gaze to him.

    "enough about me. how about you? how are you doing? how's your career?"

    mick doesn't look pleased with the question. he presses his lips together. as trained, he answers "there are many ups and downs with the teams. didn't manage to finish last race but we're looking forward to the next race and definitely we will work harder."

    "seriously? you're using that voice with me?"

    "what voice?"

    "your working voice," you state. "when you're answering interviews. you have this kind of voice. and that staged answers--- i know you memorise them. come on. tell me something i don't know."

    mick wonders and he wonders a lot. and you definitely didn't know what you don't know and mick decides to wait and see if he's right.

    "well, seb is visiting us next week."

    "really?"

    your face lights up hearing sebastian vettel's name as you're close to him too. his kids are a bundle joy. though you only meet them when he's visiting mick but they remember you and that's what matters. having a father who was once a part of the motorsport team gave you a lot of advantages and experiences a normal girl didn't have.

    your father was michael's mechanic at ferrari. and michael was close to him at home but closer since they spent so much time together around the globe. and michael was close to sebastian so that makes your father closed with sebastian. and you too. at some point, all of you are connected.

    you thought of bringing your father to see sebastian at mick's house but your face falls as soon as you remember that your father isn't going to remember who sebastian is despite being close. those times he and michael spent with sebastian in the red bull garage after both of them retired. those times they spent together watching junior drivers in their go-kart, standing outside of the go-kart circuit with hands behind their backs, judging other people's kids. your father isn't going to remember them all.

    "hey, what's with the sour face?"

    you give mick a small smile. "nothing. i probably should head home."

    "but we just like here like... three minutes ago."

    "i--- i just feel like to be alone. i'm sorry, mick."

    "o--- okay."

    mick gathers his belongings and you gather yours. he pulls augustine up by the leash and minutes later, all three of you are inside your car again and on your way home.

*

mick's house is exactly how you remember it used to be. the same colour. the same gravel road that leads to his house. the same frontyard with a little garden on the left though corinna have few different flowers and trees now. his mother or gina might have traded their old cars but other than those, nothing really changed. as you slowly pull your car in front of the house, you see gina at their front porch, reading while her dog roger is chasing the butterflies away.

    "thank you for the coffee. i really appreciate it."

    "ah, it's nothing," mick scratches the back of his head absent-mindedly. "i think we should do it again."

    "you think?"

    "no. we should do it again."

    yes. you wanted to do this again even though at first, you didn't think there is "again" especially when you were being hard on mick. close to being rude to him when he was nothing but a sweetheart to you. he even paid for your coffee when normally you would your own meal when you go out with your friends. and even a few guys you dated back then.

    you're not sure where this is going. you wished to go out with mick for at least once in your life. but god is giving you another chance with mick so you definitely isn't going to say no. right? wrong! just when you thought you finally found your happiness, a thought about your father crosses your mind. you've been neglecting him for hours now. a part from his rebellion about you not allowing him to go out without supervision, he could be sulking now at home because you've been neglecting him. another reason for him to hate you.

    "i don't know, mick."

    "you're worried about your father, aren't you?"

    this is what mick has been waiting for you tell him about. he's been itching to hear them from your own mouth. he didn't dare to ask you himself in the first place because he knows what it feels like to talk about something you hadn't truly accept. but the reason mick is asking now is because he wants to see you more and he cannot bear the fact that you keep saying no becaue of your father as if he didn't understand your situation.

    he understands alright!

    your eyes instantly water. "how---how do you know?"

    it hurts to see you cry because the catherine he remembers was always laughing. if you're not doing that, you'd be smiling. even if not that, you'd be mischievously smirking at him with gina. both of you were quite pranksters back then. even if you weren't doing any of the above, you were not crying.

    "mum told me." mick pauses. "i didn't believe her but last week i found your father at my old karting club with annie. i tried to talk to him but he didn't remember me. and that's when i know."

    you wipe your tears on your cheeks.

    "is that why you've been distancing yourself from me?"

    "no."

    mick raises his eyebrows. "are you sure?"

    "maybe."

    "why else?"

    "well, isn't it obvious? that you're always busy and constantly traveling. meanwhile i'm here struggling with double hours and taking care of my father that i barely had time for anything."

    "aren't you an engineer?"

    "were," you say. "i have to leave them behind, mick. right when my father was officially diagnosed with alzheimer's. i came back home. and i'm now a barista."

    you lift up a logo on the left side of your uniform.

    "i'm sorry you have to through this, catherine."

    "i'm... getting used to it."

    "you know what, why don't you come with him when seb comes next week?"

    "thanks but he won't remember anything, mick. he doesn't even remember me."

    "shit."

    mick looks down. mourning. mourning for you and all of your memories you had with your dad.

    "but this isn't going to be the last time we ever see each other again, okay? i'll see you tomorrow at your house. i want to see your father. i don't care if he doesn't remember me. i still want to see him."

    "no. you don't have to---"

    "maybe i'll bring gina along. we'll see." mick smiles. "bye."

    you watch as mick opens the back car door and whistles to augustine. as soon as mick and augustine step foot onto their frontyard, roger barks happily at them as if announcing to the people who live there that mick and augustine are back from the park. gina puts down her book and looks up. she smiles brightly as soon as she recognises it's you in the car and waves at you. you wave back, returning home.

    when the next day comes, mick didn't tell notify you that he's on his way to your house. good thing you are on your off-day and you just finished having your late breakfast when your door bell rings. your father doesn't move from his seat. he didn't ask you to get the door. it's as if he didn't hear the bell. or maybe he is sulking about yesterday. meanwhile you and annie exchange looks.

    "did we expect any visitors today?"

    "uh. i think that's mick."

    "mick? as in the schumacher?"

    you nod your head.

    "you didn't tell me he's coming? i didn't prepare anything."

    "and i haven't taken my shower," you say. "that's alright. i'll get the door. he's here to see dad."

    when you finally open the door, you realise that mick isn't alone. a beaming gina is one step behind mick's shoulder. while mick is wearing a jumper and jeans, gina is wearing a button-up shirt tucked into her trousers and her trousers are tucked into her horse-riding boots. she must be from the barn. as usual.

    "were you at the schmidt's the whole morning?"

    schmidt is your neighbour. the who one has the horse barn where all three of you---including schmidt's children---used to play together when you were kids. the way all of you used to play like there's no tomorrow. not worrying about pimples and acnes and allergies. while the fathers would be watching over you, drinking coffees (because it's not a good moral to drink alcohol with kids around) and talking. sometimes they'd be working on an old tractor that they know was not going to work but still tried to make it work.

    gina chuckles. "do you mind if i use your bathroom. i just finished---"

    "yeah, yeah. go ahead. you know where the bathroom is. my turn next."

    gina leaves her boots outside, enters your house without any more words, leaving mick in confusion as he watches his older sister making your house like her second house. just like how you did to theirs.

    "is she always like that?"

    you smile guiltily.

    "how come you're still close with her and not with me?"

    "i don't know, mick. i guess it's easier when you're always home."

    mick doesn't like that sound. he's home as much as he can when there's no race. his manager tries to accept less interviews, appointments, photoshoots to free his schedule and let him home because he understands mick's family situation. and when he's home, he is home. and yet, he never stumbled into you before.

    mick enters your house and the sense of familiarity hits him. every precious moment he created with you and the house when he was a little boy hits his memory core. the kitchen where you'd all eat cereal despite it being pass breakfast time. the silly arts on the wall are still there. and then there's the living room where all of you used to watch cartoons. your father travels alot when he was a ferrari mechanic but somehow always manage to reserve this old house foor the sake of the memories. miracle.

    then mick sees your father sitting on the single chair, staring into nothing. mick glances at you.

    "ever since he... you know... he doesn't like noise. he hates the tv because he says he cannot understand whatever the hell they're saying. though i think he is particularly quiet today is because i was not home early."

    "mum says you'd walk with him on your off-day."

    "that's true. but in the evening. i--- uh--- i usually woke up late on my off-day."

    as if somethng clicks in his mind, mick's eyes catch an abandoned set of bowl and mug on your kitchen island. "you just finished your breakfast, aren't you?"

    you sheepishly smile at him. you know mick and his family are early risers. maybe it's in their genes but it's also might be because they're athletes and with their training schedules, diet, mental health they're trained to sleep early to wake up early the next morning.

    because it doesn't feel foreign inside your house so without being offered, mick takes a seat in front of your father, you in front of him so you can see the day his blue eyes dilate with hope as he opens his mouth to greet your father.

    "good morning, herr erberhardt."

    when your father looks at mick, there is the smiliar confusion he has with you. the first time felt like thousands of knives impaling you and though it still hurts to see the same unknown look on his face when he looked at you this morning but since you have accepted it, you stopped feeling sorry for yourself. and it amazes you with how fast you could accept.

    "who are you?"

    "i'm mick. you know my father michael."

    "michael?"

    "schumacher?" mick's face falls but he doesn't look hurt that your father didn't recognise him and his father. "you were his best friend and mechanic."

    "oh."

     mick quickly pulls out his mobile phone. you watch as mick presses some icons for a while until you finally understand what he's doing. he opens his camera roll, picks one picture and shows it to your father. you lean closer to look at the picture. and though mick didn't slightly turn his phone for you, you can see the picture clearly. your father and mick's. both of them are wearing the familiar red t-shirt.

    your father definitely have tons of pictures of him at work but not this one. based on the quality, you would know that it's from one of the least photographers who was allowed to enter the paddock back then.

    "see. this is him. the one on the right. and this is you. it was both of your last day with ferrari."

    you weren't there on your father's last day with ferrari but you remember him coming home with lots of gifts from brasil. and you still have them in a big box in the garage where you keep good ol' stuffs there.

    mick continues to tell stories to your father. and it was at this exact moment that you know why you weren't allowed to follow him to brasil because he knew there were having a farewell party and he's going to get drunk and not able to take care of you. maybe it's better to find this out as an adult because otherwise, you wouldn't want to speak to your father again if you found this out when you were little.

    it looks like mick doesn't care at all that your father doesn't remember anything that he's telling as your father listens to them without showing any interest at all. mick keeps his composure well and you wonder how he does it until you remember that his father is sick ever since he was 14. when you were 14, you still had your father to help you with a guitar.

    gina comes into the living room, smelling like your shower gel and hair shampoo, when mick is telling a story about him and sebastian. and you excuse yourself because it's your turn to take a shower. and you could've missed mick glancing at you if you hadn't turn towards them at the living room.

*

when it's time for lunch, gina was first to be seated at the dining table, too hungry from her session at schmidt's barn. everyone eats only when everyone is seated at the dining table---including annie---and gina is treating herself as if she's at her family's house. not like you mind though because her presence brings a little joy in the house.

    mick on the other hand is embarrassed with his sister's behaviour even though he too is used to having lunches and dinners at your house. but that was several years ago. to be able to do this again feels like he's starting over with you and your family. but maybe with gina there he can get used to this sooner.

    everyone is doing their own part at the dining table. one asks questions. one answers the questions. one more person makes fun of the person who asked the question because she likes to make fun of her little brother. the late-30 woman is keeping an eye on an old man who is feeding himself slowly. for a moment, everything looks so perfect at the dining table until the old man stops eating, leaves the dining table and starts hunting for something.

    four of you stop eating immediately. everyone wears a worried look on their faces as you watch your father looking around the house for something. he stops in front of the tv where the coffee table sits. he upturns the rattan bowl, rummaging through its content scattering on the table. then he takes out everything inside the sofa remote holder. when he didn't find what he's looking for, he moves towards the tv cabinet.

    he opens the tv cabinet, takes out every cd, dvd, book, extension wire, more remote controls and dust. you hear him mumbling something but he still hasn't found it.

    "dad, what are you looking for?"

    you dad doesn't answer you.

    "dad, do you need help?"

    "ma! where's my... where's my..."

    mick knows you have no one except your father, though when you were little, diana (your nanny) was in the picture and annie came only when your father was diagnosed with alzheimer's. your father's mother died before you even existed. maybe mick's father knew her but not the next generation. now it makes you wonder how far back his memory is deleted from his brain.

    but it seems that even by calling for help from his mother, he doesn't know what he's looking for. you get up from your dining table and approaches your dad. you try to tell that it's okay to forget what he's looking for now and that he can try and find it later when he remembers. the house is already a mess like there was a thief here but your father is not giving up.

    "dad, why don't you sit down for a minute. i'm sure it'll come back to you if you calm down."

    "no. i can't," he says. "it's important."

    "why don't you tell me what you're looking for and i'll help find it?"

    "i--- i don't remember what i'm looking for but i will know when i find it."

    frustrated, your dad starts hitting himself. this is not the first time, though. it has happened a few times before. though it's only been a year since your father was diagnosed but this disease is eating him way faster than the doctors claimed.

    while you try to stop him form beating himself (you getting beaten in the process), annie jumps out of her seat to get the seductive in her room while gina plays a soft, melancholy music in the background. once again, mick is left in horror as he watches everything unfolding itself in front of his eyes. what's more surprising is how his sister looks like she knows what she's doing.

    mick certainly doesn't know what to do in the situation and how to offer any help. it's hurting him to watch your father hitting himself just because he cannot remember what he's looking for. and seeing you gets beaten... by the time your father calms down, he watches you slumping onto the ground with a loud thud. he sees your eyes wet. you look tired despite the fact that you just had your lunch.

    gina helps annie carrying your father to his room while mick approaches you.

    "hey. are you okay?"

    you feel mick's hand squeezes your hand gently. you hear his voice breaking though you did not understand why. you nod your head to answer mick's question.

    "annie and gina already brought him to bed. do you want to take a walk?"

    "okay," you answer without actually understanding what mick was asking you.

    mick stands up and pulls you up with him. mick helps you put on your jacket and shoes after doing the same for himself. you're still too tired from tending your father to speak and to think so while your mind is empty, you let mick leads you out. you follow wherever mick is taking you, talking hand-in-hand in silent, looking at the greens and blues and yellows. some cars pass by but you don't care.

    "i'm sorry you have to see that," you finally speak after 30 minutes of walk.

    "your father doesn't bother me," mick says.

    you made a sound that you didn't know it was coming from your throat.

    "gina did."

    "why?"

    "i don't know. maybe the fact that gina knows about your father. not me. and the fact that she knows what to do when herr erberhardt starts misbehaving tells me that she knows for awhile now."

    "i'm sorry, mick. i just didn't want you to worry about me."

    "so you told gina not to tell me?"

    you sigh. hate to hear the irritation in mick's voice because you know you're wrong. he is your best friend. if augustine hadn't cross the road yesterday and you hadn't almost hit her, you probably is still not ready to tell mick about your father because you're just insecure with yourself now. you lost your dream job while mick is striving. people can't tell you that you're wrong to feel insecure about that.

    mick knows not to want to argue with you especially when you're tired, so he drops the topic. that's okay, he thinks. he can ask you next time he sees you. it not tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he has next week. because he will be seeing you again next week when sebastian comes to visit him and his family even if you didn't bring your father (he hopes you will) because you're close with sebastian like how he is closed with sebastian. but either way, mick knows that he will want to keep seeing you for as long as he can work this out.

    when both of you get back to your house, gina is sitting at the front porch to wait for mick to get back home together. annie is nowhere to be seen but you bet she's inside, cleaning up the house after the hazard.

    "don't forget next week, okay? i'll ask mum to cook your favourite cheesecake," mick says while hugging you.

    "and tell us if you need anything. you know we're always ready help you whenever you need us."

    you nod your head and smile at gina. "thanks."

    when the siblings are out of your vision, you turn around where your house is. the house that holds thousands of memories and one who doesn't remember them at all.

*

part 2

#mick schumacher #ms47 #f1 fanfiction #mick schumcher x reader #mic schumacher x reader #mick schumacher fanfic #haas #mercedes #ferrari #alzheimer's disease #mental illness #michael schumacher #sebastian vettel #sv5

[charlewiss]

mick schumacher + sebastian vettel and psychical touch as love language 🫶🏻

#mick schumacher #sebastian vettel #seb vettel #sv5 #msc47 #ms47 #aston martin #haas #formula 1 #f1 #charlewiss edits

[sainzfilm]

Can i get a drabble of mick x fem!reader who is also a driver for Ferrari and she is sad because she thinks that she is not enough for the team and mick comforts her and is very fluff <3 Tysm

pairing: mick schumacher x driver!reader

a/n: just because im heartbroken for mick, this is for my mick girlies out there :(

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Another screw up. Finishing below P10 for qualifying wasn’t enough. It will never be enough because you’re in Ferrari. This isn’t the reputation the team has upheld throughout the years.

Sighing as you pulled yourself out of the car, you kept your helmet on as you headed back to your driver’s room, not wanting any attention towards you.

“Fucking stupid mistake,” You grumbled as you closed the door, pulling the helmet off and setting it on the couch, “There shouldn’t be any room for mistakes, Y/N.”

You stared at the wall for a few minutes, leaning back against the chair, “Do I even deserve to be here…”

Suddenly, a knock disrupted your thoughts and you frowned. You specifically told your manager that you wanted to be alone, “Who is it?”

“It’s Mick.”

“Oh,” You mumbled as you stood up, opening the door for him with your shoulders slumped, “Come in.”

“Hey,” Mick frowned as he saw the state that you are in, stepping inside the room before closing the door behind him, “I just…I wanted to check up on you.”

“You didn’t have to,” You shrugged as you sat back down on the couch, kicking your feet up on the stool nearby, “I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound like it,” Mick replied as he pulled a chair to sit in front of you, crossing his arms, “You know you can always be honest with me, right?”

“I know…” You rubbed a hand down your face and sighed, “I don’t want to burden you with whatever stupid thing I’ve got going.”

He smiled sympathetically, reaching over to hold your hand and squeezing it, “Then I’ll help you carry it. What’s up?”

“It just fucking sucks. I hate the feeling of not being enough for this,” You exhaled deeply as you squeezed his hand tightly, tears threatening to spill, “I don’t think I’m cut out for this. I’m dragging my team down.”

“Y/N, what’s gotten you feeling this way?” He whispered softly, afraid that loudness might push you to your breaking point, “How could you say that to yourself?”

“I’ve been messing up so many times, Mick,” You replied, your bottom lip quivering and voice shaking from that familiar feeling coming up your throat, “Look at my qualifying! Below P10 for fuck’s sake, I could’ve done so much better.”

“Hey, look at me,” Mick smiled softly as he tilted your chin up to meet your eyes, his other hand letting go of yours to bring it up to caress your cheek, “You fought so hard to bring yourself to where you are now. You weren’t given this seat if you weren’t worthy – you need to believe in yourself as much as I believe in you.”

You sniffled as tears started to cascade your cheeks, “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not, trust me. I would never lie to you,” He whispered, thumbs wiping away your tears, “I want you to keep fighting. Prove them wrong, prove your thoughts wrong. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“Okay. I’ll…try my best,” You whispered back as you brought up your pinky, waiting for his next action, “But, you promise? Every step of the way?”

Mick nodded as he wrapped his pinky around yours, bringing it in to kiss it softly – sealing the deal, “Every step of the way, angel.”

Pulling him in for a hug, you couldn’t help but break down in his arms. Mick was your safe space, as you were his. He knew that no words may help you ease your disappointments at times, and all he can do is just to be here for you, making sure that he holds together your pieces to refrain it from falling apart.

“I’ve got you,” Mick whispered as he kissed the side of your head, rubbing your back, “I’m here.”

I’ve got you. I’m here. That was all you needed to ground yourself back in this world – enough to get you fighting for another day in the world of the sport you loved.

bonus scene!

“Red Bull and Mercedes has attacked her in every chance that they could get, she has fought hard and well! For the first time in her career, Y/N Y/L/N, Ferrari’s newest blazing stallion, has taken the victory home for the Italian Grand Prix!”

You couldn’t believe it. You fought your way up to the top from the back of the grid and you got your maiden win with Ferrari.

Bringing you car up to park it alongside Alpine’s Esteban Ocon and Mercedes’ George Russell, you pulled yourself out to stand on top of your car, screaming in victory.

Mick hurriedly drove up his car back to the garage to see you get up on the podium, a proud smile on his face. You did it, you proved them wrong.

As the trophy was handed over to you, you rose it up high with the biggest smile on your face as Esteban and George sprayed you with champagne.

You genuinely laughed as you basked in the glory of your first ever victory, standing still for a moment to meet a familiar pair of blue eyes in the crowd, smiling at you.

You weren’t sure if he’d understand, but you gave it your best shot to mouth the words of ‘Danke. Ich liebe dich.’ to Mick. Thank you. I love you.

Mick chuckled softly as he looked down, hiding the blush spreading across his cheeks. You were brave in fighting for the trophy today, and maybe it’s time that he steps up to ask you out too.

#sainzfilm drabbles #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 driver x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #fluff #formula 1 x reader #drabble #mick schumacher #haas #msc47 #ms47 #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher oneshot #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher drabble

[itsgxsly]

HARD TIME

Summary: mick is going through a rough moment and all he wants is to snuggle up in your arms

Pairing: mick schumacher x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 895

Even if Mick loved his job and all the adrenaline rush that came with F1, he hated the part where he had to be away from home for so long. At first it had been difficult to separate from his family, considering that he spent most of his time with them. But when he seemed to have gotten used to loneliness a little more, you came along. It had not been his plan to fall in love with you at any time, he just wanted to be nice to the new girl who had moved into the apartment next to him, but in a short time he saw himself depending on you more than he should, until one day he end up wanting to come back to you after every race. You were his comfort whenever he needed it, you never refused a call or a message even though you were busy. You had become an essential part of his life.

This weekend was no exception. Mexico had been a tough race for Mick. The car did not cooperate and the pressure of not having a seat for the following year fell more and more on his shoulders. On top of all that, not having his people around him took its toll on many nights, missing his parents and his sister, Angie and of course you. It gave him some comfort to know that you and Angie would be waiting for him at home, his apartment where you already spent more time than your own, and he was ready to walk through the door and curl up in your arms for a well-deserved break from everything.

The plane landed after a long haul from Mexico and Mick was almost flying so he could get in his car and get to you as soon as possible. The road that led to his apartment had never been as long as it was right now.

When he finally got the keys out of his pocket and walked through the door, he tossed the overnight bags to the floor and set the suitcase aside. He listened as Angie's footsteps echoed until they reached the entrance, where she threw herself at him with excitement to see her owner after a while.

"Hi girl how are you? have you missed me?" His tone of voice was low when talking to his pet. "I hope you behaved well with mummy"

When he finished greeting Angie, he went directly to his room, knowing that you would already be in bed asleep since it was early in the morning and even if you had wanted to wait for him, your body had not endured sleep. The image that greeted him when he got to the room made him fall more in love with you than he thought he could be. Your body was curled up on the side of his bed, the blankets covering only from your waist down, the rest of your body uncovered revealing one of his Haas jerseys with his number on the back. The image of you in his bed, with his clothes waiting for him asleep so peacefully made him want to hold you for life. He watched you in silence for a few minutes until an impulse got the better of him and he couldn't be apart from you much longer. He changed as fast as he could, stripping off his shirt to just a pair of sweatpants and got into bed next to you as carefully as he could so as not to wake you up, but it was no use when with a small groan you turned towards him.

"Mick?" your sleeping voice sounded adorable to his ears.

"Hey baby, I'm back. I'm sorry I woke you up."

“You haven't woken me up, babe, don’t worry. I have seen the race today. How are you?" you turned on your back, directing all your attention to what you could even while numb. Mick sighed in defeat, and that was your sign that your boy needed a little comfort and love tonight. You surrounded his shoulders with your arm, inciting him to snuggle into your chest, which he did without hesitation twice, sighing again, this time pleased by the comfort you gave him. You caressed his blond hair and his back making meaningless shapes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked after a while in silence.

“Not now, I just want to relax with you outside of everything. We'll have time to talk about that another moment” his voice sounded like a whisper dragged by the fatigue that filled his body, all your pampering favoring sleep.

"As you wish, love" you didn't press him to speak, but you directly returned to the cuddles, caressing the back of his neck and leaving soft kisses on his forehead, the tip of his nose, his cheek. Mick fell asleep after a short time and you knew it thanks to his relaxed breathing that tickled the crook of your neck. You placed one last final kiss on his forehead before carefully settling down to sleep as well.

"Goodnight baby. I'm sure everything is going to be fine” were your last words before sinking into a deep sleep. Although Mick didn't answer you, you knew very well how grateful he was to have you by his side in these difficult times.

#formula 1 #f1 weekend #mexico gp 2022 #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher #mick #schumacher #ms47 #haas f1 team

[5ugarand5pice]

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 🤍

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #formula one #haas f1 team #austin grand prix #f1 #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #midnights #sweet nothing #fluff #f1 fluff #ms47

[ricciardhoe3]

he looks so cute in his lil blue shorts and his hair pushed back like that 🥹

october 3, 2022

📷 @.mickschumacher / instagram

#literally freezing ice cold water and he couldn’t look happier #it just doesn’t faze him #mick schumacher #ms47 #f1 #formula 1 #singapore f1 #singapore gp 2022 #haas f1 team

[gridgirldrabbles]

the fact that haas keep ruining mick’s races and then saying he needs to win a fucking race to have a chance of staying with the team? get fucking serious

#mick Schumacher #ms47 #msc47 #f1 #Formula 1 #haas

[zcorners120]

cutie.

#mick schumacher #he’s so cute ahh #precious #golden retriever energy #msc47 #ms47 #formula 1 #f1 #haas #japanese gp 2022

[jwnchstr]

waiting for superman | m.s47

title: waiting for superman part 5 (final)

characters: you/reader/catherine, mick schumacher

summary: when your father (a former ferrari mechanic) was diagnosed with alzheimer's, your world turns upside down. you had to give up your city life, get back to your village to take care of your father.  but what hurts the most is being so close to him and seeing him not remember you (catherine) as well as every precious moment in his life with you. you start to questions about everything until mick schumacher (your childhood best friend) comes back into your life and teaches you life lessons that you're sure will remember forever.

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you used to be alert, always on your toes, ready to for an action when you hear your father's name. it could have been nothing serious and yet, you would be the one to worry about his state. you used to know what to do when someone informs you that they see karl in the middle of nowehere, or when he is having another episode of tantrum as much as it strangely sounds. you were like the black widow in your own movie. however, something isn't quite right in your systems today, right now, and you couldn't understand it.

    for the first time since your father got sick, when you hear your father's name from annie through the phone just now, and when she said that your father doesn't have much time, you didn't understand what she meant as if it wasn't clear enough. or maybe you did, but you didn't know what to do. meanwhile, you remember one year ago, as soon as the news about your father being diagnosed with alzheimer's, as soon as you accepted that this illness isn't going to make your father any better, you were prepared for this. you're prepared to lose your father despite him being the only family you have left. however, when it actually happens tonight, you found yourself not believing anything annie had said and hence, you're standing there as if nothing serious happened. if not, why is mick still having a conversation with the rest of your small group and not noticing how pale you are beside him?

    you can say that you're lucky the vettels kids notice how you suddenly disconnected from the world, didn't hear the loudest one when she calls your name. you're like frozen beside mick, looking pale, and the kids would nudge you and pull you to continue play chase with them, but you wouldn't budge. it's like you're anchored on the spot beside mick. the youngest one started to cry, scared of something that might happen to you with your sudden change. the middle one just stood there, staring at you as if looks could wake you up from your trance. but the eldest one gets to his mother, pulls her arms to get her attention and points his finger at you.

    "catherine, are you okay?" hanna asks. her voice is so gentle, so motherly. you remember when you were a young girl, you used to ask your father why you've never had a mother. and your father refused to answer your question until one day you shouted at him, saying how he was not a good father and husband that your mother left you. and that's when your father realised that you're old enough for the truth. since then, you never asked about her again but admittedly, you long for a mother's love.

    the chatters around your circle immediately stops. you had all eyes on you. mick, gina. even norbert is worried about you because he knows about your father as well. well, by this far, amongst your closed circle, who wouldn't? even the kids had stopped playing and hug their mother's legs as they watch you. you felt someone's warm hand carressing your back and that's when a tear drops onto your cheek. and maybe it's the way mick jumps in front of you, as if protecting you from the media and public from seeing your wet eyes; maybe it's the way sebastian's family and mick's family had their concern look on you that you felt so vulnerable but in a good way; maybe it was hanna's motherly voice that made you cried harder.

    "catherine?" mick isn't the only person who panicked, but he is the only person who asked since he's closest to you. "hey, why are you crying?"

    honestly, you didn't hear a thing that came out from mick's mouth as annie's voice still lingers around your ears as if she's still on the phone with you. you father doesn't have much time is repeating itself like a broken record and you didn't know how to shut it down. so you stayed frozen, still not in the zone. mick's voice continued to muffle as he squeezes your upper arms to get your attention. as your visions continue to blur, you keep telling yourself to move, to say something, stop crying, but you're just numb, in the middle of the paddock, at an event, in front of mick, gina and sebastian's family, and people.

    but good thing the fireworks are still playing somewhere behind mick, aren't they? because there was a pop of the fireworks snaps you out of your trance, wiping your eyes and the tear stains on your cheeks. you see mick's worried blue eyes and if that isn't the most relieveing thing in the world, you don't know what else is. he had his palms cupping your cheeks. now, as your senses coming back to you, you can finally hear every bit of mick's words.

    "oh, catherine! you're freaking me out! please tell me what's wrong. do we need to get back right now? has something happened to your father?"

    "mick..." you manage to croak. "my---my father---"

    yes. exactly. that's what everyone of them here thinks. samething happened to your father. it explains why you were so out of daze, like your soul flew out of your body, like you were dead for a few seconds, like you were taken somewhere else. you got mick scared the most when you didn't respond when he tried to get your attention.

    everything else that happened after that was a blur. you noticed the other adults talking amongst themselves, as if discussing something while you stand there, not knowing what to do. you were aware of how mick's hand wrap around yours as he leads you back to haas hospitality. and he doesn't let you go when he enters haas motorhome, packs his clothes in his driver's room, also when he came to meet his manager. it's like he is afraid that you would get lost or faint behind him and he didn't notice

    there are many factors as to why he never let you out of his sight, even for one second, but if there's one word that could sum it up is: care. mick cares for you. mick cares how the change of the paddock made you jumpy. he cares how the fireworks make you cringe. he cares how the new faces on the paddock make you small and insecure even though he doesn't understand why. you are the daughter to a former ferrari mechanic. you were an engineer. you are respected as much as other people on the paddock.

    while you wait for mick to make his schedule free (at least, for the next few days), gina had gone back to the hotel you share with her. she helps you pack your clothes, other items that are probably scattering around on the bed, on the table, in the washroom. gina could get mixed up with some of her items, thinking that they're hers, but you don't think it's a big of a deal. she's going to come home sooner or later, anyway. she can bring them back to you when she's home.

    when you get on the last flight home, there is one thing that you wish you could do: convince the mercedes-amg team principal to lend you their private jet and pilot so you could be home sooner. because now, as you're sitting at the economy's three seated aeroplane, you cannot stop yourself from shaking in your seat while keeping your eyes out of the window, overlooking the dark sky. and you're biting your nails. something that you haven't done in years. and if there's one more thing that you would wish is that, to get another chance with your father. even if it only means to see him for the last time.

    "please wait for me, dad," you repeat what you told your father before leaving for abu dhabi on saturday.

    oh, it was only yesterday that you last saw him. and it was so... crazy how in under one day that he's gone. just like that. or was it because that you didn't pay enough attention on him? that---that time when he rested his hand on yours. was that the sign? was he trying to tell you something from that movement? was he trying to tell you to stay? or was it a goodbye?

    the thought of your father never left you even when you feel a hand on your knees, as if telling you to calm down, that you're worrying too much. well, it seems that your body agrees with him because your legs did stop shaking. you turn towards the person and only see a pair of sad eyes looking at you. mick has always knew what to say when tough times are hitting you, but not in this kind of situation, no. he keeps looking at you. his jaws flexing. he is trying his best to say something to comfort you, but nothing came out.

    "he was okay when i left him, mick," you whisper weakly. "how---how can he---"

    and you stopped yourself because a bile got stuck in your throat. you gulp, blink away your tears but more stream down to your cheeks.

    "i'm sorry, catherine," mick says when he finally found his voice. "but i promise everything will be okay."

    you shake your head. "it won't. we know it won't."

    you start to look away again, to hide your glassy eyes from mick even though it's useless to do so. but at the same time, you cannot see his face right now. that look he had when he hates himself because he cannot help you. but it's okay, you thought. there are some things that we cannot control ourselves and it's enough that he is by your side right now. there's no other person that you would like to be with, in this situation, except with mick. and his family.

    and as if reading your mind, mick says "don't worry, okay? i will be here with you." mick gives you a small assuring smile that you return with a thankful one. "now, come here. you need to sleep. we still have four hours to go. one transit. and another six hours until we reach home."

    when you finally close your eyes and fall asleep in mick's embrace, you dream nothing.

*

"catherine! hey, wait---"

    mick was not trying to stop you from meeting your father who is in the ICU. he would consider evil if he did that to you---to anyone---given that he had the same experience back when he was a teenager. but you are in a hospital. and you shouldn't be running and being loud as if there's no one else in the ward who probably needs the same amount of rest and attention as your father. he watches you sprint towards the counter, talking to a woman behind the counter, nodding a few times before bolting to your left without looking back at him. mick grunts, jogs towards you and just in time to catch you, who is already inside a lift.

    you couldn've sworn that you saw mick glaring at you as he stands close beside you in the lift. maybe he was pissed that you left him by himself at the front entrance. and if it weren't because of his ethletic energy, he wouldn't be here with you right now in the lift. as much as you want to apologise mick for that, you decided that you could that later. maybe after seeing karl. right now---

    ding!

    once the lift doors open, you are running once again. out of the lift, towards an unfamiliar hallway that leads you to a ward room. and a particular memory that resides somewhere in mick's brain brought mick once again to when you were younger, when michael was still a ferrari driver and karl was still their mechanic. and how that time you used to travel with the schumachers to f1 races because that's the only way karl would allow you to come to his work place. you were always sticking with them until when you saw your father and you excitedly ran towards him. there were smiles on both of your faces as karl lifted you up, spun you around like a princess, and walked hand-in-hand to only God-knows-where. it was one of the most beautiful scene in mick's memory and a happy one. it has nothing to do with the current situation.

    mick jogs close behind you and stops when he sees you hugging annie in front of a door.

    "annie! i'm sorry! i'm sorry i'm late! i'm---!"

    "hey, catherine. shhh, it's alright. your father is still there. you can calm down." annie sounds exhausted but for catherine and karl, she stays awake. "you can come in anytime you're ready. hi, mick."

    mick tries to smile at annie but the scrunch of his face make it seems like he hates the smell of the hospital. though, annie wouldn't blame him. she used to work in the hospital before, taking care of people, wipe someone's butt, trimming their pubes hair, holding a person's hair when she is vomitting, cleaning someone's urine on the hospital floor. and not to mention when the patient suddenly lost exessive blood, suddenly burst out of their wound.

    but mick... he had always hated the hospital not because of the sick people or the smell of the antiseptic liquid. but it's the image of his father that appears at the back of his eyes. how he, even as the son, has to wait for the right time and the visiting hour to see his dad. he tried to move on from it especially when his work requires him to see the doctor frequently but the truth is, he could never. but for you, he braves himself and follows you inside your father's ward room. he thought you didn't notice him, but you can imagine his surprise look when you link your fingers with him as both of you stand beside your father's hopital bed. you squeeze mick's finges, as if he was the one who needed the encouragement.

    both of you watch as your father slowly and painfully breathing behind the oxygen mask, eyes wild as he searches for your voice above him. these wires. the machines. you know this isn't something that you will forget easily especially seeing how the man behind the oxygen mask halfly doesn't look like your father at all. seeing him lying helplessly on the hospital bed, it's hard to remember how he looked like when he was still healthy because this image in front of you is all that you can remember now. and possibly forever.

    you reach your father's hand with your free hand. his skin calloused under your fingertips. "dad, i thought i told you to wait for me."

    the man on the bed didn't show any sign that he understands you. neither did he show any sign that he recognises you, but he does stare at you when he hears someone else's voice in the room.

    "dad, i'm sorry for leaving you. i---i shouldn't have left you... like mum did. i shouldn't---if i didn't leave two days ago, you wouldn't be here." you sob.

    mick, who was standing beside you this whole time, suddenly snaps out of this own world. there is voice in his head saying, "it's your fault" as he watches your father on the hospital bed, not having any idea that the woman standing before him is his daughter. he shouldn't have gotten you that vip access. he shouldn't have begged you to come to watch his and sebastian's last race in abu dhabi grand prix. he shouldn't have let you leave your father's side. he shouldn't told you that he booked the flight tickets, hotel rooms, had a driver ready for her when she arrived in saudi arabia, made you feel guilty so that you will eventually agree to come. if he had done nothing of these, your father won't have fallen sick that annie had to call the ambulance and got him taken to the emergency.

    mick suddenly let go of your hand. your head snaps towards the space between your hands before looking up at mick. confusion written on your face, but instead of explaning, mick turn around for a run.

    "hey, how's it---oh. i thought you were catherine," annie says outside of the ward room. "hey, mick!" and annie didn't mean to shout in the quiet hallway. she knows how to respect othe patients inside other ward rooms, but mick had run away from annie. and when the clicking sound of the door greets him, he runs faster towards the stairs.

    "mick, would you stop?! mick!" you run after the young man, leaving annie with an eyebrow raised. you are sure that you owe so much to annie. after living with you for about more than a year, annie has put up alot of behaviour, your mood swings, your rebellion, your tantrum. as you run after mick right now, you suddenly feel sad with the thought of her leaving you after your father...

    you stop yourself from thinking about it now. you continue running after mick. and oh God, why must he chose the stairs? "mick, would you care tell me what's wrong?"

    "leave me alone," mick says.

    "mick, come on! we're not teenagers anymore!"

"nothing, catherine. i just need some fresh air." mick tries to keep himself composed.

    "you can do that with me!" you shouted. your voice echo in the empty, hollow emergency exit of the hospital. you glance at the one side of the wall and see a LG sign. and your voice gives so much impact on mick that he immediately stops running. his hand pauses on the door knob. "mick, i can tell something is in your mind right now. please, tell me."

    mick doesn't move. he keeps his eyes on his hand on the door knob. his heart is pounding in his ears. from the running, from the anger towards himself, from your voice. he once swore to himself that he would take care of you until his last breath, even if you didn't end up marrying him, but he wants to do that to you. however, this guilt... he's not sure about that now. he cannot look at your face and not see that he was the reason behind those tears. he had caused your father to---

    mick gulps. "i'm sorry, catherine."

    you frown. "for what? mick, for what? tell me, please. we don't have much time. my father is---"

    "your father wouldn't be here if i didn't buy you that damn tickets."

    "what?"

    there is a pause as mick contemplates with himself. he is in a dilemma between opening up to you or continue to run away from the problem, ghost you because, apparently, that's best option he has in mind. he cannot see your face knowing that it was his fault your father, the only family you have left, is leaving you because of him and his selfish decision.

    finally, mick sighs and turns around to face you. it's one of those nightmares for you to see him with eyes red and him to see you desperate for explanation. but if there is one thing that he remembers both his parents taught him was not to leave the person you love hanging. bad things will always happen in a relationship, in friendship. and it hurts to tell the truth and see the reaction on the other person's face, but never leave them without trying.

    and that's what mick is doing right now. he loves catherine so much that he could risk his life in anything. both of you had gone through so much together. you were one of the few people who were there for him when michael got into that tragic accident. you were there on the track side to support him in karting, in the formula series. it was his fault that he didn't see you you any sooner. and now that he got you, he doesn't want to let you go. or his mother will give him the silent treatment.

    "your father, catherine." mick is shaking. you can hear it in his voice. and he can take as much time he can to talk, but the fact that your father could die any time now, makes you on edge. "if i didn't buy that stupid tickets and didn't force you to come and watch me on my last race, he wouldn't be hospitalised."

    "i'm sorry for throwing you in this situation, catherine," mick continues. "and---and i get if you--"

    "mick." you take a few steps closer toward mick. "look, i'm sorry if i ignored you just now. i just---i'm just so worried about my father. okay? and mick, it's not your fault my father is here now. and i flew to abu dhabi because i wanted to, not because you forced me to. i knew how it meant to you and sebastian if i were there with you guys."

    mick doesn't know what to say. he is so angry at himself and adore the way you handle the situation. how could he not see this on you before? how could he abandon you and hurt you instead? he doesn't deserve, does he? even though you agreed to to be his girlfriend, you let him kissed you in front of billions of people after the race, he still doesn't deserve you.

    "so please stop with that 'everything is my fault' bullshit, okay? and i thought you said that you will always be by my side. you're going to break the promise now? after you kissed me in front of everyone---literally everyone---after park femme?"

    mick snorts. after all these years, he is amazed how he is still surprised with all your little snide remarks as if you could read his mind. he lets his hand on the knob go and hugs you.

    "i know you won't." you smile back at mick.

*

maybe annie shouldn't have let you know this, but she figures she didn't want to lose your trust and feel guilty for the rest of her life when you and her parted ways after your father dies. so she tells you anyway.

    the truth is, soon after you left for abu dhabi, your father showed a bad sign and annie instinctively called the ambulance and soon, she was inside the ambulance with your father on the bed. karl was hospitalised and warded immediately while waiting for the on-duty doctor to check up on him. she was not allowed to take care of karl like how she does at home since they have nurses to look after him.

    she wanted to call you soon, but thought you were busy. and she thought that, after years, you might miss the life you once had back then, and let you have all the fun. let annie and her only to worry about karl. she was about to take a relieved sigh, but the next thing she knows, the doctor told her that karl doesn't have much time left.

    annie was taught not to panic in any kinds of situation she is facing, but when she heard that from the doctor, she panicked. maybe it was her fault that she has taken you and karl and everything about you two personally that she feels as if you're her family now. but after a year of living with you, how could she not feel as such?

    she called you to deliver the unfortunate news. and she called again and again and again, even when she was still taken to voicemail after a few more tries. she stopped for a few minutes. and called again when the doctor had informed her that the oxygen mask had no function to karl anymore. it's either you bring karl home to save you from the expensive hospital fee or let him go. here. in the hospital. take off that oxygen mask and let him free of his misery. because there's no cure for alzheimer's disease even though, initially, it was cardiac arrest that took karl to the emergency department.

    you didn't know what to do. you wanted to bring your father home. you wanted your father for as long as you could but annie had told you that you were selfish for doing so. with her advice, you agreed to let the doctors take off the oxygen mask and do their stuffs. and you were there to watch, with annie by your side. you wish mick could be here but the hospital was strict with their regulations. only family members was allowed in here. and you had to bribe the doctor to let annie in with you, telling them that annie was a nurse before she was your father's caretaker. and when you hear as the heart monitor changing from the constant beep, beep sound to a constant beeeeeep, you feel the sky falls on top of your shoulders.

    when you wake up the next time, you're at the cemetery.

*

"thank you for coming," you say to one of the neighbours. "karl would be happy to see you."

    "thank you. say hi to britney for me."

    "it's nice of you to remember him. i appreciate that. karl would appreciate that."

    there were a lot of thank yous today that at some point, you started to get bored saying it that you just smile and nod your head as you send those visitors to the front door. you had enough hugs, too, but you can't get rid of this one especially when they were the one who pull you into their arms, caressing their palms on your back. sometimes, you feel as if they're invading your personal space. but you don't want to be rude so you let them. at least, only for today.

    and there were nothing that you didn't hear from those who visited you today. there are always be strong or your father must be proud of you or you must inherited a fortune from your father since you're the only child! or it's so sad just because you lost your only family member. you don't hace siblings, aunts and uncles, a mother, grandparents from either of their sides. if you need anything, just give us a call. you know you don't need their help to any extend but you politely, smile back and wave them goodbye.

    the only people you love to see aside from the schumachers, annie and the vettels are marc and franco. they didn't say much but their smiles and hugs are enough to tell you that they will do anything for you. like you can bunk in marc's house if you're afraid to sleep in the ouse by yourself. if you have any trouble with your car, they can give you a free fix. if you needed money, they'd lend you some. you might need two of them, but either way, you're thankful with their presence here.

    marc and franco were the last visitors to leave your house. and when they did, you finally can breathe normally as you shut the front door, already on another mission and that is to clean the house. maybe God was on your side today that there weren't much trash in the living room and the porch but there are still a lot cleaning to do.

    "hey, let me do that for you," hanna says as she snatches dirty plates in your hands. "go sit over there. i'll bring you some water in a minute."

    you're mentally exhausted from arguing with anyone right now. the only thing you can now is smiling at hanna, appreciating her presence here with sebastian and their kids and norbert. "thanks," you mutter, watching her short blonde air bounce as she truts into the kitchen.

    as you sit by yourself in the living room, watching the vettels kids playing by themselves silently while their parents helping you with chores, watching the adults going back and forth the kitchen as if their home, watching corinna and annie giving orders, watching gina somehow making jokes in the kitchen to light up the mood and mick standing in the kitchen not knowing what to do though he tried to help, you realise that you might lose your father, but maybe you gain another, two maybe three mothers, a grandparent, a sister, little siblings. most importantly, you gain a partner who understands you inside and out and you didn't plan to lose any of them soon.

the end

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just mick being the cutest boy ever at the drivers parade on singapore gp <333 (source)

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Mick Schumacher at the Drivers Parade in Singapore

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