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norrisleclercf1 · 6 months

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The Devil is a Fallen Angel

Pairing: Mafia!Mick x Reader

Rating: Pg-17

Words: 2.3K

Requested: Yes/No

Warnings: Kidnapped, drugging?, angst, some fluff, heartbreak, we're having fun tonight

Part 1: An Angel and A Devil

Synopsis: Mick didn't think he'd lose you, and he certainly didn't plan of losing you forever

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope this lives up to ya'lls expectations!

There's a quote you remember from one of your literature classes. It was a brilliant quote. It comes to you as you drive through the mountains of Germany. Be careful who you trust, the Devil was once an angel.

"Hehehe, I knew I liked her for a reason." Mick groans, rolling on his garage floor as his father stands over him. "Da," "You know, never took you to get distracted by a pretty face. Then again, you are my son. Anyways, where'd she go?" Mick rolls onto his back, closing his eyes. Nausea sends him rocking, trying to ground himself as his body spins.

"Hey," Michael claps loudly, blending in with the thunder. "Where'd my pretty daughter-in-law go?" Cracking an eye open, Mick feels that familiar clamp of his throat and scurries to a trash can, heaving his stomach into the can. "This is just sad, Mick. She didn't even give you a full dose, and you're sick like a newborn." Michael shakes his head, looking around the garage.

"Pardon," Mick rolls back, lying on the ground as he sucks in the crisp, chill air. "Me for getting sick. The love of my life tricked me, drugged me, and I had to get dragged down as she took off in the damn car, leaving me here." He rasps, wiping his mouth. Sitting up, he spits, trying to rid the taste in his mouth. "Mick, you should've known she'd retaliate. You got distracted because you were thinking of," "If you finish that sentence, I don't care if you're my father. I'll kill you." Michael closes his mouth, watching the fire burning in his son's eyes.

"Mmm, we better find her. She doesn't know her way around here, and with our enemies and allies, who knows who'll get to her first." Mick stands. He rocks, but Michael steadies him, ensuring he doesn't fall. "She," Sucking in another breath, he rolls his neck, the drug slowly disappearing. "She took my car. It has a tracker in it." Michael nods, grabbing a set of keys and helping his son to the car.

"I never should've lied. If this is my punishment, I'll take it. Just don't hurt her." Michael rolls his eyes, hearing his son's whispers. "Mick, I swear if you're praying. I'm leaving you on the side of the road." Glaring, Mick shuts up as the two blondes follow the tracker. "Here, we're," Mick stopped, seeing that the tracker wasn't moving. "Stop!" Michael slams on the brake. Mick, not waiting, bolts out of the car, rain battering his body, soaking him to the bone. "No."

Rushing down the ditch, he sees the car lying in the mud and water. Broken glass, blood, footprints, and drag marks surround him as he starts to spin around. "Y/N! Y/N!" He roars. Michael slides down the ditch, studying the scene. "Mick, Mick, stop yelling." Grabbing his son by his shoulder. "Goddammit! She's not here, Mick. She's not here." Mick just stares at his father. The words sink in, sending his face grumbling as he screams loudly, Michael holding him tight.

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"You could've made it look less like a kidnapping," Shoving your foot hard, you kick the back of the driver's seat. "Ow," They groan, blue eyes meeting yours. "A thank you would've been nice, you know?" "Oh, oh, a thank you?" You snap back, growing fussy with each passing movement. "A warning would've been nice, Sebastian, but you decided to hide this fact because Mick is your godson!" Kicking his seat hard, Sebastian slams on the brakes, sending you flying into the back of it.

"Listen here," The older German turns around, facing you as the dark backcountry wood road is the only thing around you two. "I only helped you because Michael called and said you needed to leave. I never would've done this to Mick or my family. That boy loves you, Y/n. Like air, and right now, I'm ripping away the only thing he's got." Sebastian spats, furious at you for the first time ever. "And right now, I don't need some prissy, popular, no good, foul mouth, little GIRL yelling at me." Sebastian seethes, the two of you breathing hard, staring at one another.

"Drive the stupid car," You hiss, baring your teeth like an animal. "What do you think I was doing?" He snaps back, turning back around and slamming the car into gear. "You're such a brat," Sebastian whispers, you snarl kicking the back of his seat again.

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"Mick, baby, you need to eat," Corrina whispers at his door, knocking on it. "Go away," His meek voice broke through. "Corrina, leave the boy alone," Michael whispers, fingers trailing his wife's arm. "He hasn't eaten in almost 2 weeks. He can't keep doing this," She whispers, holding the simple plate of crackers and cheese.

"Corrina, he lost the girl. Let him grieve." Michael hisses, but Corrina refuses to listen. "The only reason he lost that girl is because of you." Shoving the plate into his chest, storming down the hall, and spitting off German. "What does she mean?" "Scheisse," Michael jumps, holding the plate, turning as he glares at the ghost of his boy. "Nothing, she means nothing. You know how your mother is, dramatic." Michael chuckles, the nerves getting to him as Mick glares at him.

"Papa, what did you do?" Mick is a dog with a bone, refusing to let go once he caught it. "Nothing, Mick. Jesus, all I did was tow the car and tell them to call off the search." His son's eyes widen hearing that, stepping out of the room. "Why would you do that?" Michael swallows, stepping back. "Don't question me, and eat your damn crackers and cheese. You're worrying your mother." Shoving the plate into Mick's chest, Michael follows after Corrina, begging her to talk to him.

"Dumbass," Mick whispers, closing the door and returning to his laptop. He gave you a necklace with little angel wings a while ago, but it was unknown to you that it had a tracker. Lucky enough for him, you never took it off when you ran for him. Sitting down, he bites into one of the crackers and gags. Nothing has tasted good for him in the past 2 weeks. Everything was bland with little to no taste; it was almost like everything had lost its flavor or color when you left.

Spitting out the cracker, he wipes his mouth, watching as the screen beeps and zooms in. "There you are," He smiles, leaning in as he laughs, shaking his head. "Right under my nose,"

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"Class is fine, Mama, and yes, Mick and I did break up." You huff into the phone, tired of the older woman badgering you. She didn't understand why you would break up with your perfect boyfriend. You hated asking Sebastian to bring you back here but needed normalcy. The older German is still at the University teaching his Ecosystems class, and you see him playing with his bees.

Now you know why Mick was always around him and why he only ever called him Sebastian. The older man watched you, ensuring you never told anyone Mick's secret. "Mama, I have to go, okay bye." Hanging up the phone, you groan, rubbing your eyes as you sit at the old table. The table you and Mick first met at, where you two fell in love, whispers of children and marriage. You hated and loved this table.

"I hate that I miss you," Words soft, tracing the delicate bumps of your initials carved into the table. You can still remember when Mick pulled out the little pocket knife and started to mark the pristine table. "I hate that you left me," You smile, hearing Mick's voice clear as day. Even your thoughts were starting to sound just like him. "I had to," "Did you, though?" You turn, seeing Mick standing at the end of the bookcases, sunglasses pushing his hair back.

The locks are longer, wearing baggy pants, a white tank top, and a black button-up thrown open. A chain necklace around his neck and multiple rings adorning his fingers. "Mick," You gasp, scrambling out of the chair, your back hitting the wall, leaving you utterly trapped and at his mercy. "Engel, you ran from me. You're okay." He whispers, moving closer to you. Wrists ache with the memory of the chains that kept you to him.

"Come any closer, and I scream," His eyes narrow at that threat but soften as he shakes his head. "Y/n, we both know that no one is in here. It's almost midnight, and this is the time I'd always come to study. You've been repeating our schedule." He reaches out, flinching away from his touch, which has his entire body run cold.

Not once did he ever think the love of his life would flinch when he goes to touch them, not once. But, here you are, jerking from his touch. "Engel," He whispers, dropping his hand and eyes filling with tears. "Don't, don't do that." You whisper, seeing this boy before you break. "I've hurt you," His words muffled, trying to stop his tears. "Mick, stop. Don't think your crying is going to change anything." You whisper, closing your eyes. The moment you honestly looked at him, you'd cave, and it's the end of you.

"Please, Engel, I'm sorry, forgive me." He whispers, breath warm on your cheek, able to feel the pressure of his body against your own. "Mick, no." You whisper eyes screwed shut. Mick drops his head, bending his knees. He falls to the floor, knees cracking as he hits the floor. "I'll even beg you. Please, Y/n, please, I'm begging you. Don't leave me again, please." Arms wind around your waist, a nose brushing your hip as Mick holds you tight, begging you.

"I'll die if you want me to die. I'll do it." Mick's honey voice is muffled by your stomach as he rubs his nose in your hip, having missed your warmth and smell. "Mick, I," You're at a loss for words. What do you say to the man who killed you, who lied about everything, yet you aren't angry anymore. Your soul is just yearning for him, and you hate that. "Get off me!" You scream so loud, slamming him off you. Mick flies back, landing on the ground with a groan and a gasp of air.

"Engel, please." He groans, reaching out as you wipe the salty tears streaking down your face. "Fuck you, fuck you and your family. Fuck it all, Mick, we're done." You gasp, trying to stop the shakes as you bolt off, leaving everything. "Y/n! NO!" Mick roars, and the sound of thumping feet pounds after you as you move through the empty library, heading for the doors.

Bolting out, you don't look back. Two arms reach around you as you let out a screech, almost animalistic. "Stop, stop, you're safe." Michael's voice fills your head, with you sagging into his chest. "Let me go, please. I can't do this. I love him, Michael, but I can't." You whisper as you see Mick run up to you. "Engel, please just let me explain everything. I can't lose you. It'll kill me." He whispers, caging the front of you between him and his father.

"Mick, stop manipulating the girl," Michael growls, arms tightening around you. "I'm no," Mick stops, staring at your face. "She's coming with us," Mick growls, refusing to lose you this easily. "Mick, no," Michael argues, but Mick shakes his head. "I can't lose you," He whispers, leaning in as he kisses you gently, unable to help yourself to kiss him back. "I love you, always remember that. Okay?" Still drunk off his kiss, you nod numbly, feeling Michael pull you back.

"Come on, we're going home. It's okay. We're doing this to protect you." Michael rubs a comforting hand on your back as you suck in a shaky breath. "Take me home, please." Exhaustion seeping into bones. "Shhh, it's okay." He whispers, placing you in his car as Mick climbs onto his bike behind you. "We're going home," You whisper, hating how your heart craves from the Swiss mountains, watching as Mick covers his perfect halo of hair.

"I'm sorry, I thought having Sebastian get you out would help you and Mick. Instead, I've hurt you both far more." Michael whispers, the car horror movie silent. "I didn't ask that of you. I escaped on my own." Michael smiles, remembering the state he found his son in. "That you did. I was just trying to protect you." "I don't need your fucking protection." You snap like an angry child. Michael says nothing, the same silence filling the car.

"How," Clearing your throat, almost like the words are choking you. "How do you love someone who's lied to you about everything?" The question hangs in the air, Michael chewing your words over. "You don't. You learn to love the pretty lies the boy has given you, and don't question it. If he's lying, it's not because he doesn't love or respect you. He's doing it because he's protecting what little light he's got. Now that you know, he's covered in darkness. Be that light for him; be the nieve little girl he wants you to be again. Don't ask him anything, ask me. Let me be the bad guy." Michael pleads, the love for his son endless.

"Has he killed before?" "Yes," Michael doesn't miss a beat to your question. "Why?" Michael casts a glance your way and sighs. "Last year, a guy followed you home. Mick was watching from the shadows. He killed him without a second thought. I almost killed him for that, but he didn't regret it. The only time he kills is for you." Your stomach twists and turns, hearing that Mick only kills when it comes to you.

"I don't ask him to kill anyone for me." You whisper, the air being sucked out of you. "You don't have to. He'd kill me for you if he had to. There's this old saying about the Devil," "The devil is a fallen angel." You and Michael say at the same time and stare at one another. "Be proud, angel. You've got your own Devil." Michael whispers.

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thisismeracing · 9 months

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Angels like you | MS47

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, not proofread, etc, etc. ― Summary: They say misery loves company, maybe that's why Yn accidentally made Mick miserable too. ― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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vlog-- m.schumacher social media au

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softtdaisy · 5 months

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🌲 new year kisses l mick schumacher

summary. mick has been your new year kiss for years. what happens the day he met someone new?

words count. 2,119

a/n. i honestly don't really know what to think about this one?? I really hope you will love it🫶

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The stars were shining, the music was loud, the people were screaming. No doubt, you were at the annual New Year’s party at your friends’ house.

It has become a tradition now. They were doing this in a rooftop apartment in Berlin, it felt out of the world and time. Maybe that was the whole point of this party, finally. To live a life you weren’t used to, act differently and do what you were scared of most of the time. It was refreshing to end the year like this. Both for you and for Mick.

Because they were his friends, first. He was the one who brought you here, right when you started becoming friends. He wanted to share this moment with you. There were still a few things beating the feeling he had when he came here every year. This feeling of putting his issues and fear at the door and just living the beautiful life he was supposed to have.

“How come I’m still amazed by this place every year?” Mick asked, taking off your coat. You turned around to answer him, telling him that you were feeling exactly the same. But you got lost in his blue eyes. In magnificent, perfect eyes that were undressing you. You may have cheated a little, wearing the silver dress you knew he loved on you, to get this exact look from him.

You went with him at the end of the season party a few weeks ago, wearing this same dress. You could never forget Mick, being completely drunk, whispering in your ear “being around you is like a little death.” And if you thought for a second that, maybe, he didn’t realize the meaning behind the expression, the wink he gave you and the way his hand fell slowly at the end of your back were enough to prove to you he knew.

You put a hand on his arm. “I told you,” you finally replied, “it’s magic.” You gave him the biggest smile, trying to save him from his thoughts. And yours, too. Coming back here was like letting your feelings come back again too. These two things seem to go together.

And while Mick took your hand to bring you inside, you chose to put all of this aside. Waiting for the moment that you knew would happen later. The one that would wreck your mind again. Like every year.

“Here comes the couple!” you heard your friends say. You rolled your eyes while Mick laughed, bringing you even closer to him. You felt his lips on your hair, the kind of kiss you were always craving for. It was easy to play around the idea of you being together. It wasn’t the case. It has never been.

When you met Mick, there was an evident chemistry and attraction between you. Everybody saw it to the point some drivers assumed you were his girlfriend the first time you went to a Grand Prix weekend.

But that was the sad part. You weren’t. Because you were both seeing different people at that time.

During the first months of your new friendship, you grow closer, dealing with your attraction for each other without doing anything that could hurt your partner. Some moments were harder than others. Mick’s arms have become your safe place and some parts of you hated that nothing could ever beat this feeling. And you knew for sure that you were the only one that could calm his anxiety.

Maybe these things were part of the reasons you both ended up single before your first friendship anniversary. The thing was, if you were close before, you were even closer now that there were no “other people”. You slept together in the same bed naturally and way too often for just friends. Nothing ever happened, except for some kisses and hugs that lasted longer than they should. But the way he was caressing your hair when your face fell naturally on his chest, the way he would whisper sweet words to your ears while you were playing with the line on his chest. These weren’t things friends should no.

You both knew it.

You were both too scared of what could happen if you decided to speak up.

It was easy as long as none of you found someone to spend their life with.

“What are you looking for?” you asked Mick. You noticed how he seemed to search for something right when you walked inside. You frowned, looking at the same place he did to understand what he could have been searching. It didn’t make sense. You just arrived.

You saw his cheek turning red before he turned his head to you. “Where we kissed last year.”

You rolled your eyes to hide your shyness. He didn’t need to remind you what happens every year here. You perfectly remember that.

It has become some kind of tradition over the years. It started at your first New Year together.

You were both newly single, ready to drink to forget and enjoy the night with your favorite friend. And you did have fun. Dancing so much you had stiffness. Singing so loud you lose your voice.

So closed you ended up kissing each other at midnight like it was the most natural thing to do.

You didn’t question it that night. The feeling of Mick’s soft lips on yours, his hands lost everywhere on your body and his smile, oh that smile, pressing against yours was so magic that you didn’t want to know if it was right or wrong. It didn’t matter as long as you appreciated the moment.

You barely ever talked about it. Just saying that it was a fun and nice thing to do and complimenting each other on your kissing competences. But it didn’t mean a thing.

Right?

And it was perfectly fine that it happened again every time. It was the only moment you could think that maybe this new year would be the one where you would finally confess your feelings and try something together.

In the end it always ended up the same: Mick got so focused on his career that he didn’t want to start a relationship and your own job prevented you from traveling as much as you would. Each time you saw each other you got closer but without ever crossing the couple line. It was an eternal circle you weren’t sure would end one day.

“Ten!”

You turned around, noticing all your friends started the countdown already. How could you not even see it was finally midnight? You put your champagne glass on the counter, watching everyone running to the living room.

“Nine!”

You laughed nicely at the couple who just left the bathroom in a hurry, clearly stopping what they were doing to be with their friends. It reminded you of your thir New Year you spent with Mick. For some reason, you managed to get locked in the bathroom together. You freaked out first, sad that you won’t be with everybody else for that moment. But then you started laughing at the situation. In the end, it wasn’t that bad that nobody could see you kiss at midnight, again this year.

It was the first time you wondered if maybe this could be more than just an ambiguous friendship.

“Eight!”

Thinking about Mick didn’t bring him to you. You looked around, confused. You can’t lose a tall blonde man like him, it’s impossible. But you couldn’t see him anywhere, not even when you joined all your friends.

“Seven! Six!”

You asked around if they saw Mick. Some of them ignored you, deliberately or not, some laughed, thinking it was some kind of joke. How would they know if you don’t? You were the one supposed to be with your best friend. So focused on your search, you didn’t notice some of their looks on you. Meaningful. Quite sad, too.

“Five!”

You had a hard time finding your way to the other room, they were all so close to each other they were like a big whole person. Maybe it was a sign from the universe that you should go further. That you should stop before the disaster.

“Four! Three!”

You finally saw Mick, on the balcony. You were wondering why he was there? Why would he be outside by himself? You walked to the door, ready to join him.

“Two!”

Before you opened the door, you saw him laugh. Then you saw her.

“One!”

You watched silently, incapable of moving, while he grabbed her face between his hands.

“Happy new year!”

Or was it, really?

Could it be a good year when it starts with the man you’re so deeply and secretly in love kissing another woman in front of you? What hurts, was that it hit so close. She looked just like you and you felt like a watcher, looking at your relationship with Mick. The way he always kissed you with his hands on your face like that so his thumbs could caress your skin, how he would always smile against your lips, how his whole body was reacting to the kiss.

Expect it wasn’t you. Not this time.

You kept watching them. Hoping that maybe you were dreaming. That it wasn’t Mick.

But the truth was there. It felt like a hole in your heart, one that kept growing each second that passed. You felt selfish. Feeling this bad when all Mick did was finding someone new. When you were too scared to confess your own feelings.

It wasn’t until your friends started to come over you, screaming and singing like you were supposed to, that you realized it wasn’t fair. Neither to you, to keep getting your heart broken because you couldn’t take your eyes out of them. Or to Mick, to expect him to wait for your strength to show up and not try to find love again until then.

“Happy new year!” you heard them and you let them take you away in their happiness, pretending you were fine. And maybe the drinks and the music helped you forget for another hour what has just happened. You just pretended everything was just fine and since you still haven’t seen Mick, you could act like it was just a lie. Maybe, in another universe, he wasn’t even there and didn’t ruin you without meaning it.

It was almost 2 when you saw Mick again. Someone had spilled their drink on you by accident and you were now looking for a sweatshirt in whoever room you were in. You heard the door opened in your back and assumed it was the bed’s owner that was just checking you weren’t making a mess. Which you could have done, since you were shaking from how you were with your wet dress.

But it wasn’t. “Honey, you’re here!”

You almost stumbled from the chair you used to have access to the top of the wardroom. Mick noticed, rushing to put his hands on your waist to catch you. “That would be a pretty bad way to start the year with broken bones.” He laughed and for a few more seconds, you put aside all that happened earlier. Just enjoying this feeling of being in his arms, again.

Then the truth hit you when you saw the lipstick marks. On his lips, on his cheek. Even on the collar of his shirt.

Mick had found someone to kiss tonight. And it wasn’t you.

“Someone had fun, I see.” you tried to sound as light-hearted as possible, not letting any sad feelings appear in your voice. But considering how drunk Mick looked, he probably wouldn’t even notice.

The huge smile that drew on his face the moment you talked about that let you know you were right. He had no idea what was going on in your head. “I have so much to tell you! She gave me her number, I’m seeing her again to see if we can make this work out somehow.” He looked so happy, almost jumping around like a kid on christmas day. You didn’t have the heart to break his happiness with your sadness.

So you put your hands on his face and give him a light kiss on the forehead. “I’m so happy for you Mick. You deserve this.” You didn’t need to find any excuse for the tears in your eyes. He started to hug you tight against him before he even got the time to see them.

This is what you get for being too scared of speaking in fear of losing the man you love.

You end up losing him anyway to another woman.

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lxclerc · 1 year

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Mick insta!au - engagement

pairing: mick schumacher x reader rated: fluff

lex's 2k party

Instagram AU

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mickschumacher a very special weekend with a very special girl

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gina_schumacher have a great weekend, you two!!

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yourusername i adore you so much, gina

charles_leclerc congratulations, mate! ❤️ Liked by mickschumacher

carlossainz55 drinks on me! congrats, cabron! ❤️ Liked by mickschumacher

user1 my literal parents oh my god

estabanocon i call best man!

lance_stroll no i am

mickschumacher actually sebastian already said yes to being best man

estabanocon of course. anything seb wants

lance_stroll what he said

user2 i love this trio so much

user3 why am i crying right now?

lewishamilton all the best wishes for the two of you!

yourusername hi lewis. i know it says there i'm engaged but i'm actually single and free this thursday

mickschumacher y/n!!!

yourusername don't ruin my game, mick. it's eight time world champion sir lewis hamilton

lewishamilton 🤣🤣

user4 honestly, can you blame her?

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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baby fever - mick schumacher

summary: you and mick go public with the announcement of your pregnancy via instagram.

images are NOT mine, all were found on the internet. full credit to the original owners.

yourusername ✔️ & mickschumacher ✔️

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yourusername we can’t wait to meet you little miss schumacher 💜

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danielricciardo YO ????????

↳ yourusername I KNOW ?????

f1 congratulations to you both!

↳ mickschumacher 🖤

ginaschumacher hot momma 🤍

↳ yourusername 😘🤍

lewishamilton wonderful news!

↳ yourusername lewis this doesn’t mean i don’t still fancy you bc i do

↳ lewishamilton i know, y/n… but you love mick too😉

sebastianvettel WOOHOOOOOOOO

↳ yourusername grandads learned how to use instagram

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher just a few polaroids that didn’t make the cut 💙

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yourusername she looks so small in these pictures 🥺

↳ mickschumacher our little girls growing baby🖤

pierregasly i will pay you €50 if you name her after her uncle pierre 👀

↳ mickschumacher y/n says no and if you ask again she will get a restraining order 🙄

↳ yukitsunoda15 she’s naming her after me pierre 😊

↳ yourusername as hard as it is to say this… no i’m not yuki 🫶🏼

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher my girls 🤍

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yourusername back when she wasn’t breaking mummy’s back and pressing onher bladder😌

↳ charles_leclerc surely it’s not that bad y/n

↳ yourusername sorry charles i don’t see you squeezing out a child from your penis 🙄

↳ yourusername ok that was mean sorry x

↳ carlossainz55 she’s right tho i’d like to see you try 😉

lancestroll Y/N getting pregnant this year was not something i had on my bingo card

↳ mickschumacher you and me both 🥹

↳ sebastianvettel you couldn’t keep your hands off of one another for a week straight

↳ mickschumacher keep your voice down

ginaschumacher 🤍🤍

↳ mickschumacher 🤍🤍

yourusername✔️

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yourusername ronnie’s getting impatient 🥹

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lillymhe she’s getting so big now!

↳ yourusername i know 🥹

estebanocon uncle estie bestie pending 👀

↳ danielricciardo don’t forget uncle danny!

↳ charles_leclerc hello ??? uncle charles🙄

↳ sebastianvettel don’t forget about me!

↳ yourusername yes you’re all gonna be uncles… user sebastianvettel is gonna be a grandad

mickschumacher i seriously am so in love with you 🥰

↳ yourusername don’t lie

↳ mickschumacher i am so in love with you(r boobs)

↳ yourusername that’s more like it 😌

itselenaberri ✔️

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itselenaberri she’s almost ready to pop🤍

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yourusername thank you for the most amazing shower! 🖤

itselenaberri 🖤🖤

mickschumacher god my wife looks beautiful

↳ landonorris WIFE ?????

↳ danielricciardo EXCUSE ME ???

↳ lewishamilton your what?🤣

↳ yourusername there’s a question you need to ask me before calling me that baby

yourusername ✔️

liked by ginaschumacher, yukitsunoda15 and 5,201,937 others

yourusername missy’s due date 🤍

mickschumacher how has it been nine months?

charlotte_siine she’s almost here!!

danielricciardo can i give her a ric3 shirt?

↳ lewishamilton i’ll give her a +44world shirt we’ll see which one she likes best

↳ danielricciardo deal

carlossainz55 betting that she comes in 3 days, 4 hours, 42 minutes & 28 seconds

↳ charles_leclerc 6 days, 8 hours, 10 minutes and 3 seconds

↳ pierregasly 10 days, 2 hours, 19 minutes and 58 seconds

↳ mickschumacher ???? you’re not betting on my baby ????

↳ yourusername mick shush. boys i want in on this bet

yourusername ✔️ & mickschumacher ✔️

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yourusername michaela-elisabeth marie schumacher, our beautiful baby girl 🤍 born yesterday at 08:37am✨

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📌 yourusername thank you for all the beautiful words & wishes! we are doing very well 🤍

pierregasly congratulations!

↳ pierregasly my bet was closest btw

georgerussell63 congratulations guys! she’s gorgeous 🥹

alex_albon 🤍🤍🤍

lewishamilton congratulations y/n and mick, she is gorgeous. a beautiful name for a beautiful baby 💙

haasf1team congratulations on a new team member!

↳ mickschumacher 🥹💙

estebanocon uncle estie is finally happening !!!!

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher perfection 🤍

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yourusername the way she looks at you 🥹🥹

↳ mickschumacher you have some competition now x

ginaschumacher when can i have cuddles 🥺

↳ yourusername come over! she’s home 🤍

itselenaberri she is so small!

lilymhe 🥺🥺🥺 hi babygirl!

carlossainz55 little princess!

↳ yourusername say that to me one more time and my next child will be with you

↳ carlossainz55 😳😳

↳ mickschumacher hello ??????

↳ yourusername hey 😌

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neymarsangel · 9 months

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Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 4

Read Part Three here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut, fluff ish

Word Count: 3.6K

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The dinner felt like a lifetime and Mick’s teasing didn’t subside and neither did your attitude towards him but after years of media training, you could quickly hide your emotions. Max on the other hand, not so much. If looks could kill then Mick would more indefinitely be dead although, his Mum and Mick’s Mum clearly didn’t pick up on his disgust towards his former friend.

“So y/n,” Mick’s Mum caught your attention as you did your best to ignore her son. “How are your family?” Her smile infected you, she always had that effect on people.

“They’re good although I don’t see them as much as I’d like to. I mainly spend the downtime before another race on my own.”

“y/n!” Gina’s ecstatic voice made you look up from your food. “You haven’t been to the ranch in years, there’s a break before Spain. Come and ride the horses like old times with me!”

“Well if you did you wouldn’t be alone,” Mick spoke.

“Come on y/n, Billy misses you.” Gina referenced her horse. “And I never get to see you anymore.”

You couldn’t say no to Gina. She was a walking bundle of joy no matter where she was. She always had the power to make even the saddest of people smile. “I’ll think about it.” You smiled back at her. “I may see my parents soon, seeing as they don’t come to the races-”

Mick’s Mum suddenly spoke. “They still haven’t attended a race yet?” Her brows arched at her own question.

“Not any since I’ve joined Redbull. They’re just busy all the time and Formula 1 isn’t really their scene.”

“How so?” Gina asked.

“Too many rich people.”

Mick let out a light laugh at your words, his gaze falling to you as he interjected. “Do they know who their daughter is? And the sport she’s in?”

“Well considering I’m never home anymore I’m sure they’re aware.” Your smile was sarcastic as you met Mick’s gaze, something that boiled Max’s blood even more. Knowing the truth behind the two of you he knew Mick was only ever going to taunt you for his own personal gain, anyone that smug didn’t deserve an ego boost.

“Do they still work?” Mick asked despite knowing the answer to his question.

“They do, they won’t let me retire them-”

“Well to me they seem very proud, not the type to scream from the rooftops.” Max quickly butted in, sending a reassuring smile towards you as the words left his lips.

“Can’t imagine why they wouldn’t scream from the rooftops though,” Despite Max’s attempt to end the conversation about your family, Mick clearly wanted to continue. “It’s not every day someone like you climbs to the top-”

“Someone like me?” Your head snapped to the side, sending a glare towards the blonde. Your actions alone made his hand jump from your inner thigh. “What someone with no money? No status in your world-”

“That’s not what I meant…” His words were stern, almost like he was talking down to you.

“You sure Mick?”

“y/n I meant someone who doesn’t have family in the industry-”

“So a status in the industry?”

“Don’t make this a big thing.” His voice fell to a whisper before he spoke louder. “Not like that, I meant a foot in the door. You and Lewis have a similar story.”

You wanted to yell something back at him, believing he was implying something different when Max’s phone suddenly sounded. Excusing himself from the table he walked away leaving everyone in silence to finish their drinks whilst he paced the restaurant.

“Take your hand off my thigh.” You spoke through gritted teeth at the man who quickly obliged with your request.

“y/n I didn’t mean to imply-”

“Imply what Mick? That I wasn’t rich enough for your sport? That I wasn’t at a high enough status for you?”

“No.” His eyes poured into yours. “Money doesn’t matter in this sport-”

“Of course the rich guy who got here because of his Dad would say that.” Rolling your eyes you slumped back in your chair.

“You know it wasn’t easy for me.”

“But easier for you than me.” You hit back at his words, taking Mick back. As he opened his mouth to reply Max’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention.

“I’m really sorry guys I’m going to have to leave. My neighbour just called and Jimmy managed to escape the flat and now he’s hiding in my neighbour's house. He has a dog so poor Jimmy is stressed out. I’m grabbing a flight now.” Max turned to you. “Can you make your way back to the hotel? Or shall I call you a car?”

Smiling at the brunette a smirk filled your face as you spoke. “I’ll be fine Max, I can get Gasly to come and pick me up.”

Smirking back at your words, knowing you were only trying to piss Mick off he spoke. “I’ll text him a heads up.”

“I can take you back.” Mick now mirrored your and Max’s expression. “I think Gasly mentioned he was heading back to France early, he had a dinner planned with his parents.”

Brilliant.

“It’s fine, I’ll call Oscar.” Your words took Mick back by surprise.

“Oscar? The reserve driver?”

“Nothing gets past you, Mick.”

“Didn’t even know he was capable of even talking to a woman.” He muttered, his attitude showing.

Max said his goodbyes before heading off to his flat seemingly several hundred miles away. It wasn’t long till everyone else said their goodbyes and made their way to the car park. Unlike everyone else you stood just outside the restaurant door, scrolling through your phone and wondering who you could call to come and pick you up, Settling on Daniel you were about to call him when a familiar voice pulled up beside you.

“You know it’s getting late.” Mick looked down at you, hands in his suit pockets. “I don’t want you out here on your own.”

“Since when did you care about my well-being?”

“Just because we ‘hate’ one another doesn’t mean I don’t look out for you.”

“Does that include during the races?”

“Daer God no.” His smile grew. “I thought me pushing you into the wall would’ve answered that question for you.”

“So you’re admitting it?”

“No one else will believe you.”

“I think a few Redbull fans will.”

He shrugged. “They can believe all they want.” His head turned to look down at you. “I still have the Championship.”

“Because you cheated.”

“Oh y/n let it go.” He pulled out the keys to his car before walking over to the passenger door. He opened it before looking back at you, a silent beg to get in the car. You could wait for Daniel but your bed was calling your name and you could ignore Mick if you really wanted to.

“You know Max and Christian will kill you if they see me leaving your car.” Your heels sounded on the concrete as you obliged and climbed into his car.

“Well,” He closed the passenger side door before jogging around to his door. “Good thing Max is on a plane right now and Christian is probably fast asleep.”

“Lucky bloke.”

“Can join me in my bed if you’d like-”

“You didn’t win so no.”

“Give it time.”

Most of the car ride was silent, thankfully. The only sound was the softness of the radio pouring from the speakers of the car. Mick quietly tapped his steering wheel as he drove, humming every now and again if he recognised a song on the radio. Occasionally he’d turn his head and look over to you, almost like he was preparing himself to say something.

“Is something bothering you Mick?” You broke the silence.

“No.” His gaze flickered to you again. “Why?”

“You keep looking over at me.”

“And?”

“Why?”

“Why not? Am I not allowed to look?”

“It’s not that you’re not allowed more not wanted.”

“Can’t help you look good in that dress.”

“I’ll let Pierre know, he picked it.” Your smug grin caught his attention.

“I bet he did.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Can I ask you something?”

“If you must.”

“Are you really fucking Gasly?”

“Why do you automatically jump to me sleeping with other drivers?”

“Because if the two of you were dating I’m sure you wouldn’t have jumped at the idea of sleeping with me again.” His eyes danced over to meet yours. “Unless you just couldn’t help yourself…”

“I was drunk when I agreed to that.”

“Could’ve backed out.”

“You wouldn’t let me.”

Mick laughed at your words. “Very fair point y/l/n… but you still didn’t answer my question.”

“Is it any of your business?”

“Well, considering I’m sleeping with you I’d rather not share.”

“You always did have a tinge of jealousy to you.”

“Not always, you can flirt with as many men as you want but at the end of the day I know that when I’m at the top of the podium you’ll be coming home with me.”

“And when you’re not?”

“You’re too busy out celebrating to even think of another man, you’ve always been the type to sacrifice any relationship for your success.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“That wasn’t the sole reason why I called it quits.”

“Then what was it? The real reason?”

“It’s complicated y/n.” He pulled up to the hotel car park.

“No, it’s not Mick. You still wanted the luxury of taking home as many girls as you could-”

“Oh come on, you know I’m not like that.”

“You act like it at times.”

Rolling his eyes he turned his car engine off. “I’ll never convince you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t- Shit!” Slumping down in your seat as far as you could your hands attempted to cover your face.

“What are you doing?” Mick scrunched his face up in confusion.

“It’s Christian!” Mick scanned the car park before meeting the dull eyes of Christian Horner. “Shit Mick just drive away!”

“Drive away? He’s just watched me pull in here!”

“Then do something!”

“Like what? I can’t just make him leave!��

“Try anything! He’ll kill me if he sees me with you!”

“Fine.” Mick clambered out of the car, locking his vehicle behind him as he caught the attention of Christian Horner. You honestly thought his plan was to just head back into the hotel, exchanging words with Horner until he was out of sight before coming back to get you but as time passed on that plan you thought he had quickly faded.

You: Where are you?

Mick: Got caught up with Toto, I’ll come to get you soon

You: Are you serious Mick? I’m locked in your car

Mick: At least the seats are comfy

You: Mick please hurry up

Mick: I’ll try

You: No come now

Mick: Toto bought me a drink at the bar, I can’t exactly run off

You: Yes you can, tell him you need to go or that you left something in your car

Mick: And then he catches us together?

You: Mick, please

Mick: Please what my love?

You: Just hurry up

You could feel his smirk through the phone which only pissed you off more. Getting up from your crouched position you sat back in your seat, your head fell back as your eyes quickly shut. Sleep slowly took over your body as you did your best to get comfy in Mick’s car seats. At this point you didn’t even care who saw you in his car, you were good at lying and a good lie would easily get you out of your situation although little did you know you wouldn’t be sleeping long in your rival's car.

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Sunlight disturbed your sleep, causing your eyes to squint open. Raising your hands to cover your face you groaned at the feeling of being awoken. You had every intention to quickly drift back to sleep when a voice caused your eyes to burst open.

“Morning pretty girl.” Bolting up your eyes met Mick’s who was sitting in a chair opposite the bed you were currently in. “Sleep well?”

“Is this your hotel room?” Ignoring his question your eyes scanned your surroundings.

“Well it isn’t yours.” Mick replied as he brought a mug to his lips.

“How did I get here? Did we…?”

“No we didn’t.” A light chuckle fell from his lips. “I planned to walk back in the hotel with Christian when Toto saw me, he asked if I wanted a drink and I couldn’t exactly say no, could I?”

“I mean you could’ve.”

“It’s Toto Wolff you don’t say no.” Rolling your eyes at the man he quickly continued after a light pause. “Anyeay, he bought me a drink and we got to talking, I did try and get away but you don’t run away from Toto Wolff. When I got back to my car you were asleep, I couldn’t just leave you there so I brought you back here. Your dress is over there,” He pointed to your dress which was currently draped over the bathroom door. “I did my best not to look but I wasn’t going to let you fall asleep in that, it looked so uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, Mick.” Surprisingly the pair of you shared a small smile that didn’t have an underline of sarcasm laced to it.

“You’re welcome.” He moved over and handed you a plate of breakfast. “I’ve booked a late check out for this room and yours so I’ll leave you to it.” He grabbed his things before he walked over to you. Leaning down he planted a kiss on your head, a gesture which took you off guard entirely. “I’ll see you in a few days when I take P1.” Sending you a wink Mick quickly left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts.

He didn’t need to do what he did. He could’ve easily left you in his car for the other drivers to see in the morning and Ferrari wouldn’t bat an eyelid at the Stargirl of Red Bull in his car but Christian Horner would. You finished your food in silence before sneaking back to your own room in his clothes, you’d give him his clothes back eventually but you couldn’t lie that they were comfy. Maybe you’d hang on to them for a little longer than you planned. Ironically the next race was the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix which you won, Mick trailed behind in P2 and Lando claimed P3.

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Miami was in full swing. You could tell you were in America as everything was amplified by 100. Celebrities littered the garages as the race quickly approached. You were starting in P2, Max in P1 and Mick in P3. You and Max were finishing up your preparations for the race, and one thing the pair of you started doing was playing a game of snap.

Anyone who looked on would’ve thought the two of you were just being childish and didn’t really care about the race ahead but the truth was when you joined Red Bull your anxiety worsened before a race. Max picked up on this almost instantly and posed the idea of doing something to take your mind off what was going on around you both. He posed the idea of playing snap with a deck of cards, the game allowed you to block everything out and completely focus on what was in front of you. Every week he bought different themed cards, last week it was different breeds of cats this week it was zoo animals.

“Snap!” You called out, pointing to the pile of cards before you both. You both sat crossed-legged on the floor hidden away as you played.

“That’s three to you and one to me.” Max kept a little notepad in the garages to keep the tallies of every game. At the end of the season the pair of you would add up who’d won the most and whoever lost had to buy drinks for the team at the end of the season celebrations.

“At this rate, you’ll be buying the drinks in November.” Smirking up at him you shuffled the card deck before splitting it in two.

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint y/n.” He returned the smirk as he looked at his cards. “Ready?”

You nodded as the two of you started to place one card down at a time, the pair of you watching intently at the actions of the other, ready to jump in at any second. Your focus couldn’t be broken until a number of boos and yells sounded at the garage entrance. Both you and Max raised your heads to see Mick Schumacher come strolling towards you both.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Max spat, standing from the floor.

“I came to speak to-”

“Brilliant you’ve spoken now get the fuck out!” Max blocked Mick from even looking towards you with his frame.

Mick held his hands up in surrender, a smile on his lips. “That’s no way to talk around your teammate's parents.”

“What?” Max scrunched his face up at Mick’s words before his eyes fell on a couple who looked rather similar to you, standing behind the Ferrari driver.

You’d now risen from your spot on the floor and were looking towards the scene before you. “Mum? Dad?” You were just as taken back as Max was. Your parents weaved past your rival and teammate to pull you into a hug. “What are you two doing here?” Your eyes glared at Mick.

“Mick invited us.” Your mother pulled away and smiled at you and Mick. “We couldn’t get here until this morning due to your father’s work but we’re here for the big race!”

“Heard you’re on track to win the World Championship this year!” Your Dad smiled as he spoke. He was always supportive despite knowing very little about Formula 1.

“For now,” Mick spoke, his smug smile gleaming at his remark. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. You would never be able to read him, one minute he wanted to take care of you, making sure you didn’t get in trouble with your team principal then antagonising you to the point where you contemplated throwing a punch at his perfect face.

“You shouldn’t be in here Schumacher,” Max interjected.

“You’re right Verstappen,” Mick spoke to Max but his eyes never left yours. “Good luck y/l/n. Be safe out there.” He turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage without another word.

“He seems lovely.” Your Mum put her hand on your arm. “You used to be teammates, didn’t you?”

“That’s what Mick told us.” Your Dad joined in on the conversation.

“We used to drive alongside one another a few years ago yes, for Haas.” You gave them a light smile, your eyes glued to Mick’s figure slowly fading from your eyesight.

“He speaks very highly of you.”

“Does he?” Max asked.

“Oh yes.” Your Dad smiled. “Says you were one of his closest friends.”

Friends that fucked one another.

“Times change when you get to the top.” Grabbing your helmet you quickly said goodbye to your parents as they took their spots in the garage to watch the race.

The race wasn’t the cleanest. A collision between Max, yourself and George made Max retire and you had an unfortunate stop to the garages.The pit stop fixing your car which took a little too long made you come out behind Mick. You tried everything to get past him but he was defending with every fibre of his being. You finished the race in P2 whilst he took the win.

“That was good racing today y/n, really well done,” Christian spoke down the radio. “There’s an investigation against George so we’ll see what comes from that.”

“Won’t take us to P1 but thank you guys for today, good thing we still had one car on the track, how’s Max?”

“He wants Russell’s head on a stick.” You laughed at your team principal's words, you wouldn’t be surprised if Max was waiting for George in the garages.

“I don't blame him.”

A loud sigh left your lips as you parked your car behind the P2. You knew what it meant if you saw Mick in P1. Another night of hell (liar). Yet your anger didn’t last when you saw your parents standing alongside Christian Horner. The pair of them held your country's flag in their hands, screaming your name. Anyone would’ve thought you’d just become a world champion.

Leaving your car you ran straight to them, holding them close as they sang praises in your ears. You moved on to the garage team and Max before heading off to the podium, your smile growing on your face.

“You that excited to sleep with me again?” Mick leaned down and whispered in your ear. The two of you were waiting with Charles to collect your trophies.

“Not everything’s about you Schumacher.” Mick’s hand trailed down your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“I’ll let you savour the moment with your parents.” You turned your head to meet his gaze. “You can hold up your end of the bet when you come to the ranch.” His lips pecked your forehead before he stepped back, acting like the interaction between himself and you had never happened.

Well, you know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy.

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formulakatya · 1 year

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SLOW DOWN | MICK SCHUMACHER

“slow down, you crazy child, you’re so ambitious for a juvenile but then if you’re so smart tell me why are you still so afraid?”

not my gif :)

summary: falling victim to your high ambition and expectations, you’re lucky that mick is there to help you work through the burn out

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

notes: idk i just love ‘vienna’ by billy joel, unedited (sorry) because my best ideas come quickly and im writing on tumblr for whatever reason when i should’ve done this on google docs

warnings: mentions of burnout and mental health

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“this is so stupid!”

your statement catching his attention, mick looked up from his phone as angie quickly ran over to you as you lightly threw your pen on the table. staring at the physics question again, you quickly picked your pen back up before furiously scribbling your answer to the question.

you were close to ripping your hair out at this point, trying to figure out where you had gone wrong as you repeated the question under your breath, justifying each step of your answer.

and though your oblivion to the state you were slowly spiralling into, mick had recognised it all too well as your current position only confirmed the suspicion he had for the past 2 days or so.

“you should take a break, liebling,” mick spoke, petting angie as the dog came back to him as he sat on the edge of your shared bed. “come on!”

“mick, i can’t,” you sighed, not looking up from your notebook as you furiously scribbled on your notebook, putting your pen down so you could turn to look at him. “i’ve got so much to do and there’s so little time! there’s just too much going on…”

“what do you have to do? i can try to help…”

“past papers, some revision and more studying, i’ve finished my homework but i have loads of studying to do for finals that are in like two weeks,” you let out a sigh as you flipped through the papers scattered on your desk. “then i have to go to the gym and i’ve got training, my tennis match is coming up.”

“slow down,” mick chuckled, “you’ve done enough studying, more than enough throughout the past month or so. you’ll be fine, you don’t have to keep pushing this much.”

“but my grade mick! my grade!” you stressed, desperation evident as you spoke, “it has to be good! it’s either great or nothing. and i still have more to do, i still haven’t brought angie out on a walk and i have to run errands and get some stuff.”

you were spiralling, it was obvious. and with so much on your plate, mick couldn’t blame you for it. though he understood your worries and ambition, he still couldn’t help but want you to slow down and take a break. maybe it was out a selfishness, having wanting to spend a day with you ever since he came back to switzerland but it was also out of concern.

he needed you to cool down before you completely burnt out.

you were highly ambitious and a high achiever for as long as he had known you— only ever wanting to be the best in nearly everything you did from sports to academics. and though the results showed it’s benefits, the mindset also came with its downsides.

“it’s okay to take a break for a day or two, and most importantly, it’s okay to rest. you’re only ever human, and so you can’t do everything at once. there’s no reason to feel guilty,” he let out a laugh as he replied to the response he could foresee coming. “you can finish this last bit of work but promise me you’ll take a break.”

“yeah but-“

“no arguments,” mick cut you off before you could continue. “we’ll bring angie out and get some ice cream or we can do something else. i don’t want you burning out. doing things at a slow pace with breaks will always be better than overdoing things and burning out because reigniting a flame isn’t always easy”

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goldsainz · 9 months

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TALK IT OUT — one shot.

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

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taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix

summary: misunderstandings are never fun, especially when others are involved.

request: “can we have an angst prompt? i personally want to see mick cry because nobody did write him crying yet - lmk if someone did please ❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜ + mick schumacher”

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst to comfort, the ending is rushed im sorry.

NOTE: first mick fic ever… kinda nervous, kinda excited about it. also hope i did your idea justice, i actually struggled to write sad mick bc he should never be sad as far as i’m concerned😭 that is my golden boy and i will fight for him if needed. (this is like 800 words longer than intended it to)

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Tabloids always lied. You knew this, yet there was a small part of you that knew that beneath all those lies a little bit of the truth always shone from beneath them.

You trusted Mick with your whole heart, something that was essential considering he could be gone for several weeks or even months. It wasn’t that you lacked trust in him, you didn’t trust your own overthinking and negative thoughts.

But this time was different, something in your gut told you that this time was different. Something about the way the photo was taken and the way he was smiling, it just didn't make sense. Especially knowing he had told he had no plans of going out. But there he was, smiling down at a girl who looked nothing like you while you waited for him to come back from working abroad.

Suddenly, all the emotions and excitement you had about him coming home turned into pure dread as you figured out what the hell you were going to do. There was a chance that Mick didn’t cheat on you, but the chance felt too foreign for your broken heart to even consider. If Mick was the man you thought he was, he wasn’t someone who would betray you like that, but the situation was too bad to think straight.

It was late at night when your boyfriend arrived, you heard the door open and close all while clutching your pillow tightly. You hoped he would just see your form and assume you’re asleep, leaving you and your thoughts alone. You hoped he wouldn’t take notice of the tears that damped the pillow, the way your breath stuttered a little from all the crying.

The rustle from his bags didn’t stir you. He didn’t call your name like he usually did when he arrived home late from a weeks-long trip. You assumed he didn’t call for you because he saw your “sleeping” form and chose to leave you alone, probably because he knew how much you loved to sleep and knew better than to wake you up.

After a while, the bed dipped as Mick made himself comfortable beneath the bed sheets. He settled next to you, moving around as he draped an arm around your waist. For a moment you relaxed slightly from his touch, like all the worries in the world could be erased simply because he touched you. In all honesty, his absence has made you slightly touch-starved and you let yourself have this moment of peace because you had craved it for weeks. It didn’t take long for reality to settle in though. The reminder of his actions haunted you, it had since you saw the tabloid just mere hours ago.

You fell eventually asleep, albeit late and with a struggle. The heat of Mick’s body had killed you to sleep and the tiredness of being sad had your body calling it a night.

Waking up wasn’t easy. You wanted to pretend the day before had occurred, and in your head if you were asleep forever then you didn’t have to confront whatever happened. A part of you knew that if Mick didn’t do what the article suggested he did, then your relationship could either go on like it was or it would never be the same. You knew yourself, you knew that a small part of you would always have the nagging thought of “what if”, a thought that would follow you around forever.

You stretched as you got out of bed, feeling your boyfriend's sleeping form not shift in the slightest. You brushed your teeth and did your morning routine like usual, just this time with a terrible feeling at the pit of your stomach.

It wasn’t long after that Mick woke up, his eyes tired and his blonde hair a mess. You had your back turned to him as you prepared breakfast, this time instead of making it for the both of you, you just did two toasts and a glass of juice for yourself.

“Hey, how are you?” He said, his voice raspy from just waking up. You just took a bite of your toast and ignored his words, almost acting as if he wasn’t standing near you.

If Mick found your acting strange, he didn’t outright mention it. Instead, he leaned down and went to press a kiss to your lips, just for you to turn your head sideways as you pretended to grab the glass of juice. His lips met your cheek, and while he would never complain about how he kissed you, Mick had been longing to kiss you ever since he left you. It was something he always looked forward to doing whenever he had to leave for long periods of time, or even short ones.

“I missed you.” His voice is unsure now. Unsure about your actions and if you will respond to him. Your humming to his words does little to console the feeling he gets from you ignoring him.

You place the used dishware in the sink, the clattering of the plates disturbs the uncomfortable silence that surrounds you both.

Usually Mick knows how to keep his negative emotions in check pretty well. He never shouts when he’s mad, or cries when he’s upset, he just tries his best to talk out whatever is happening. But right now, having his girlfriend avoid him when he’s come back from an exhausting trip, is just too much for him to comprehend.

You haven’t even done much to get him teary-eyed, it’s just the simple fact that he craves your attention and you’re not giving it to him. He doesn’t even know why you can’t be bothered to give him the time of day, or why you seem so uncomfortable around him.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Mick asks you after some time goes by, watching as you do everything around the room except look at him. Something in you cracks at the way his voice breaks while asking the question, you know that if you look up at him and see his glossy eyes you will crumble under them. You will throw any anger you have towards him out the window, and as much as you want to, you need more than that to forgive or even forget whatever happened.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” “If I knew why you were avoiding me I wouldn’t be asking.”

“What were you doing Thursday night?” His face is one of confusion, his brows furrowing and nose slightly scrunching up as he assesses your question.

“What?”

“What were you doing Thursday night?” You repeat, this time your voice cracks as you ask him the one question you dread to hear the answer from.

“I worked at the factory till late at night.”

“That’s all? So, you didn’t go out at all?”

Mick’s face is one of pure frustration. Frustration because he can’t believe how oblivious he had been to your feelings, how he went out and you didn’t mention anything about it. Frustration because he should’ve known that the media would get to him and by relation, in between the two of you.

“I did.” He admits, “But it was with a couple of friends, whatever it is that you saw is not what it looks like. I swear.”

“You just coincidentally had a girl all up on you, and you just smiled down at her?”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N. I wished I could say I did, but honestly, if there was a girl next to me I can assure you I wasn’t smiling because of her or to her, for that matter.”

An unshed tear falls down his cheek at the assumption you're making. The notion that you would ever think he would be unfaithful to you breaks his heart into a million little pieces, like he knows yours did the moment the idea that he cheated on you settled in.

“I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like I would cheat on you.” Mick approaches you slowly, wary of the way you might react. He doesn't think he would bear it if you pulled away from his touch, but he would understand. “But I would never ever do that. I need you to know that.”

When your boyfriend finally reaches you, you can't help but lean into his touch. The hug he gives you is almost crushing, likes he's scared you will run away from him at any given moment. It is just as comforting as it is devastating the way he is holding you, a part of you is grateful that he is so honest and raw with you, but there is a part of you that cant help and question if his words hold any truth, if he is not like many of the other men you've known through the course of your life.

“I want to believe you.” You whisper against him, “I really do, Mick.”

His chin is pressed to the top of your head and you feel him shift to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to, schatz, and that's a promise.” There is something about the way he says that, something about the sincerity his words hold that makes you believe him. It wipes away the worries you had and replaces them with pure love, in your heart of hearts you know that Mick would never intentionally hurt you, and if he could help it, ever.

You know just by his words that you’ll be alright.

No matter the tabloids or the drama that follows you, you'll be alright.

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c0wb0ylikem3 · 7 months

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I Miss You, I’m Sorry

•summary: in which y/n l/n joins her childhood idol on tour as she sings about her heartache, she just didn’t know the man who caused that heartache would go to one of her shows… (part 2/3)

•authors note: not proofread and very rushed there will be a pt 3!!

•pairings: (mick schumacher x fem!reader)

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n currently ten year old Y/n is screaming that she gets to open for her idol @taylorswift. I’m so grateful for this opportunity see you guys soon 💕

user1 excuse me what

taylorswift so excited to have you open!!

user2 I NEED ERAS TICKETS RN

gigihadid so proud of you my love

y/n.l/n love you 💋

user3 Taylor literally picked the best openers.

oliviarodrigo Y/n + Taylor = my favs

y/n.l/n you’re my fav

landonorris interesting you’re coming to Monaco…

y/n.l/n you’re not invited

landonorris as if I’d spend my money on you 🙄

y/n.l/n you’re gonna regret saying that the swifties are gonna get you

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erastourupdates Y/n L/n has yet to sing her hit single 21, however Y/n has announced she is working on her latest album during the tour titled Good Riddance.

user1 when did she announce a new album??

user2 during last nights show!!

user3 I NEED NEW Y/N MUSIC

user4 she needs to add 21 to her setlist or I’m boycotting (i don’t even have eras tour tickets)

user5 the way she started to tear up during Mess It Up

user6 whoever broke her heart I’m come for you…

Y/n.L/n

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y/n.l/n adream come true 💓 so happy I got to sing my new song I miss you, I’m sorry with THE Taylor Swift.

user1 i don’t know who has more surprises y/n or taylor..

user2 she learned from mother

landonorris i was so happy you weren’t opening then you went and did this 🙄🙄

y/n.l/n dont act like you weren’t crying

user3 CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT 3 SURPRISE SONGS

mickschumacher 🤍

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user5 WHAT IS GOING ON

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erastourupdates y/n l/n seen leaving the eras tour after party with someone…people speculate it’s formula one star Mick Schumacher

user1 isn’t he mr I missed your 21st birthday 🤨

user2 he’s also Mr I miss you,I’m sorry

user3 ARE THEY TOGETHER???

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luckylzclerc · 1 year

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lovers rock 🫂 | ms47 x fem!reader

mick soft launching a girl and fans speculate its reader.. but really, is it?

childhood bsf to lovers 🫶🏻

notes: helloo!! new author here 🤗 this is my first ever book so please leave any suggestions on what i should fix and dont be afraid to correct me! English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there's any typing errors 🤍. Anyways let me know what you guys think and enjoy!!

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mickschumacher happy birthday schatz 🥳You were cool before and still cool now!! Ich liebe dich and have fun being 22🤍

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yourusername MICKEYY🥹🫶🏻

yourusername STOPP i love u so much.

yourusername Ich liebe dich so sehr mein Mick🩷🩷 (i love you so much my mick)

mickschumacher Ich liebe dich am meisten❤️ (i love you more)

ynmick.lvr oh to be loved by mick like he loves y/n.

anjavoskresenskaswife when is it my turn?? why did MY childhood friend ran away

leclrc.lvr oh girl..

mickschummy.47 GIRL!?;?;:!!???;

f1editsx.x i want what they have 🙁

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yourusername life lately 🏄‍♀️🥂👙

mickandyn.slvr MISS??? WHO IS THAT ON THE 3rd SLIDE???

sainzl0veb0t_ anyone else noticed how Mick didn't like this post..👀

yourbestfriendsuser having fun in Italy i seee 🙈🇮🇹🍕🤌

mickandyn.slvr ITALY??;:";??*;!!?

t1a.jpeg shes deffo not the girl on Micks story the other day

mickandyn.slvr sobbing.....

mickschumacher ❤️

z4rasofs bro.😭😭

missymicks.404 WHY ARE U DOING THIS TO US??? u better not play w y/n's feelings😒

mickandyn.slvr i am going to 😔🔫

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mickandyn.slvr WHO IS THAT??

yourbestfriendsuser seriously, him?

mickschumacher you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend y/n..

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part 2 !!

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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An Angel and A Devil

Pairing: Mafia Mick Schumacher x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.7K

Warnings: Kidnapping, drugging, angst, there is no fluff in this, Micheal is in this, handcuffs, mentions of dying, etc.

Mafia!Mick Schumacher Headcannons

Synopsis: He lied, the man you thought was your Prince Charming had lied. And you're not paying the price for those lies

The sound of rain tapping a window, a bone-chilling freeze wakes you from a peaceful sleep. A dreamless rest, no matter how hard you try to dream of the future. The fog in your head clawed its way into the rest of your body. How exhausted do you feel right now.

The weight of your eyelids as you try to open them has you whimpering. You want to rub your eyes, but something has one of your arms pinned down. The scent of fresh rain, old paper, a hint of citrus, and fresh bread as you sink deeper into the plush bed.

It was so comfortable. You don't remember when your or Mick's bed was this soft. The pounding headache that was rattling your skull has you queasy. You must've partied way too hard last night, the alcohol hitting harder than expected. Mick was there, picking you up on his bike that you knew well. The citrus and old paper was his smell. It reminded you of the library and the fruits he likes to eat.

Trying again to open your eyes, the weight of them was better. Yet, the little light in the room has your stomach lurching, slamming them shut. The more alert you become, the more aware you become of the sandpaper that is your tongue. "Mick?" Throat rasping, you call for your boyfriend, knowing this is his college dorm room.

No sound. Not a creak, breath, just the echo of rain and your heartbeat. "Mick?" You call out louder, forcing your eyes open. The first thing you see isn't the typical view of the student quad and Swiss mountains but rolling hills with yellow and red trees swallowed by the grey fog and rain. "Where, what?" Sitting up, you wince at the soreness in your wrist.

"What the hell?" A thick black handcuff rubs into your wrist's pulsing, swollen flesh, clearly there a while. Panic grips your chest, trying to figure out what happened last night. Going over the night, you list everything you can recall.

Friends

Bar

Partying

Drinking

Mick's bike

Mick

You gasp, the events of the night flashing in your mind. He couldn't have? Mick, your sweet and innocent book-loving boyfriend drugged you. No, he wouldn't have done that. It's all a bad dream. He wasn't involved in his father's business. He didn't stomp a man's skull in with his own foot.

He didn't do any of this!

Hands hold your head as you try to stomp the pounding in your head as you choke out a sob, the pain becoming too much. A creek in the room has your eyes wild and wide, seeing the bedroom door open. Thinking quickly, you lay back down in bed, closing your eyes. Steading your breathing, the smell of old paper and citrus grows stronger.

"Engel?" His soft voice has your stomach rolling as you try to control the gagging you want to do. The heavy steps let you know that he's next to the bed. "I'm so sorry, Engel." Mick clears his throat, placing a plate on his nightstand. Unable to help himself, he runs his fingers over your cheek.

Laying like stone, you control the urge to flinch, hating the feeling of his touch on you. "Couldn't lose you." Taking a deep breath, the bed dips from his weight, hands running from your cheek to your back and up. "I wanted to tell you the truth for so long, and I'm still your prince charming, just with a touch of darkness inside me. You're my Engel. I'm not letting you leave me." His fingers graze your wrist, causing you to flinch, unable to control the pain that radiates up your arm.

He makes a pained noise that makes you want to slap him. How dare he act like he's in pain when he's the one who did this to you. "I had to, Engel. I didn't want to, but I was worried you'd try to escape when you woke. Can't have that happening." Soft lips ghost your cheek, and with a sigh, he stands up. "I'll be back. Hopefully, you'll be awake next time I visit." He laughs. The image of him shaking his head and running those fingers through his pure blonde hair makes your heart ache. "You'll probably hate me when you wake up. A small part of me hopes you can still love me." The bedroom door opens and closes with a loud click.

"I hate you, and I do truly hate you." Burying your face in the pillow, you have to control the tears. Unsure if they're from being in pain, betrayed, lied, angry, or just plain old heartbreak.

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Waking up, you feel clearer, like the fog in your brain has finally lifted. Going to sit up, you get stopped by something holding you down. Turning your head, you freeze, seeing a crown of blonde. The anger blindsides you, your free hand slamming down on his cheek; he shoots up fast. "THE FUCK!" He roars, eyes wild as he tries to get his barrings. "You motherfucker!" You slap him again, and his brain starts hearing your voice as you land blow after blow. "I hate YOU!" Moving fast, he straddles your chest, pinning your hands down.

Both of you breathe fast, staring at one another—a pair of blue eyes filled with sadness and love, the other with anger and hatred. "Engel." Voice soft as you throw your knee up, hitting him right in the balls. Groaning, he rolls off, falling on the floor. You laugh seeing him curl into a ball. "Liar! Kidnapper! Criminal! Ugh, hate you." You yell every word that you can think of.

"Engel, please." He groans, trying to suck in air. You stand, only to freeze when you don't feel the metal around your wrist. This is your chance. "Don't!" Mick reaches for you, but you dodge his hand, bolting for the door. Yanking it open, you stop, unable to control the love that contains you. "Fuck this." You rush down the hallway, heading down the stairs as people stare, shocked.

"Stop her!" Mick stumbles out the door; the guards lining the hallway stare at one another before they rush at you. Weaving through the house, you notice a closed door. Shoving your body against the door, you fall, only to crawl and close the door. Pounding feet pass the door, you suck in the air, trying not to make a sound.

"If you want to run, I suggest shoes and some pants." Like in the movies, you turn your head slowly, almost painfully. Feet dressed in black socks and stupid jeans as you follow up. Chuckling softly, you give a nervous smile. "Hello, Mr. Schumacher." He smiles at you, head dropping as you know you're defeated. "Hello, Miss. L/N. Running are we?" He reaches out his hand, accepting it, he pulls you up.

"Yes." No point in lying. He was there when Mick drugged and kidnapped you. He most likely will side with his son, having always been a strong family man. Micheal Schumacher dotted on his son. Even when he visited Mick at school, he was still his little boy to him. "Good for you, don't make it easy on my son. If the commotion outside means anything, you kicked his ass." Micheal smirks, walking to a large rosewood desk.

"Actually, sir, kicked his balls." Micheal laugh fills the room. In a way, it relaxes you. "Huh, I knew you were a good one." Falling back into the desk chair, he leans back, folding his hands behind his head. "I apologize for my son; he seems very in love with you. His mother has been yelling at him for days because of this. And my wife is punishing me too." He grumbles the last part looking like a toddler told off.

"Wait, days?" Stumbling over to a chair and collapsing into it. Your body tenses feeling the cold leather on your legs, somewhat aware now you're wearing just Mick's shirt. "Yes, if my counting is correct, about 9 or 10 now. You woke up the first 3 days here, our dumbass son gave you a higher dosage, and you were out like a light." Micheal smiles, not seeming at all concerned over your paling face. "If you're going to puke, don't do it on the carpet. My wife will skin me alive." You suck in a breath, nodding as you try to control the nausea.

"I want to go home." You whisper. The chair Micheal sits in creaks as he sits up, face like stone now. "I'm sorry, but you can't." A sickening doom starts to creep from your feet to your head. "If it were my choice, you'd be dead somewhere, and Mick would mourn you, thinking you died in an accident. But, alas, you saw something you shouldn't, and now the enemy believes you are involved. My lovesick fool of a child has pleaded with me and his mother that you stay here until the threat is dealt with. So, you're stuck here." Micheal boops your nose, silence is all he gets in response.

"Kill me." Micheal's eyebrows shoot up, shocked at those words, but then he chuckles. "Nope, I like you. You're staying alive. Now, go away." Waving you off, you leave the room, static roaring in your ears. "Engel!" Mick's voice echoes, and those soft hands you loved touching you now feel like fire scorching you. "Don't touch me." It sounded like you were screaming, but it was a whisper. "Y/n, I'm so sorry." Shoving him off, you glare at him.

"Stop saying 'you're sorry.' You're not sorry. Those words mean nothing to me anymore. They're empty promises, just like the future you and I planned." Mick's entire body deflates as he follows you like a shadow, making your way to his room. "I meet your father." Sitting on the bed, Mick moves to his small desk, leaning on it. "I know, that's his office." Crossing his arms, you notice he isn't wearing a shit.

You're cursing yourself for admiring your boyfr-ex boyfriend's chest. "Told me, 9 or 10 days. Mick, how could....who even are you?" Unable to look you in the eyes, he watches his feet feigning interest in them. "I told you who I am." Scuffing you stand. "No, no, you didn't. Mick, you told me that you were barely involved. Yet, I watch someone who is the sweetest soul on earth flatten a man's head without a second thought." Biting his lip, he looks up at you.

"You weren't supposed to see any of that. Never supposed to be spotted or for my enemies to know about you." Rolling your eyes, you want to kick him in the ball again. "Well, guess what, Mick? I saw your bike and thought you were there to pick me up. Instead, I GET FUCKING KIDNAPPED!" Grabbing a pillow, you throw it, and Mick easily dodges it. "Calm down. You're not hurt." He hisses, which have you shrink in on yourself. "I am hurt, Mick." He sits up straight, ready to look over your body to see where you are injured.

"Where? Tell me right now if one of those guards fucking hurt you." He seethes, grabbing your shoulders. "They didn't hurt me. You did." His grip slips away, arms falling to his sides. "You hurt me. By lying to me, telling me you weren't involved. Hurt me by kidnapping me, hurt me by giving me those empty promises of a quiet life. Filled with love, happiness, and fucking children." You spit out the last part.

"How could you do that to me? I thought-" Taking a deep breath, trying not to just weep in his arms. "We wanted to get married, Mick, move to the countryside, and be with each other. We talked about starting a family, either with animals or having children. And in a single night, you took that future away from me." Voice soft, Mick looks up at the ceiling, blinking fast. "I still want that with you." He admits, but you laugh. "Well, I don't." You spit, shoving past him and slamming the bathroom door.

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You didn't see Mick for 4 days after that argument and wanted to rip your heart out. It kept craving for Mick, his scent, kisses, hugs, everything. You'd only see other people when Micheal requested you join him and Corinna for meals. Corinna tried to get you to see reason the first day, but Micheal just watched and cracked jokes.

But he decided to join the 'Love Mick Again' campaign today.

"Did you know the first time Corinna found out about my life, she stabbed me?" You drop your fork, shocked at the sudden confession. "Micheal." Corinna hisses, staring dagger at her aloof husband. "What? It's the truth." Shrugging it off like it was a typical topic. "Stabbed me right in the kidney. Us Schumacher men love strong will women. Even if it bites us in the ass." He whispers the last part, winking at you.

"Micheal! I will make you sleep on the couch." The head Schumacher cringes, going back to eating his breakfast. "One last thing." Both you and Corinna groan, looking at Micheal. "He truly loves you, Y/n. Did he handle this poorly? 100%. But, he would have never put you in harm's way, and you are now in harm's way is, killing him. Please, see him. He's out by the garage. Working on that death trap." Micheal grumbles.

You say nothing as you push your chair back. Where you ate your meals every day had a little walkway, and one day you got nosey and walked the path leading you to the garage. Mick was there, ripping apart a bike, sweaty and shirtless you had to walk away fast before your self-control was torn to shreds. Opening one of the doors, you slip out and follow the little bricks leading to the garage.

Music thumps the closer you get, smiling as he listens to rock music. The music is loud, and he's unable to hear you walk in, going straight for the speakers. Grabbing his phone, you pause the music only for the silence to be filled with angry German. "God dammit, Dad. I said leave me a- oh." He turns anger morphing into shock, seeing that it is you.

"Do you remember our last fight?" He chuckles, wiping his grease-covered hands off. "Yes, you said you didn't want our future together anymore." You kick the concrete. "No, I mean.....our real last fight." Mick's eyes shoot up at you, hope rising in his chest. "We argued about what kind of house we'd have. I said a modern yet rustic house. You want a cabin with plants and animals everywhere and no humans around." You giggle, nodding at his words.

"I'm still right." Mick smiles, tossing the rag to the side as he moves closer to you. "You're always right, Engel." You don't move, letting Mick get closer as you look up at him, smiling. "You hurt me." He makes a pained noise in the back of his throat, hands reaching up, and he holds your face. "I know, and nothing I can do or say will make that up to you." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

"There is one thing." His grip tightens on your cheeks before relaxing as he forces you to look him in the eyes. "What is it? I'll do anything." Bingo, Mick is right where you want him. "Let me go. Let me leave and disappear." His eyes harden, hands dropping as he curls them into fists.

"No, you're not leaving me." Sighing, you reach into your back pocket. Mick was careless, leaving you alone to dig around and find the drugs in his room. "I'm sorry, Mick." He opens his mouth but cringes as he looks down.

"Y/n?" You start to breathe hard as Mick falls back, hand ripping the needle out of his thigh. "See how that feels. You shatter my heart, and I shatter yours." Mick whimpers, shakingly reaching for you. "Don't." He chokes out, trying to stay conscious. Mick turns on his stomach, watching through fuzzy eyes as you grab something that jingles. "They'll...kill...you." The sound of an engine and tires squealing as darkness sucks him down.

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Mick+ betrayal + angst. Hurt me queen.

Betrayal | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick doesn't know what to do when love is over, and he ends up hurting Yn even more. Or when it took him only two weeks to go out and date the other girl. ✓ mentions of cheating and break up.

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What do you do when love is over?

That's a question that not everyone will have an answer to, and even if they do, there is no guarantee it will be the right one. The one that prevents heartbreak, tears stains, and screaming matches.

Mick tried to end things on good terms. And though he knew love was not over for her, he was already in love with someone else, so he decided that lying was a good idea. Mick told Yn that he wanted to break up because he needed to focus on his new seat, to give his undying attention to getting better and better and not going through the rough path he went to previously. That was the most absurd thing Yn ever heard Mick say, and she had heard him say that horses could fly one very drunk day.

When Yn pointed out that she never questioned his timing or asked for more attention than he could give, she reminded him that during his two years in Haas, she was by his side. When she cried, asking him how could love stop him from reaching his biggest goals. When she whimpered that love would actually push you towards your dreams, and support you, Mick could only shake his head and repeat that he was sorry. Which he was, in some way.

He never thought he would fall out of love with her, never thought that he would live a day where her laugh didn't bring him the most joy, or that watching her doing mundane things wouldn't be as interesting as before, but it happened.

And that's how Yn found herself at his doorstep two weeks after their breakup to get some of the things she wasn't able to on the same fateful heartbroken week of her existence.

She knocked on the door, the weird feeling creeping into her body. It was strange to wait by the entrance as if she were a stranger, and as if that was not her house a couple weeks ago.

"Coming!" She heard his cheerful voice exclaim before the lock turned and the door opened. The smile Mick had on his face vanished the second their eyes met, and they had been together long enough for Yn to recognize the guilty look on his face, just seconds before the feminine frame showed up behind him.

She was wearing one of Mick's shirts just like Yn used to. She looked happy. Comfortable. She looked at home. As if they'd been together for more than two weeks. As if their story was older than that.

Yn gulped, her throat closing and eyes watering, but she kept her instance, "I came to take the rest of my stuff..."

"Y-yeah, of course," Mick took a step back, allowing her to enter the house that had a completely new smell. "Mhmm- this is...this is Debby, my- uh- my girlfriend. Debby this is-"

"Spare me, Mick," Yn interrupted. "She knows who I am, and it seems like I'm the only one between us who did not know about her before."

"What do you mean?" he asked, brows furrowing, and body turning toward her, ready for confirmation. But oh Yn was so tired.

She just turned her back to the couple and ascended the stairs. The bed they used to share and everything else seemed the same as the day she left, except there was Debby everywhere. Each small detail that made it Yn's and Mick's little fort was off.

"She was just a friend. You know I wouldn't cheat-" he came up to the room, looming by the door while Yn gathered the last of her clothes from the closet and sorted her things from the new feminine things in his bathroom.

"Ain't it funny how I brought it up and you told me I was paranoid?" She reminded the day Debby and Mick started following each other and they started to message non-stop. Yn trusted him, but for the first time something seemed different, and when she tried to communicate Mick brushed it off.

When the blonde opened his mouth to retort, Yn cut him off, "Guess you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor, Schumacher. And I hope she breaks your heart the way you broke mine. I hope you broke each other's heart."

Mick took a step back as if her words were a fist swinging on his face, making him lose his balance. It was the first time he saw Yn that hurt, the first time her eyes had so many tears and so much loathing.

Yn threw her things inside the bag without caring to arrange it, just as Debby reached the room. Granted, the girl seemed a bit sad about the whole situation, but it did not wipe out how sad and hurtful it was for Yn.

"When you're sleeping in the bed I made with him, don't you forget about the way he betrayed me, because that was exactly what it was: betrayal. And he'll do the same with you, you can be sure of that," Yn smiled painfully and zipped the bag. "I wish you two a very sad life."

Hours after Yn left Mick was still thinking where does the love go? Does it turn into hate? Does it disappear? Did he make the right choice? Was he a traitor?

And for the first time, his house did not feel like his own. It felt like the home he once shared with Yn, except now it was broken.

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