mine | m. schumacher
pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 3.8k words requested: yes/no by a lovely anon. "5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and 1 time Person B finds one for Person A. with mick schumacher??" warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of sexy times, language, sexist and misogynistic comments. protective!mick. char squared subtlely make their awaited return. i think that's it. english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. also, this is not proofread! a/n: y'all really seem to like my mick content. thanks so much for all the messages you've sent me. i promise i'm trying my best to write the fics as quickly as i can. my askbox is always open for requests, currently the only drivers i write for are lando, mick, pierre, charles and george.
she sat next to mick, her teammate, on a stool. it was the week before the first race weekend of the year, their first race as formula one drivers ever. they were about to shoot a video for the team's social media. they'd been given a few cards with basic questions to get to know the other better. but, since they'd known each other pretty much their entire lives, it was more of a test on their friendship.
he started the video, introducing himself as she waved at the camera. his presence immediately made her feel at ease no matter where they were or what they were doing. they answered easily the first few questions until one caught their attention.
"do you have any nicknames for each other?" mick read off of his card.
"i don't think we do," she answered, shaking her head as she thought of any nicknames she could've come up with whilst growing up. she wasn't really a fan, not that they bothered her, but she liked the intimacy of calling someone by their first name instead of a generic nickname someone else came up with.
"i do," he interjected, raising his eyebrows. she frowned as she thought of what it could be, she rolled her eyes when she realized.
"no, please, you can't say that." she pleaded, pouting as he started laughing.
"what? you don't like it?" he asked, placing a hand on his chest, where his heart laid beneath the layers of skin.
"i do, but i don't want them to know." she pointed to the camera, chuckling as well.
"fine, i'll spare you this once. only if you come up with a nickname for me. because believe it or not, after who knows how many years of friendship, (y/n) still only calls me by my name." he stared at her accusingly.
"it's a cute name," she shrugged her shoulders.
"aww, thanks," he teased. her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
after they finished answering the questions they took off the microphones and handed them to an assistant, making their way to his room in the team's hospitality.
"i'll give you until the end of the season to find a nickname for me." he said, sitting on his couch, she sat next to him, throwing her legs over his lap.
"fine, i'll call you barbie from now on." she stated.
"barbie?" he questioned.
"blonde, blue eyes. you can be anything," she listed. he threw his head back, grumbling in annoyance.
"come on. i want you to call me something only you can, take your time. if you don't, i'll stick with barbie."
"fine," she agreed and extended her hand, he took it in his own and shook it, sealing the deal.
"you're on, pretty girl."
"you're on, mick."
- 2 months later -
"i should get going," she whispered, her head laying on his shoulder. he had an arm wrapped around her, fingers drawing invisible circles on her bare skin. his other hand was holding hers, resting on top of his stomach. she traced the length of his fingers, compared them to her own, relished in the warmth when she filled the gap between his digits with her own.
the white sheets that covered their bodies moved as he leaned back on his elbow.
"maybe you should stay tonight," he said, his eyes looking deep into her own. she sighed.
"you know i can't." she muttered as she left the comfort of the bed to look for her clothes. out of the corner of her eye, she saw him dropping back down on the bed, his hand on his hair, the hair she'd been pulling in pure ecstasy just a few minutes ago. his eyes glued to the ceiling above him, clearly upset at her actions. he knew their agreement was no strings attached, but there was nothing wrong with sleeping in the same bed when they'd already done things much more intimate.
"i'll see you tomorrow on the track?" she asked as she tied her tennis shoes, once she had finished putting on the rest of her clothing.
"sure," was his only response as he turned his back on her, facing the wall. she sighed, guilt settling in her stomach. she walked until she stood in front of him, then kneeled so she could meet his eyes.
"hey," she ran her fingers through his soft, blonde curls. he eventually gave in and locked eyes with her, "you know what will happen if anyone sees us together, people will talk, i can't risk a scandal. not right now.” she stated, placing a small kiss on his lips. "sleep well, we've got a big day tomorrow."
"right." he said, and kissed her one last time. she opened the door, the light from the hallway illuminating her face. "goodnight, pretty girl," he called as she was about to step out of his room. she turned, smiling.
- 3 months later -
the chilly greek night breeze against her warm skin made her feel goosebumps. she walked the cobblestone streets of greece with mick by her side as they made their way to a local club for the night. they'd ran into a few other drivers who were also vacationing there at the moment, so they all decided to spend an evening together.
she'd danced, drank, laughed the entire night, enjoying the company of the guys and their girlfriends in a work-free environment. she danced with mick, feeling his hands holding her waist, pulling her close to his body. she relished in the way he gripped at her skin, as if he was trying to stop anyone else from even looking at her. to let them know they didn't stand a chance with her.
eventually george, nicholas and their girlfriends left, which left her with mick and the two monegasques. she sat on a private booth with the brunette girl as the guys left to get their drinks, which left both girls staring at them as they made their way to the bar.
"how long have you been together?" charlotte asked
"what?" she choked on her own saliva.
"you and mick, how long?"
"oh no, we're- we're not-" she shook her head, coughing to clear her throat.
"oh, i'm sorry. i just thought... the way you look at each other is..."
"it's the same way charles looks at me, and how i look at him." charlotte said, which left her speechless.
the guys returned with their drinks, mick sat next to her and placed the tall glasses on the tabletop. his hand immediately on her knee, and she was thankful that the table on top and the darkness of the club covered the action. not because she didn't want anyone to see it, but because she liked that this was something only they knew.
"got you your favorite," he said, and she placed her hand on top of his.
"thanks," she smiled.
he eyed the monegasques in front of them, who were too busy in their own little bubble to pay attention to them. mick took the advantage and moved her hair away from her neck. leaning down to place a kiss on her sweaty skin that still held the familiar scent of her perfume.
"anything for you, pretty girl."
her eyes widened a little, quickly eyeing the driver and his girlfriend in front of them.
"mick," she turned back to him. and for the first time in a long time, she felt nervous around him. "i-"
"i know. no strings attached," he said grimly.
she said nothing, but for the first time, she wondered if their agreement was the right choice.
- 2 months later -
interviews made her nervous. especially as a woman in a sport dominated by men. she was more than ready to defend herself, defend her spot on the grid, show other women and little girls that they can accomplish anything they wanted.
she was so grateful when her pr person told her she'd been paired up with mick for the usual thursday interviews during race week. before they became... whatever they were at the moment, they were friends first. they knew each other so well, enough to know when the other one was feeling uncomfortable or anxious. which was how she felt right then and there.
unfortunately, she'd gotten used to sexist and misogynistic comments, but this was a whole other level of stupidity.
"question for (y/n), obviously during the weekend you spend a lot of time wearing the fireproof racing suit. does that make you feel less confident in your body? i mean, don't you wish the suit was built more to show off what you got?"
the entire room fell silent, cameras clicking and flashing, capturing her stunned face.
"why should anyone care what it looks like when the suit's job is protect her from any possible injuries?" she heard from her right side. "what would you rather she wore? a skirt and crop top?" mick shook his head, infuriated. her eyes couldn't help but travel back to the reporter, who merely shrugged and nodded. she felt like throwing up.
"unbelievable," he stood up, rushed to her and pulled her from her chair. he wrapped his arm around her, keeping his back towards the cameras and frantic reporters calling both of their names, shielding her, protecting her.
they bolted out of there, with his arms still caging her in his embrace until they reached their team's hospitality. the people in there glanced their way when they entered. a mix of pity, sadness, anger, and compassion that made her feel so overwhelmed.
"mick," she whispered, so low so only he could hear, her lips barely moving.
"i know, i got you." he answered, his voice calm and steady made her feel safer. with his hand on the small of her back, she hurried to her driver's room, and once they were in the privacy of her own space, she broke down.
her hands hugged his body close to her own, his arms around her shoulders as he caressed her hair and whispered sweet words in her ear. she hid her face in his chest, the tears that fell from her eyes leaving wet spots on his shirt. he couldn't care less about the shirt, the most important thing right then was her well-being. he'd take care of that excuse of a reporter later.
she didn't know how long they'd been in her room. she was ashamed for not defending herself, she'd heard thousands of comments about her, her body, her value and worth. she didn't why this stupid 'question' affected her this bad.
"whatever's going on in that pretty head of yours, make it stop." mick breathed in her ear. the tears had stopped minutes ago, only the remnants of smudged mascara and eyeliner left on her eyes, probably making her look like a racoon.
"i don't know why i reacted that way," she didn't dare lifting her face from his chest.
"are you kidding? that idiot had no right to ask that kind of question. people should want to know you for who you are, what you can do with your car, your talent. not just because you're a woman, but because you're you. amazing, funny, talented, kind, fearless," he kissed the top of her head, she nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent, wishing she could stay there forever.
"i'm not fearless, if i were i would've stood up for myself i-"
"(y/n), you are more than enough already. you don't need to prove anything to anyone. you don't need to stick around and endure someone else's negativity. most of all, you don't need to do any of those things on your own. i'm here for you, i'll always be here for you. you're not alone, pretty girl."
"thank you, mick."
- 1 month later -
their no strings attached agreement was over. mick had come over to her hotel room the night before to end whatever was going on between them.
she had no right to feel an ache in her heart, it was her who had been so keen on keeping feelings away from their activities, and they'd agreed that no matter what happened between them, their friendship would always come first.
she'd tried avoiding him as much as she could the first few days. she tried playing it cool by hanging out with the other drivers and workers of the team, but eventually, mick caught on to what she was doing and confronted her about it.
she was walking to her driver's room, silently praying he wasn't in his own room, which was right next to hers. faith seemed to be against her, because as she opened her door she was met with the sight of him leaning against her couch.
"mick," she breathed. his eyes fell on her figure, he noticed the dark circles underneath her eyes.
"what's going on with you? i feel like i haven't seen you in ages," he said as she sat on a chair on the other side of the room, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible.
"yeah, i just... i feel like this year's gone by so fast, i've been getting to know the other drivers, the other teams..."
"the other teams?" he questioned, she shrugged her shoulders
"not all of us have ferrari for backup, a girl has to find her own alternatives in a sport like this." she explained. which was true, besides the fact that she just didn't know how to act around him now. he hadn't explained why he wanted to end things, and she shouldn't care why. but... why did it hurt so much? was she not enough? had he found someone else? they told each other everything, surely mick would tell her if he had his eye on someone. but if they told each other everything, why wasn't she telling him about how she felt?
"why do you need alternatives? are you not happy here? with me?" he asked, his face serious. she understood what he meant by that, but that was a conversation she wasn't ready for just yet.
"mick, i don't know about you, but i want a better car," she tried to joke, relaxing when he chuckled slightly. "and don't worry, you're stuck with me until next year." she sat next to him, and he immediately wrapped an arm around her, playing with her hair. she leaned against his shoulder.
their friendship was more important than whatever she felt at the moment, she decided then and there.
"is that a promise, pretty girl?" he whispered against her ear.
this is going to be easier said than done, she thought.
"it is, mick." she answered.
- 3 weeks later -
the season was coming to an end, they only had two races left. she was trying to fall asleep with the sound of the rain hitting her windows and rooftop.
things with mick had been, odd. they hadn't hooked up since they broke things off, but the lingering touches and knowing glances were back. she'd been trying her best to get things back to the way they were once, but the recent discovery of her feelings for her best friend stopped her from letting herself enjoy his presence as she used to.
things were changing, maybe they'd already changed, and she feared how long it would take for things to crumble down.
the doorbell woke her up. she awoke startled, whoever it was kept pressing their finger against the small button over and over again. the ringing was accompanied by some equally incessant knocking on the wooden door.
she grabbed a hoodie. mick's hoodie, that she found on her sofa, pulling it down to try and cover herself as much as she could, as she only wore a thin tank top and shorts. she looked through the peephole and gasped at the sight in front of her. she opened the door and found mick, his clothes sticking to his skin, the rain kept falling relentlessly.
"mick, it's pouring rain. why are you here in the middle of the night? did something happen?" she moved so he could get in. closing the door behind him, she walked to the thermostat to turn up the heat.
"i can't keep doing this." he said, breathless.
"doing what? mick, did you run here?" she asked, his chest kept moving up and down rapidly. he nodded "oh, my god, mick. what were you thinking? we're leaving for jeddah tomorrow, you can't get sick!" she scolded him. what could possibly be so important that he felt the need to run in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain to her home? they did live two streets away from each other. but still.
"it's important," he said.
"god, is your family okay? did something happen?" she feared the worst. she visibly relaxed when he shook his head, making the raindrops that clung to his hair fly everywhere. "did someone die?"
"no," he said.
"then it can wait until you take a warm shower. go." she pointed to the door of her room.
"(y/n)," he tried to get close to her.
"i can't risk you getting sick, mick. we will talk once you've showered. i'll make us some tea." she turned on the lights in her kitchen. she could hear him thinking. "i'll get you some fresh clothes. leave what you're wearing outside, i'll put them in the dryer." she stated, didn't give him a second to complain before she pushed him and led him to the bathroom.
once he was in the shower, she took his wet clothes and put them in the dryer, along with some sweatpants and a hoodie of his that he'd left during one of their sleepovers. once the clothes were dry she folded them, and knocked on the door of the bathroom. she heard a faint 'come in' before she opened it. the water was still running, and the opaque glass door separated the two of them, she could faintly make out his silhouette. she looked away, feeling her skin warming up as she thought about his naked body. it had been too long.
"here, i found some sweats and a hoodie, i'll leave it next to the sink. your shoes might take a while to dry so feel free to grab some slippers if you want."
"okay, thank you." he replied, she hummed. "(y/n)?" he asked.
"we need to talk," she saw as he turned his head towards her, even though they couldn't really see each other. her heart sank down to her stomach, fearing the worst.
"okay." she said and closed the door behind her. she leaned against it. letting out a long, deep sigh.
she walked to the kitchen, warming up the water for some tea. she heard footsteps behind her as she poured the tea into two mugs. a pair of baby yoda slippers stood next to her. she handed mick his mug, and he thanked her.
"what did you want to talk about?" she asked once she'd swallowed a long sip, the warmth burning her mouth and throat.
"let's sit, first." he held her free hand in his, leading her to the living room where they sat on her sofa, as they'd done many times before.
"okay, now, tell me." her voice didn't come out as confident as she'd hoped. she just prayed he hadn't noticed.
"i can't keep doing this," he repeated the same words he said when he'd arrived.
"i don't get it," she placed her mug on the coffee table next to her.
"us? what do you mean? you don't want to be friends?" her heart began speeding up.
"is that what we are?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"of course we're friends, what else would we be?" she couldn't do this. there was too much at stake.
"(y/n), look me in the eyes and tell me that we are just friends." he said, and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. this couldn't be happening.
"it's bullshit and you know it." he cut her off. "(y/n), you know as well as i do that we've had something so much more than friendship for a long time. even before we started hooking up."
"i don't-" she stopped, feeling a knot forming in her throat.
"you don't have to say anything, just... hear me out. please?" he pleaded. she nodded as tears welled up in her eyes. "we've known each other our entire lives, you know what i like, what i don't. i know what you like and don't. i've seen you fall in love, i've seen you getting your heart broken. and you've done that for me as well. i think we were just too oblivious to see when we started falling for each other, but the other signs? they were there."
she didn't want to interrupt his speech, so she just nodded. and he let out a breath he'd been holding.
"we've done this whole 'together' thing backwards. the sex and the dates came before the feelings."
"the feelings were there, during all of it. they were just... silent." she said.
"silent," he repeated, nodding.
"i don't think i want to keep my feelings silent anymore, mick. i think i found a nickname for you."
"and it's the only thing i want to call you from now on, if you agree."
"i don't care what it is i'll take it."
"i want to call you mine. i want to hold your hand and kiss you in public, and i'm so sorry it took me this long to accept that what i'm feeling is true, and i only want to feel this with you. i want you to be mine, and i want to be yours." she said as she kneeled, moving until she was in front of him.
"mine?" he asked, taking her hands, that were still a bit warm from the forgotten mugs on the coffee table.
"yours," she reassured him, nodding. he grabbed her waist, moving her until she was straddling him, caging him with one leg on each side.
"say it again," he begged. one of her hands held his face, her thumb circling his cheek, his lips, whilst the other one went to his hair.
"i'm yours. all yours, if you promise to be mine. my love, my hope, my future," she pressed a kiss on his cheeks, then his lips as she listed what he meant to her.
"you have me. i'm yours for as long as you want me," he kissed her neck, underneath her ear, on her pulse point.
"then you'll be mine for a very, very long time." she leaned back to find his blue eyes staring at her, the smile on his face was the biggest she'd seen in so long.
"i'm okay with that, my pretty girl."