Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Mick Schumacher - Who Said "I Love You" First?

There you were, slumped in your living room after another tense raceweek. Not only did you have to do work for Campos as an engineer, you also had two job offers from Formula one teams. One from Haas and one from Alfa Romeo. The door swung open and then closed again and Mick walked in smiling. "Hey liebe. How was work?" he asked sarcastically, already knowing Campos didn't do too well at all in either Formula 2 or 3. "If I'm being honest Mick, I'm not really focused on that right now. There's other things on my mind." He took a long sip of his bottle with furrowed eyebrows. "Do you want to talk about it?" you shake your head and he understands. "Oh! Mum called. She wants you to come over to meet her and Gina and dad." you almost lose the ability to breath. You had always wanted to meet Michael Schumacher but maybe in a different way, maybe professionally. "Oh god. What if they don't think I'm good enough?" That thought had somehow managed to fly around your mind until the day finally came.

The car ride there was tense in your view but for Mick, this was a dream come true and it didn't seem all that intimidating but then again, these were his parents and you didn't know them to a personal level like he did. He played music most of the time and told you about his family the whole drive. The car came to a stop which pulled you from your thoughts and your heartbeat quickened. "Shit. Shit. Shit." you repeated in your head. He rolled down his window and reached out to press the doorbell. He rung the doorbell at the gate outside the car window and the gates slowly opened, letting out a screech behind them. He drove up the avenue and parked right outside the extravagant house. He opened the car door for you, helping you out in your heels and then help you walk the cobbled path to the front door. He walked you up to the door and was about to knock when you stopped his knuckle from touching the door. He turned to you confused and you let out a sigh.

"Look, I'm going to be honest Mick, I'm absolutely terrified. What if they don't like me? What do you do then?" He smiled and slid his arms around your waist. "I know. You have been so shaky whenever I brought up my family but don't worry. They'll love you because I love you too." You push his chest back and look at him in shock. Did he just? "What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked rethinking what he said. "No its just, you said you loved me." He laughs. "Well yeah. You're my girlfriend. Of course I love you, if I didn't you wouldn't be here." He sling his arms around my shoulder and knocks on the door. "Just relax okay?" You nod and look forward, awaiting to see the face of whoever answered the door knowing that whatever happens in there, Mick loves you.

The door swings open and there stood Gina with her arms open. "Mick! Oh my goodness. We watched your race, you did very well." She turned to you and her jaw dropped. "My gosh. You are more beautiful than Mick describes you to be. I'm Gina, his sister." she says hugging you, which caught you off guard but it didn't exactly bother you all that much. "It's so lovely to finally meet you. Papa has been dying to meet you!" He's been dying to meet you? Holy fucking shit.

You walk along the hallway to the kitchen and haze upon the pictures hanging on the wall. "Mama! It's Mick and he brought Y/n too." You stop in the doorway just behind Mick and there he was. Michael Schumacher. You were star-struck (don't blame you tbh). "Hello Mama. Hello papa. I brought the trophy again." Michael chuckled. "Were running out of places to put them." He looked towards you. "So is this the most beautiful creature you have ever laid eyes on?" Mick turned a light shade of red as he nodded. "You are Y/n, yes?" Holy shit! He knows your name! "Yes. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Schumacher." you say as Mick pulls you in gently by the hand. "Michael is fine. We go by first names here." he jokes. "Of course." You turn to see Corinna. Her arms are outstretched and walking towards you. "Oh hello darling. It's good to meet you in the flesh this time and not on the video calls or whatever they are called." She laughs.

Dinner went by pretty smoothly, nothing went wrong at all. The night ended after you drank a glass or two of red wine with Corinna and Gina and then Mick bringing you back to the car. With your goodbyes said, you drove away. Mick kept looking at you with a smile plastered onto his face. "Eyes on the road Schumacher." you said playfully. "It'd hard to focus on something when you're here. Especially in that dress." You laughed off his comment. "You get us home safely and ill let you do a lot more than look at me in the dress." His face became stained by the red blush that crept onto his cheeks with whatever thoughts were going through his mind.

He sped up, nearly killing you both a couple of times along the way. After a couple of near death experiences, you made it home but you weren't gonna let him do what he wanted. He didn't bring you home in a safe manner. He hopped out of the car and walked around to your door. He opened it and helped you out and carried you in the front door. "Right now to what you said in the car-" you cut him off my releasing yourself from his arms. "Absolutely not. You nearly killed us. That's not safe." You smirked as Mick let out a frustrated, disappointed groan. "Liebe, please!" You shook you head and reached down to take you heels off but your hand was too late. His hand had reached your heels first and started taking them off. "Well that's all you're gonna be taking off me tonight."

"I guess we could cuddle tonight instead." he mumbled. "Can you carry me? My feet are awfully sore." He sighs and picks you up reluctantly. "So I only get cuddles for carrying you up to bed?" he asks. "No. No, you might get kisses too." He chuckles as he lays you onto the bed and heads to your drawer to get your pyjamas. "Hey Mick?" he turns around. "I love you." The loving smile he has always had looking at you returned as he uttered the words "I love you too."