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NEW YEAR'S DAY ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ LH44

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x girlfriend!Reader ( she/her )

summary: New years is always special when you spend it next to those you love the most. That’s why you spend it with Lewis, and Lewis spends it with you.

warnings/info: fluff, midnight kisses, mentions of alcohol, they get a bit drunk. the extra bit has angst!

word count: 951 + an extra scene of 591 (1.5k)

note: so, the end of 2023. that’s so crazy. i’m so thankful for everything really, there’s a paragraph incoming but, yeah, thank you for reading and following along this year. you made a difference <3

btw i recomend listening to the instrumental of new year’s day by taylor swift !!

snowglobe, a holiday special

One minute before midnight. One minute in which people fall anxious, the sound of heels hitting the floor and whispers reciting resolutions over and over is their favorite tune for one minute. In your minute, you see people gather around the terrace of Lewis’ penthouse, stumbling and laughing, the blinding lights of New York lighting up part of their snow-dusted faces. You knew a couple of faces, some interacting with Lewis and you before your minute hit the half-mark.

When you’re upon seconds, you look up at the waiting sky, stars expecting to be overshadowed by something bigger, louder. You can feel the anticipation in the air, spotlights from Times Square moving faster, the echo of people’s excitement drowning the streets.

Fifteen seconds away and you look at the man holding you close. His eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, a smile that could light up the world—and already does—on his lips. I don’t do New Year’s kisses, you remember him saying last year, back when your memories together consisted of clandestine meetings in hotel rooms and longing stares, too afraid to confess.

Perhaps this year is a completely different story, but the same character has his arms wrapped around you. There are changes, so many you can barely count, you wonder if this one will be one too.

“So,” Lewis says, “what a year.”

You smile, leaving a kiss on his cheek before resting your forehead on his. “You finally got the hint,” you whisper and he laughs, bringing you closer just as the insatiable sounds of anxiety start morphing into something discernible.

Ten. Nine.

He lets out a deep breath, “I know what I said last year. About the kisses.”

Eight, they sing as your heart picks up. Seven, and Lewis laughing nervously.

“And I mean it,” he says, “Meant it.”

Six. Five. Four.

You smile as your side of the world lift their glasses of champagne, recording phones, or just bring their loved ones close. It’s a bubble bath of each life trapped in its own delicate bubble.

Lewis smiles back, breathing heavily, “But I want you to be my first New Year's kiss.”

Three, and you laugh, rolling your eyes. Two, “Then kiss me,”

One, and he closes the distance, the so obnoxious world goes silent, and it’s the best kiss he’s ever received. It’s immersive; Your hands play with his braids and his draw shapes on your hips, his heavy breaths fall over your soft ones, and the taste of two different bottles of champagne tempt to be bitter.

The world around you starts echoing in your head, different colors tinting the perfect kiss. People are patting Lewis’ back as he looks at you, ignoring them for a little longer, only wanting to focus on the girl who enchanted him, the one he could hear talk and talk about for hours on end, the one who changed his mind over love and relationships, the one who held his hand through his darkest times. This was all he needed, all he wanted to focus on. On the girl he loves.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you tease, daydream still in his eyes.

He smiles, “Oh, absolutely not”

Then you’re walking around, hand-in-hand wishing a happy New Year to the known and the unknown. He calls his family and you call yours, spending ten minutes together sweet-talking to a very sleepy Roscoe on Lewis’ screen. It’s absurd how fast minutes pass but how slow time moves. You see the crowd fading away, leaving the dance floor empty enough to drag Lewis’ over, dancing away the hectic city under you. It’s a new year, and you can’t warp your head around your luckiness.

By 5:44, everyone is gone. You and Lewis lay down on the couch after drowning 6 shots of Tequila, a strong scent of alcohol and sweat hanging in the air, with glitter all across the floor. You’re holding hands, eyes fixated on the ceiling, drunk and in love. What a wonderful way to start the year, you think.

Lewis moves next to you, standing up a bit disoriented but with determination on his face. “A’right get up,” he says too enthusiastically for almost 6 am, “we have to pick all of this mess.”

You snort, ”Are you crazy?”

“As ever,” he giggles, “Now, get up!”

This man is incredibly drunk, but so are you, so you stand up, your head spinning around each planet you can barely remember. Lewis puts his hands around your hips, holding you in place, “Lew, I feel like I'm going to fall and die. Oh my god!”

“Not true,” the Brit says, “you promised you’d die with me, and I’m not doing that today.”

You roll your eyes at that, laughing.

Cleaning up—if you can call two drunk idiots laughing like crazy while trying to remove a stain of wine from the ceiling that—isn’t as awful. Spotify’s ‘Top Hits of 2023’ is playing in the background as you pick up the plastic cups on the floor, Lewis searching for dirty bottles around the house to then be wrapped around each other while cleaning them. The glittery floor is a lost cause, both try to recollect as much as you can with the broom but give up knowing you’ll be surrounded by it for the rest of the year.

The house looks clean enough in your exhausted eyes by 8 am. Lewis follows you to the bedroom, briefly showering together before dropping under the cloud-like covers, dark curtains forbidding the early sun from disturbing your shortly-approaching sleep.

You are curled up on Lewis’ chest when you hear him say: “Happy New Year, love.”

“Happy New Year, Lew.”

EXTRA BIT!! ( 591 words )

“You know,” Lewis calls, arms wrapped around your body as you lay on his bare chest, “I’ve been thinking, well, overthinking, and I want to, like, get it out.”

He pauses, his anxiety clear in the way he speeds up the tender touches on your back. You look up at him, making a small motion of encouragement. He smiles.

“Half of the people today were strangers, friends of friends, and it reminded me that, once, you were a friend of friends. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I don’t want us to be like that ever again,” he says, stumbling on words. “I don’t want to call you a stranger; I’ve done that with enough people I’ve loved—not in the way I love you, but loved nonetheless. I’m just so sorry I was so late to this,” he whispers, and you want to interrupt, reminding him that you also played into it, but he talks first: “I know you were also scared to tell me; you don’t have to say it, but you just didn’t deserve all that waiting.”

You search for his hand, needing to hold it. He understands and wraps one of his around yours, taking a deep breath. He says your name before continuing. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, ever. I was scared because of those stupid things I used to tell myself, and you know the rumors around my last relationship. I was terrified of doing the same thing—being too greedy and distancing myself when things got bad—but I didn’t want to lose you. I do not want to lose you.” Lewis says, and you squish his hand three times, reassuring. You feel another breath being taken. “And I know we are okay; we are so wonderful, sweetheart. You’ve taught me so much, but I can’t stop thinking about the what-ifs. What if we have some inconceivable fight? What if the distance during next season messes with us? What if I screw up and you don’t want to see me ever again?”

“I really don’t want to lose you. I love you too much,” he concludes.

You feel tears crowding your eyes, wondering when did he started thinking about all of this. You sit up, looking down at his beautiful face in the faint darkness. His eyes are so full of emotion, so caring and afraid. You cup his face in your hands, leaning down to peck his lips.

“I love you too, so incredibly much. Thank you for opening up,” you said, knowing it was hard for him to talk about these topics. “But, Lew, trust me when I tell you that, as long as both of us are willing to fight for it, we won’t go back to being strangers. When these types of thoughts are overwhelming you again, talk to me, let me know, and we will discuss them together." He has tears in his eyes, and you are sure yours are already streaming down. “Don’t try to read the last page; whatever is written there can change, and if it doesn’t, who cares? Maybe we are set up to die together, just like I promised you, yeah? I’ll hold your hand through it.”

He brings you down to his arms, giving you the warmest hug in the freezing winter. He cries, and you do too, talking here and there, leaving kisses everywhere, drowning in each other's touches. Lewis believes this is the best start to a year he’s ever had.

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valkraud · 1 month

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#formula 1 #f1 #f1 fanart #george russell #gr63 #f1 mercedes #sketch

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lewishamiltonstuff · 2 months

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Oh??? 😲

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racinggirl · 9 months

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omg please do lewis showing off his daughter!!

LH44 - my lucky charm

Part of the 1K celebration! driver: lewis hamilton #44 notes: my first AU for Lewis! I hope you'll like it, imagine him and a daughter 🥹 My requests are open for Instagram AU's! Check out this post for the rules and I hope to make many many more 🫶🏼

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welcome home ❤️

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teamlh you're not the only one, admin!

y/n.hamilton ❤️

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prepare to get spammed by the two that stole my heart 🫶🏼

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zendaya GIRL she's georgeous 😱

y/n.hamilton thanks for the gifts, hun 🥰

lhfan44 you can spam me as much as you want with this amazing content 🥹🥹🥹

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Silverstone, I ❤️ you

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lewis.44.fandom roscoe AND Kira??? A DREAM!

user1234 I saw them walking into the paddock together 🥹

forever4-4 Goodluck this weekend, champ 🏆

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we're proud of you ❤️🏎️

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fansoflewishamilton the way she mentioned WE are proud of you 🥹

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leeeeeewish44 smoothoperator.sirlewis he is a legend.

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There's no place like home !! Every year I'm blown away by the love and energy here. Without it, the team and I wouldn't have had the result that we did. Thank you for my wife and daughter to be here with me, I love you so much. Also, congrats to landonorris and mclaren for your p2 in Silverstone. McLaren is where I first started, and seeing them back at the top means a lot. Thank you Silverstone, I love you deep.

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delicateflappizzaplaid · 17 days

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Nico Rosberg

#nr6

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daisybianca · 1 year

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pairing: mick schumacher x femalereader

summary: mick loves to give you hickeys. but now, after a restless night of love and sweat, you have to cover them up so as to accompany your boyfriend to a race as one of the most adored wags of the paddock.

warning: mostly fluff, mentions of sexual activities, slight swearing

"FUCKING HELL." You muttered as you examined your latest love mark.

The night before was sensual, and Mick--like always--had made you feel special and so goddamn sexy. However, he had also given you multiple hickeys that seemed to cover most of your neck. And today just so happened to be the day you ran out of concealer. You were moody and had to accompany your boyfriend to the upcoming race in a couple of hours.

“What is it, baby?” Mick grumbled; he was still in bed and had lazily only covered himself in the top white linen sheet you had picked out for his birthday.

He looked like a mess, and from his actions last night, you didn’t expect him to be able to get out of bed until past noon. You wish you could just stay with him in bed, but since it was a race day, you had to cover up the mess your boyfriend had made.

“Mick… you covered my neck in hickeys.” You replied as you rummaged through the drawers of your vanity.

All this sudden movement caused Mick to finally sit up in bed. Yawning, he slowly moved toward you. “What’s wrong with my love bites, babe? You didn’t seem to hate them last night.” You stopped looking through your drawer and turned to glare at him, but it fucking backfired. Even in his sleepy state, he still managed to turn you on. His colorful eyes were dazed out, and his silver locks were pushed off to the side, and he had clearly had his fair share of hickeys as well. But knowing him, he would most likely not even cover them for the race. More likely than not, he’d walk around the paddock in a tank top and show everyone the hickeys you had given him.

“Baby, don’t be mad, but I can’t go around the paddock with a neck covered in hickeys. My neck looks like a fucking giraffe neck.” Mick laughed at your words and his blue eyes lit up.

You finally found some old concealer hidden in the back of the last dresser drawer. You smiled and began applying it on the soft and sore surface of your neck.

Mick scoffed as he watched you apply the cover-up. “Baby, you should just know that I’m going to give you even more now that you said you hate them.”

“I don’t hate them. I just can’t go to your race with them. Besides, you can cover my belly with as many hickeys you want.”

“Really? Can I start now?” His eyes were widened and filled with joy, but you couldn’t waste another minute or else you both would be late. “How does 1:30 sound?” You bargained.

He frowned and shook his head. “Sounds like ages, babe.”

“Oh well, if you behave, you might just get blown after you finish marking up my stomach.” With that, you finished applying your makeup and began to collect your things in order to shove them into your backpack. Only to have him pull you in close.

“You don’t need makeup, you know that, right?” You shook your head and kissed him. “I know. But, if you don’t get ready for the race right now, I’ll take away your hickey privileges." Mick kissed you and ran to the closet so as to grab his clothes.

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requests are always open for my wags <3

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sv5sam · 1 month

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I genuinely think drivers should start ignoring team orders or teams should just stfu

cuz max verstappen is not what's making the sport boring yk what does? Stupid team orders if a driver is not fast enough to overtake his teammate then he shouldn't pass if the only reason a driver out qualified his teammate is team orders then he didn't actually out qualify him

team orders of holding position is what's holding us back from having actual racing and fun battles for example (multi 21 seb) if Sebastian vettel didn't fight back and overtook Mark Webber we wouldn't have one of the most iconic battles and rively in f1 and that's what made the lewis Hamilton nico Roseburg era actually interesting insane rively and actually fun on track battles .

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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sweet dessert | t.w

pairing: soft!dom!toto x sub!reader

warnings: smut, gagging, brief mention of dacryphilia, brief mention of cum eating

w/c: 0.8k

summary: Your boyfriend ,Toto, wasn’t 100% satisfied with the food you two ate at the restaurant, he wanted something sweeter and he already knew what that would be.

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“Slow down Schatzi, i can’t keep up with you!” Toto yelled, standing a few feet away from you before he slowly started jogging.

Your hand was tightly grabbing your clutch as you turned around and looked at him, chuckling when you saw him jogging over to you.

“C'mon babe!” You laughed, grabbing your dress and running a bit faster to the cab your boyfriend got for the two of you.

He chuckled before he finally took longer strides towards your running figure, losing his tie around his neck as you two reached the cab.

you blushed as he opened the door for you, “oh, thank you.” Even after almost 3 years of dating, this man still makes you blush like a teenage girl that just came home from her fist date.

“No problem Schatzi.” Toto replied kindly, greeting the driver with a quick nod before he secured the seat belt around his suit covered body and fixated his glasses.

You briefly looked at him, “These glasses really suit you.” You mumbled quietly, not wanting to sound as desperate as you actually are right now. He raised his brows and tuned his head into your direction.

“What? Really?”

“Y-Yeah.” You nodded, legs slowly closing themselves.

He hummed, “hmm, if your a fan of them, then I am too.” Hand now positioning itself on your thigh, thumb drawing circles on your soft skin, making you look down and gulp.

Your boyfriend noticed that, “you okay, baby?”

With a tiny snap back into reality, you glanced over to him, stuttering some total nonsense while toto still waited for an answer.

“Uhm, y-yeah, I’m fine.” Smiling innocently in his direction.

Toto's fingers got closer and closer to your pussy that was barely covered by a thin white thong. You audibly gasped when his fingers suddenly brushed against your pussy lips, sliding towards the strings of your thong and slowly sliding it down your legs.

Nervously, you bit your lip, “Toto baby, n-no.” You mumbled right before you fingers grabbed his big hand. “The driver, he will n-”

“Shhh Schatzi.” Lips gliding along the side of your neck, the hard, dark frame of his glasses touching your delicate skin in a slow motion.

He put his mouth right above your ear, “open your mouth for me.”

You gulped again as heard his voice and felt his fingers spreading your legs further apart.

Slowly, you looked at your man and opened your mouth. In a quick motion, he shoved the thong into your mouth and removed his seatbelt before he got down onto his knees infront you.

You immediately started to shake your head from side to side, basically telling him to get these kind of thoughts out of his head, right the fuck now.

The Austrian spread your legs even further apart and bend them, knees touching your breasts as you noticed him wetting his lips, completely ignoring your little protest.

His palms ran along your slightly sweaty thighs while his eyes grew darker and darker the closer he got to your wet cunt.

“You know what baby, I think that food we just ate at the restaurant didn’t still my hunger, I think I need more and something… sweeter.” Toto whispered before he licked a long stripe from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit, flicking it a couple of times and sucking on it before he removed his head and kissed it.

You bit down onto your thong, eyes rolling into the back of your head right after Toto moved his head from side to side in a rather fast motion, tongue touching all of the right spots in the process.

After a few seconds, your hand shoot up from the long leather seats and harshly grabbed his hair, pulling on it as you noticed that you were pretty close to cumming.

You quietly moaned, whined and cried out. Luckily the thong was there.

Toto raised his head, mouth leaving your desperate pussy. You whined as you didn’t feel his tongue and lips anymore but quickly quit those sounds when his hand slid down and circled your puffy clit with his thumb.

“C'mon my pretty girl, cum for me, don’t be afraid… just let it all out.” He told you quietly before he put his mouth around your clit again, hand spreading your legs again.

You came with tears filling your eyes, one hand having his soft hair in the tightest grip ever and the other one holding onto the leather seats for dear life, quiet and desperate sounds escaping your mouth as the Austrian retreated himself from you.

He wiped his mouth with his fingers before he put them into his mouth.

“To be honest schatzi, I liked that meal way better than the one at the restaurant.” Kissing your wet clit one last time before he sat himself down next to you again.

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norrisleclercf1 · 10 months

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#this little boy #breaking my heart #ugh he's so cute #lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #Mercedes #f1 mclaren #f1 mercedes #formula one #f1 2023 #silverstone gp 2023

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ifgosling · 27 days

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𝙸. ┄─ Lewis Hamilton moodboard﹒☂️

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lenoraah · 7 months

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𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

pairing - mick schumacher x reader

summary - cute and (hopefully) short moments in mick and reader’s relationship written in headcannons

a/n - i also did this for Charles and Logan :)

☆ logan’s version | charles’s version

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height difference-

~if you’re a short girlie like me this one is for you

~I know Mick is 5’9/176cm but it’s okay, it’s okay

~i feel like height could seen like a teasing and cute thing in your relationship

~basic things like patting your head or resting his chin on the top of your head

~or they can slowly get dirty, like he has his hands on your hips and they slowly travel towards there when you in dress or you just woke up and you’re in a nightie or, i don’t know, panties

~back to other fluffy things, the classic ‘i can’t reach the top self’ or reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss him

~either you’re tiny and petite or the two of have a major seven inches/17.78cm height difference, it doesn’t really matter. he sees you as like a little gnome or tiny fairy that he has to protect

~oh and we can’t forget the, ‘one question, how’s the weather down there?’

dancing in the rain-

~ugh I love this idea for much

~i can imagine drizzling rain, lacy crème slip dresses, navy sweater and chinos and record players

~it would be after a fancy yacht party or a dinner date

~Mick would insist that the two of you would go right back into your apartment before you get sick but you would insist that a quick dance wouldn’t hurt

~even if music is a bit impossible on a sidewalk loud enough for the two of you to hear through the rain, there would definitely be some of that internal dialogue music

~however if it’s pouring rain, the two of you would find time to dance in your living room

~that’s where the record player come in

~i’m getting Lana Del Rey and Gracie Abrams vibes from dancing with a perfect blue eyed blonde boy in your living room wile it’s pouring outside

summer break-

~summer would be your favorite season

~it’s when the two of you can wake up next to each other without a rush and make breakfast together and stay up watching a cheesy movie together

~i can see hiking, swimming and to be honest any outside activity

~I live for the thought of you and Mick being parents to Angie

~going out for walks with her, watching her run around the beach following Mick

~all three of you would be so happy especially you and Angie

~because instead of having her whimpering in your lap whiling watching the race missing your boyfriend because he’s with the team at the race

~overall one more thing is that you are the one that has to remind him to wear sunscreen otherwise you’ll have a cute tomato- uh i mean a cute sunburnt boyfriend

teaching each other your mother tongue-

~we all know Mick speaks German

~if you do know another language than the two of you definitely teach the other person some basic conversation words

~he would also learn because he wanted to talk to your parents incase their English isn’t that well or they don’t know English and it would be nice to talk to Gina and Corinna in German

~you and him would learn to call each other cute nicknames in each other’s mother tongue

~can you imagine the look on his face when you call him schatz or liebe

~it would be so cute

~however if you don’t know any other language then he will still teach you some words

~okay one more idea, what if he propose to you in your mother tongue

~ugh i can’t with this and him

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f1version · 4 months

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SANTA DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ MSC47

pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader ( she/her )

summary: Mick and you have been best friends for years, been through the good and bad, but feelings change and thoughts spiral. Will this holiday time make both of you realize that you could be the one?

warnings/info: fluff, best friends to lovers, miscommunication (they’re avoiding each other), kissing, a bit of anxiety, a try-to hallmark movie my way through fics.

word count: 2.1k words

note: inspired on sabrina carpenter’s song! hope you like it, have a good day and happy holidays!

snowglobe, a holiday special

DECEMBER 20, 2023

It’s cold outside; snow is falling everywhere but not with enough force to block the streets or close the stores. Usually, when the weather looks like this, you would call Mick and bake those cookies he loves. He would put on his ‘Emotional Support’ apron and pretend to help. You would tease him about how he never does anything, just there to eat, and he would laugh, eyes lighten up, and say something along the lines of—I just passed you the flour! or whatever ingredient he helped you grab from the shelf ten minutes back.

Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in this place, so desperately in love with your best friend, with butterflies in your stomach when he hugs you, a silly smile on your face when he tells some awful joke, and an enormous fear of telling him, sort of. It doesn’t matter; that won't stop you from baking cookies on such a pretty snowy day.

You: Wanna come over? I’m making cookies

Mick: Very busy right now

Mick: Just do them without me

You: that's alright

Here’s the thing: Mick’s been acting as cold as snow since the last time you saw each other a week ago. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, not that you are aware of; you were watching Hallmark movies together, and he decided to leave abruptly before the movie ended. Maybe it’s just an emergency, he said, but he’s been running away from you for days, your friends confused over the whole thing.

You wonder if he’s noticed. Lately, your friends have spent a lot of time telling you how obvious it looks—shiny eyes paired with a never-ending smile. They have also suggested it’s mutual, which you hope because all you've wanted to do before your family's Christmas party is to confess, but who knows, maybe you’ve all been watching too many movies.

DECEMBER 22, 2023

“Are you sure you didn’t do anything to make him mad?” Alicia, your best friend, asks. She came in to leave some decorations for the party on Sunday, but one life update lent to another and of course, the Mick situation came up.

“It doesn't even seem like he’s mad at me,” You say because it’s true, you’ve known Mick long enough to know how he acts when mad, “he’s just ignoring me.”

She sighs. “Then why don’t you ask him what’s wrong?”

You’ve asked yourself that a couple of times, but the answer is still not clear, usually is as easy as walking down the street to his house but this time the thought overwhelms you. “Because I'm scared?” You answer, out of breath. “I don't know. I’m focusing on the party, especially because Mom doesn’t come back until tomorrow evening.”

“Honestly, my suggestion is for you to ask him before the party.”

You sigh, knowing she’s right. The Christmas party is a tradition your families started eleven years ago, after Alicia, Gina, Esteban, Mick, and you decided to become inseparable at one of Mick’s birthday parties. This year it will be hosted at your family home, and with your mom away in Germany for a work conference, you’ve had your friends come around and help. They’ve all shown up but Mick. What the hell is his problem?

“I know Ali but,” Your phone starts ringing, Mickey is displayed on your screen with a picture of Mick carrying Angie. Alicia rolls her eyes and encourages you to take it with her head. “Hello?”

“Hi. I'm panicking a bit,” he says, the background noise lets you know he's in his car.

“Why?” You ask, forgetting you were having a crisis on this. “Is everything okay?”

He sighs. “It’s embarrassing, but I have no idea what to get your mom,” he says, and you laugh. Last year, you were having this exact crisis about Corinna.

You hum, thinking, “She wanted new pedals for her bike. Loved some she saw in Bike World; you’ll have to drive a bit, but I’ll send you the pic.” You put your phone away, change the call to speaker, and open messages, sending the picture your mom sent you a month ago. “There you go.”

“You are a lifesaver.”

You smile, letting out a laugh. “I know, idiot.”

“Bye, love you,” he says. Your calls always end like this; it’s a habit, so you mutter Love you back and hang up.

Alicia is staring at you, a grin on her red lips. “I hate both of you,” and she laughs, grabbing her keys and purse, about to leave. You’re somehow dumbfounded.

“What?”

“Bye, love you. Love you,” she mimics, and you feel heat rise up your cheeks. “You guys really need to talk; I’m done dealing with him too.”

“What? Ali, it’s a ha-”

“I’m coming back at six”

“Alicia!”

“Just ask him!” She closes de door before you can even ask her to come back.

DECEMBER 24, 2023

Needless to say, you didn’t talk with Mick on the 23rd. Too busy dealing with the party and, as Esteban said, too busy avoiding the topic.

Now it’s 7 p.m., warm lights tint the house while friends and family sway along the music in the background. Mick has been around since ten in the morning, bringing presents, a couple of ingredients that your mom was missing, and decorations, which he then helped put together. Now he’s just in full black attire, wine in hand, singing along to the song playing. Once again, you're too busy in your world to notice him approaching you.

“You always know which songs to play,” he says. Because he knows it’s your playlist reproducing. You know that’s one of his favorite songs.

“I try my best. But I also know it’s one of your favorites,” you answer, and he hums. There’s a void between you, one that hasn't been there before. It's not the tension when you fight or the longing when you're upset; it's not the excitement of seeing each other after months of traveling or the mischief when you prank your friends. It’s different—something that has been building itself for months—and you are too oblivious to understand what it is.

“You look beautiful,” Mick says, not looking at you but at his drink. He’s looked at you enough tonight, he thinks. You look up, suddenly feeling an outrageous urge to kiss him. Try and see if that’s the answer to all your questions.

He’s faster though, clears his throat, and says, “I’m going for more cookies.”

And he leaves. Your eyes stay on his back as he takes one cookie from the snack table. See him hum to the taste. You smile, bittersweet, What is going on, Mick? You want to shout at him, tell him in a million different ways how confusing all of this is, but that’s a talk for tomorrow; you’ve decided, you can't escape it any longer then.

"Shatz,” Someone calls and then says your name.

“Hm, yes, mom?” You ask, and it’s time to eat.

[ 10 minutes later ]

You are in the middle of dinner, or gossiping time, as Gina calls it, when Aunt Adelaide starts asking each one of you—the single, young members of the family and friends—about relationships. It’s not your favorite part, but a lot of fun commentary comes out of it.

Hearing your name, you know it's your turn. “Do you have anyone special yet? Maybe a secret boyfriend you don't want to tell us about?"

You laugh, “No, no. But I hope someone comes along this year.” First, you have to get over Mick, you think, and laugh a bit more.

“I have a neighbor I could introduce you to, dear. He’s a lovely young man.” She always has someone to present you to; it’s surprising. You try to go on dates with them, but they never end up working.

“I’ll think about it.” You say this as the loud sound of silver hitting the floor calls everyone’s attention.

Mick abruptly stands up. “I’m sorry,” he says as he picks up his fallen fork. He looks uncomfortable, like he’s had enough of the food, the music, or the topic. “Excuse me, I’m going for another one.”

The table has fallen silent. Aunt Adelaide is looking at you in amusement, a playful grin on her face. Someone nudges your shoulder, and you know it’s Alicia. Her eyes stand on a strange middle ground between confused and knowing, tilting her head in encouragement, like she always does. You also stand up, not so abruptly, but now everyone looks at you expectantly. “I’m going. Excuse me.”

You follow Mick to the kitchen; thankfully, it's far enough from the dining room that no one will bother.

“Mick?” You call once you’re there. His head is on his hands, and he is murmuring inaudible words to himself. "Mick, what is going on?"

He looks up, his hair messy. He’s overthinking, and you don't know what to do. You feel lost looking at him, far away from his thoughts and feelings. “What do you mean? Everything is alright.”

“You don’t look alright,” you say, shaking your head. “You’ve been acting strange.”

“No, I haven't. We’re alright,” he lies once again, picking on his thumbs.

You sigh, knowing this is when you talk about it—no script, no thinking, just questions and hope for answers. Whatever is budging him has his anxiety running in full force. “No, you’re not, and we're not; I have no idea what just happened, and you're acting as if you barely know me."

He takes a deep breath, runs his fingers through his hair, and looks at you with his deep blue eyes. You see questions being asked but don’t understand how to answer them. “It’s nothing; I'm just. It’s hard to explain; you won't understand.”

“I will try to understand then, like I always do.” You promise, taking two steps forward, close enough to reach out and hold him, "Just please talk to me."

“I don’t want to mess things up between us,” he says, sounding afraid. It reminds you of the time sixteen-year-old Mick broke your favorite perfume by accident. He didn’t want to tell you, too afraid you would stop talking to him. You really hope he didn’t break anything, material or not.

“You won't. I will be here for you.”

“I just want,” he stops himself once again. His eyes never leave yours, so you open yours a bit, waiting, listening to whatever he has to say, and it seems to work because he just says, “You."

“What?” You blank, not knowing what to say or do, not knowing if you understood correctly or if it’s the movie's effect once again. You see the exact moment in which he panics.

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, I.” He looks everywhere but your eyes, searching for an exit. Your first instinct is to grab his hand, keeping him where he is.

“I could,” you say slowly, looking at your now-intertwined hands. “I could be misunderstanding all of this, but, Mick,” you say, looking at him. He’s looking back, hope in his gorgeous sky blue eyes. “I like you, but no, not even. Mick, I’m so in love with you it hurts. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but then you disappeared. You didn’t want to see me; you were acting different, and I got so worried, but I think...”

“That we are both idiots,” he says, a small smirk growing on his lips.

“Yes, yes, we are.”

He smiles and brings his free hand to your cheek, says your name like it’s meant for him to say forever. “I’m in love with you too, so much. I got so scared when I realized that I didn't just like you, that I couldn’t hide it anymore. And then our friends started saying how obvious I was being.”

“Same here,” you say, laughing. He moves his hand, pulling you in for a warm hug. It feels different than any other you’ve shared; the last two pieces of a puzzle you’ve been building together, finally finding their place. It’s a breath of fresh air. Mick’s hands are all around you, softly caressing your back, his head buried in your neck, leaving a small peck before distancing himself enough so he can see your face. You want to ask if it's appropriate to kiss him now.

But he's the first to talk. “Quick question."

“Shoot."

“Do I need a mistletoe to kiss you?” He asks, and you laugh loudly. Shake your head in embarrassment. Oh, how you love this man.

“As much as I enjoy the tradition, all you, Mick Schumacher, have to do is ask,” and now it's his turn to laugh, brings you closer while doing so.

“Can I please kiss you?"

You pretend to think about it and decide to tease him a little bit: “Is that what you asked for Christmas?"

“It’s the exact thing I asked Santa Claus for."

“Then merry Christmas, Mick.”

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lewishamiltonstuff · 3 months

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Toto's inventing new stages of grief atp. Meanwhile, Lewis:

#he's even using the hashtags and all #i am loving everything about this. this amazing confidence. i am sure he saw something in ferrari. the same way he saw something in Merc #f1 #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #formula one #lewis #lh44 #f1blr #toto wolff #torger Christian wolff #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes f1 #team lh44 #linkedin #f1 meme #f1 mercedes #team lh #mission 44

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theycallmelii · 2 months

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i am too delusional for f1

i was so confident in someone else winning the opener race🥲

#f1 #f1 bahrain 2024 #f1 2024 #max verstappen #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #f1 red bull #ferrari #lewis hamilton #mercedes #f1 mercedes #lando norris #mclaren

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daisybianca · 1 year

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pairing: toto wolff x femalereader

summary: it's toto's birthday and you have a little treat for him.

warnings: smut, sexual themes, cursing words, unprotected sex (be safe!)

YOU ENTERED THE bedroom quietly, careful not to wake him up.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, your eyes surveyed the form snoring softly, feasting on the magnificent sight. A thin sheet clinging to his body, you watched his sculpted chest slowing rising with each breath as your eyes trace the lines of his chiseled abs and deep hollow of his V. His legs sprawled wide, one has escaped the sheets, a piece of his muscular thigh and rounded hip peeking through. You smiled as the wetness began to pool between your legs. The throbbing started making itself noticeable, too.

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you realize it was time. You treaded silently to his side of the bed and gently threw your leg over his waist. He stirred slightly as you lowered yourself onto his crotch, trying hard to balance a plate in one hand and a lighter in the other. "Toto," You whisper loudly as you lit the candle on an oversized cupcake covered in globs of white frosting. He turned his head but continued to sleep.

"Wake up birthday boy." You called louder, grinding into his groin for effect. He lazily half-opened his eyes.

A grin started to spread across his face as the fog of sleep started to lift, and he spotted your naked body, the cupcake framed perfectly by your ample breasts. Quietly chuckling as you started to sing happy birthday off-key, he rolled his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes shining in the light of the candle. As the song drew to a close, he slowly sat up and placed his hands on your waist.

"Make a wish, old man." You purred as you took the cupcake in your hand and threw the plate to the floor. He laughed and ran his hands over your ass while his eyes lock on yours. Deep in thought, his eyes began to darken. Raising an eyebrow, he smiles slyly as he blew out the candle, his eyes never leaving yours.

Pulling out the extinguished candle from the cupcake, you leaned over to place it on the nightstand. Toto firmly grabbed your legs to hold you steady and repositioned them around his waist. Pulling you closer, his hardening cock twitched as it settled into the folds of your wet spot. He lowered his index finger to the cupcake and picked up some of the frosting. He slowly dragged his finger on your lower lip, leaving a trail of icing. You ran your tongue over your lip as he dipped the finger in the frosting again and brought it to his plump lips. He held your gaze as he licked the icing from his finger. "Mmm, delicious… but not as sweet as you." Grinning wickedly, he covered three fingers with icing and reached down to spread it on your erect nipple. Leaning you back, you breathe in sharply as he placed his lips over your frosted nipple and began to suck it clean. Gasping as he bit down hard on your swollen bud, you dropped the cupcake in between your laps.

"Shit!" You cried in exasperation.

Toto, failing to contain his laughter as a string of swear words stream from your mouth, he released his grip on your breast and grabbed his chest. You shot him a dirty look as you reached down to gather up the mess of cake and frosting.

"No, no, babe, that’s mine." He scolded, grabbing your hands firmly as he shook his head disapprovingly.

Ignoring your surprised expression, he gleefully began to smear the cupcake all over your stomach.

You gasped as his frosting covered fingers slipped between the folds of your sensitive spot and started to circle your clit. A groan escaped as pleasure radiated from your core. Your hips started to rub back and forth on his throbbing shaft. Toto pressed his lips to your shoulder and started to bite and lick his way up to your ear.

"You’re so sticky and wet." He murmurs. Looking at you through his long, black lashes, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips. But before he could open his mouth, you grabbed them and guided them to your tongue. "Fuck, (y/n)," He groaned loudly as you sucked his fingers into your mouth.

Grabbing his swollen cock, you placed his tip into your dripping spot. He pulled you closer and thrusted his hips, diving deeper into you. His fingers left your mouth and traveled back to your clit, stroking it hard as he pumped faster. His hungry mouth met yours as he pulled you closer.

You felt him start to pulsate and the warmth of his climax deep inside just as the first wave of your orgasm hit. You moaned into each other’s mouths as you came together. Your bodies shaking, sticky with sweat and frosting, he kissed your forehead as you tried to catch your breath.

"So babe, do you have any more candles?" He teased as he ran his fingers up and down your back. "I need to make another wish."

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