#Mich Schumacher fanfic

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Your Royal Highness - M. Schumacher

Summary: Y/n gets lost at the Spanish Grand Prix and bumps into Angie, Mick's dog. They build a small friendship. What will happen if princess Y/n and Mick meet? Genre: fluff

The sound of roaring engines and the smell of gasoline filled the air as Princess Y/n stood in the midst of Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya. The third free practice for Formula 1 ended two hours ago, making Formula 2 race their Sprint Race.

She was invited by the organisation, together with her family. The family liked watching any kind of motorsport, especially F1. Well, King Marcos loved the sport since he karted during his younger years, and he had some close friends within the sport. Y/n liked the sport as well, it became a sport she would watch together with her dad. The rest of the family watched it because they were forced to, not because they wanted to.

Y/n was walking around the paddock alone, as she escaped from the press and guards. She wanted to be on her own for a moment; no fake smiling (for as far it is possible due to the facemask), no standard conversations, and not being alert for a moment. But amidst the excitement of being alone and away from everyone, she had somehow lost her way. Y/n was now standing somewhere between cars, trucks, and maintenance stuff. Not the paddock.

Disoriented, Y/n wandered around. She didn't have her phone with her. For a moment, she liked to be alone, not knowing where she was, since she always was spotted somewhere. But she was lost.

Then she saw a dog walking towards her. Y/n stopped walking and crouched down, ensuring she wouldn't lose her balance on the heels she wore. The Australian Shepherd looked disoriented as well. The big eyes gazed at the princess.

"Hey," she softly said. "You are lost too, aren't you?" Y/n put her facemask under her chin and looked around, there was no one around. "I am, actually," she said to the dog. "I have no idea where I am. But we will figure this out together. Your owner needs to be here too," and reached out to pet the dog's head gently.

The dog wagged its tail gratefully, as if it understood her words. Y/n got up, grabbed the lease, and they were walking in a random direction. Y/n put on her facemask again when she faced some people again. At least she was back in the paddock area again, now she had to find someone who would take care of the dog, or find the owner of the dog.

"Hello, there."

Y/n looked at the man who was standing in front of her. Then her eyes fell on the dog, who happily walked to the man and nudged his leg. The man in question was Sebastian Vettel, driver for Aston Martin. Y/n recognised him from his eyes, hair, and of course, his clothes. Sebastian petted the dog. "Is this your dog?"

"This is Angie," Sebastian replied. "She is the dog of a very good friend of mine. Did you find her somewhere or..?"

"Ah, I see. I was lost, and I think Angie was lost too," she replied and politely smiled. She quickly realised Sebastian couldn't see it due to the facemask.

He nodded. "If you have time, we can bring her back to Mick," Sebastian proposed.

That was the Angie. "Sounds like an excellent plan."

Sebastian nodded, his eyes lighting up from probably his smile from under the facemask. Sebastian led the way, with Angie trotting happily beside him. Y/n followed him closely - well, for as far as she could since of the 1,5-metre distance rule. As they walked through the paddock, she couldn't help but see the behind-the-scenes world of Formula 1 through the eyes of a four-time world champion. Y/n and Sebastian spoke about the weekend and their predictions. It was a glimpse into a world she rarely experienced, and she felt increasingly intrigued by the sport's inner workings. Even though Sebastian was a huge personality within the sport, he was a normal man. No titles were sewed to them.

"So, what makes you want to be here?" Sebastian then curiously asked.

Y/n chuckled. "I got invited, actually."

"And you're bored already? Being in the back of the paddock already?" Sebastian chuckled.

"Ah, crap, you got me there," she playfully replied. "No, I was walking around and deep in my thoughts, and then I got lost, I guess. There is so much happening here, can't keep track of it."

"But are you enjoying your time here?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Good, that is what matters."

They neared Haas' area. Y/n never really liked the team - besides the memes and drama they could create. A group of people were in a passionate discussion.

"Mick!" Sebastian called out, disturbing the group. He stopped before the entrance; he obviously couldn't be near them.

Y/n stood slightly behind Sebastian, as she didn't want to stand out. It made her realise it was the first 'normal' conversation she had with someone ever since she arrived. A smile grew on her face when she saw Mick Schumacher's reaction.

Mick's face lit up with surprise and relief when he saw Angie. He apologised to the group of people and walked towards the dog, his friend and the woman. "Angie!" He kneeled down to embrace his dog. "Where have you been?"

Angie responded with delighted barks and a wagging tail.

Her owner looked at Sebastian and then at the woman beside him. He reckoned that she must be a guest from a team's VIP or a VIP in general based on how she was dressed and the energy she showed.

"I found your dog somewhere in the back," Y/n exclaimed. "It seems Angie and I both got lost for a little while."

As their eyes met for the first time, a spark seemed to ignite between her and Mick. Y/n couldn't help but be drawn to the bright colour of Mick's eyes, even from the 1,5-metre distance if it wasn't less.

Mick, too, found himself captivated by her presence. Her eyes were filled with a rare combination of warmth and intelligence.

He chuckled warmly, giving Y/n a grateful nod, still captivated by her presence. "Thank you for bringing her back. She's my troublemaker," he playfully replied, looking back at Angie. "Always finding ways to keep me on my toes when she doesn't get the attention she wants."

It made her chuckle and step towards him, breaking the distance rule. Y/n handed him the lease of Angie. Mick stuck out his hand, grabbing the lease, Their hands touched. It made them both look into each other's eyes immediately. It was like a sparkle got created from their touch.

Y/n cleared her throat and looked away. "No problem, it was my pleasure. She is a delightful companion," she replied, trying to keep it formal enough. She felt a sense of ease and comfort in Mick's presence that she hadn't expected.

As they continued to share glances, the weight of her royal title and fame seemed to fade into insignificance. In that moment, they were simply two people, brought together by a rare moment of bringing Angie back and a shared love for motorsport.

Y/n's heart fluttered under his intense scrutiny, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain. It was as though destiny had woven their paths together, creating a connection that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

Finally, Mick tore his gaze away from Y/n's, returning his attention to Angie. But the spark between them remained, an invisible thread connecting their hearts in a way neither of them could have anticipated.It was just seconds, just a couple of seconds, but so much happened.

"Excuse me," a voice said. "Con permiso," he repeated. It made Y/n and Sebastian turn around. A man was making his way through a crowd. "Y/n, here you are. Your parents almost started a search party," Fernando Alonso mentioned and looked worried, but relieved simultaneously.

Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, you must be important if people have to start a search party for you," Sebastian chuckled.

Y/n forced a smile. "No, he's only joking," she said, giving Fernando an annoyed look, hoping he would shut up and get the hint.

"Your security almost cleared the track," Fernando continued, ignoring the look. "People are looking for you, Y/n."

It made Sebastian widen his eyes. He turned to look at Mick, who didn't understand what was happening. He turned back to Fernando and Princess Y/n. "Your Royal Highness," he said and nodded down.

Mick got up quickly and did the same, not realising the Princess of Spain had found his dog. "My apologies, Ma'am. I didn't recognise you because of the facemask."

Y/n looked unamused at Fernando, who obviously blew her cover. She turned to the two German drivers and smiled, hoping her eyes would show it too. "It is fine," she replied. "And please, call me just Y/n. But if you will excuse me, my family is looking for me. Good luck on qualifying today, both of you." She petted Angie on her small head and stepped away, walking alongside Fernando.

"What did you do this time?" Fernando asked.

"'What did I do this time?'," she mocked. "Well, I brought Angie back to Mick Schumacher and I met Sebastian Vettel in the meantime," she answered.

"I'm surprised," he responded. "Your people are freaking out because they couldn't find you anywhere," he mumbled, leaning closer to Y/n.

She smirked. "Mateo sucks at his job, then." They both laughed. "But tío Nando, I had a normal conversation for the first time. I would like to disappear more often to have normal conversations like that."

"You tell Mateo and your parents about it," Fernando replied, pushing her to the VIP area. 

Taglist: @itsjustkhaos@crashingwavesofeuphoria@maryvibess

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paper-thin walls | m.s.

PAIR. neighbour!mick schumacher x single mother!reader

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

WC. 5.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hard way, it is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

amelia startled, and your heart dropped.  fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so what—”

“would yo—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s a pull-out.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you don’t even know my name.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“goodnight, mick.”

“sweet dreams, y/n.”

[paddockbunny]

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

"I need you out of these stupid breeches"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Daddy…..choke me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[internetgremlin-writes]

Pre-Announcement Announcement!

Hello gremlins <3

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

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

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

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

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

[illicitlimerence-writes]

mr. ocean eyes | m. schumacher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your breath hitched, there they were.

the same ocean eyes as before.

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

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

“what’s wrong?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“uh-uh,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ve got nothing to wear,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

“charles?” you said in a mocking tone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s you… i-”

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

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

“you alright?” he asked, you nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“nothing,” you chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

“what the fuck?” charlotte.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ve got time, liebe.”