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24 | ireland | she/her | i will return…

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gina’s brother - mick schumacher

word count: 2.1k 

summary: loosely based off of Cate’s Brother by Maisie Peters

warnings: book a dentist appointment before reading this as your teeth will rot from all this fluff.

notes: i have not written in years and have never written anything f1 related so this is seriously out of my comfort zone. please enjoy, any feedback is so appreciated! so close for mick again today but it’ll happen soon i know it! also, i imagine esteban grabbing mick like that in this fic so please enjoy this adorable visualisation :)

I hadn’t seen Gina in what seemed like forever. So, when she called saying she had some free time I jumped at the opportunity to invite her to the costume party I was throwing at my home. She had mentioned something about her brother and some friends having some time off for summer as well, so I obviously extended the invite to them.

Gina and I had met on an exchange as teens. Regardless of the fact that she was a few years older, we immediately bonded for life after a particularly messy evening exploring our exchange town. We were out a little later than curfew and decided to scale a wall to get back to our host home. Let’s say it wasn’t smooth sailing and we landed in a bush. It still makes me laugh to this day.

Now I stood, giddy in my bathroom, making sure my costume was smoothed out and not too obscene. The black catsuit completed my body well and my makeup looked pretty good. I adjusted the homemade belt on my waist, severely proud of my basic handiwork. I had chosen to be Black Widow and belts with her symbol are not easy to come by. So, I cut my own out of cardboard, got some old paint out of the cupboard and stuck it on with super glue.

The sound of something hitting the floor snapped me out of my daydream as I speedily left the bathroom to find the source of the noise. A few of my close friends had decided to get ready for the party at my house, drinking as they did so and knocking a tower of plastic cups onto the floor of my kitchen. I laughed as they scrambled to pick them up and place them back on top of each other before grabbing a drink for myself as I waited for others to arrive.

Soon the house was full of people, music blaring, sweaty bodies dancing together, and many different wigs were being passed around. It was like any other party, just with one too many fake moustaches and sunglasses. My objective for the night was to have fun and not be too hungover in the morning as well as finding Gina and catching up. But when I bumped directly into a body on the way to the kitchen, I almost had a heart attack.

‘Gina Schumacher, you’ve not changed one bit!’ I screamed over the loud music and the sounds of beer pong, crushing her into a hug. She was dressed as an angel, a fathered halo sitting atop her head and large wings on her back.

‘Y/N L/N, you have certainly changed! Look at you, you’re a woman!” She laughed, pulling away from the hug but continuing to rub her hands up and down my arms. Finally coming into my surroundings, I saw a man dressed as devil smiling behind her giving me a small wave.

‘Hey, just because I filled out and got a curve or two doesn’t mean I’ve completely changed. Who’s the devil with the smile like an angel?’ I laughed as she introduced me to the man, her boyfriend Iain.

The three of us chatted for a while, making our way to the kitchen to grab a drink before moving outside to the garden for fresh air. Gina’s phone buzzed as Iain and I traded stories about her, much to her dismay. I looked her way and noticed she had a small smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eye as she leant over to me.

‘Y/N, did you meet my brother?’ She asked before standing up to wave at someone through the glass doors, directing them to where we sat on the grass.

‘No, I didn’t.’ I answered as I turned around to face the direction of where her mysterious brother was coming from. That was when my heart started beating faster than a freight train. I saw the person who was undoubtedly Gina’s brother, his stark blonde hair and similar complexion giving it away immediately.

He slid the glass door open as he chatted to a taller, dark-haired man beside him before waving at Gina and locking eyes with me. I noticed his costume and he noticed mine, a smile exhale coming from our mouths as he walked in my direction. He was dressed as fucking Captain America.

I knew my jaw had gone slightly slack, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His eyes pierced into mine and in that moment, I thanked whatever higher powers that be for allowing me to experience something like this. The blue in his eyes had me in such a deep trance that I couldn’t remember standing up to greet him and his friends.

I was introduced to his friends first, only taking my eyes away from his to chat to a few of them. The one called Esteban kept glancing between the two of us as he spoke to me, his tinfoil Bucky Barnes arm shining under the glinting of the fairy lights I had hung around to light up the normally dark garden. Gina thrust herself between me and Esteban and grabbed my shoulders as Esteban grabbed Mick’s and turned him towards me. turning to Gina’s brother

‘Mick, this is my old friend Y/N. Y/N, this is my brother Mick.’ Gina spoke in an overly sweet voice, as her and Esteban pushed the two of us away from the larger group quickly before making their way back over to the group.

‘You’re the girl who fell in the bush.’ He said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I slipped my own into it and shook it slowly, silently hoping he wouldn’t let go too quickly. Spoiler alert, his hand lingered.

‘I hope that’s not the only thing Gina told you about me, there’s a lot more to me than that I can assure you.’ I smiled, letting out a breathy laugh in an attempt to conceal my slight embarrassment.

‘I heard something about you and an onion, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard it. Would you mind telling me the story over a drink, Agent Romanoff?’ I blushed at the mention of the onion story and the fact he called me Agent Romanoff.

‘I think I’ll take you up on that offer, Captain Rogers.’ I whispered lightly as we walked to the kitchen, my hand finding his to not lose him in the crowded hallways. We made our way to the kitchen, getting drinks before stopping there to talk.

I felt like I was on fire as we spoke, every part of me was sweating. I had done the thing where I imagined our whole life together in blur within my mind in a split second, the wedding, the babies, the everything, before pulling myself out of that very stupid hole and reminding myself one thing like a mantra, do not get obsessed you have only just met him.

We spent the whole night together talking, me perched on my kitchen counter and him in a respectable space between my legs. I told him the story of me and the onion along with a few others as he told me of his Formula 1 career. He spoke so animatedly about it all, holding my attention with every single word that left his lips. But as the party began to wind down, we found ourselves not wanting to part. We eventually had to, but not without plans for breakfast the next morning.

Breakfast ran on into lunch and dinner not just for one day but for the entirety of this three-week summer break. We spent every waking moment together, whether it be going to the movies with Gina and Iain, picnics in the park, coffee with Esteban and Elena or speeding down the coast on his bike. We never left each other’s side.

As our motorcycle ride was coming to an end one night, something shifted. He did as he always did. He took off my helmet for me, smoothed down my hair and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I wrapped my arms gently around him as we took each other in, when I realised that the summer break would be coming to an end in a few short days and what we had might be too.

We stayed there standing against his bike outside my house in silence just holding each other. I began to pull away when suddenly a car drove past with its windows down, blaring Aerosmith’s I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing. We looked at each other in that moment and took in a breath, smiling.

‘And I don’t wanna miss a thing.’ We both quietly sang. I knew it in that moment. I was completely and utterly in love with Mick Schumacher.

‘I don’t you know. I don’t want to miss a single part of you and your life, our life.’ Mick whispered, pulling me closer. ‘I want to see everything with you, and I want to do everything with you because I’ve realised that with you, I am the best version of me that I could ever possibly be. There is no one on the planet who makes me feel the way you make me feel. Ever since I saw you at that party, in that slinky little costume, I knew. I knew that I was completely obsessed with you, and I always will be’

By the time he was finished I had forgotten to how breathe, just staring at him with adoration pouring from every part of me. He saw it in my eyes I know he did. We knew everything about each other already. And he knew I wouldn’t find this weird or too soon, there was no way I could think that because I felt exactly the same.

‘Are you trying to tell me that you’re in love with me Mick?’ Small tears had formed in my eyes at this point, and I felt as if I could jump on the moon.

‘Yes.’ He spoke barely above a whisper with small tears also in his eyes. In the illumination of the streetlamps his eyes still shone the brightest of blue.

‘I’m in love with you too, Mick. For as long as I live, I will never have more love for anything or anyone than the amount of love I have for you.’ I answered, wrapping my arms further around his middle, clinging onto him in the humid night.

‘Well, that’s a relief.’ He joked as I let out a hearty laugh, euphoria spreading through my body at his revelation. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to come to my next race in Belgium and meet my mum while we’re there since she’s going. Then come with me to the Netherlands and Monza and every single race after that because I mean everything I’ve said.’

‘I would love to. But-‘ He didn’t let me finish as his lips found mine in a loving kiss. His hand found the back of my head holding me flush to him. I felt like I was in heaven. He pulled away gently, shushing my but.

‘You’re going to say something about your job. You don’t like it anyway. You can leave this place and come with me, find a better and cooler job and then come home to with me to live because I am never being apart from you.’ He said holding my face in his hands.

‘Mick, I wasn’t going to say anything about my job. I was going to ask if you were sure about me meeting the famous Corinna, in a mere few days.’ I laughed.

‘If I wasn’t sure about you, I wouldn’t have held onto your hand too long when I first met you.’ He smiled.

‘Touché, Mick.’

‘Now, I think we have some bags to start packing, maybe some boxes too?’ He questioned, finally placing the helmets into their rightful place on the motorcycle.

‘I think we do. But not before something else.” I said, placing a firm kiss onto his lips. He quickly pulled away, eyes blinking widely as I began to pull him towards my front door.

‘You are so right we have a lot to do before packing up.’ He followed quickly, free hand coming to unzip his jacket. I opened the front door and dragged him inside with inhuman force before slamming the door shut. We stumbled through the darkness toward the bedroom making sure to steal kisses anytime we could.

When we finally reached the bedroom, I struggled to open the door, successfully doing so only to trip over nothing and collapse onto my bed dragging Mick down with me.

‘Liebe, I’ve already fallen for you unbelievably hard once I don’t think we can top that force.’

‘Shut up Mick, just kiss me.’

‘Yes ma’am.’