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softtdaisy · 11 months

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mick + "you slept like a baby. it was kind of cute."

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 811

A/n: here comes my baby Mick. I’m soooo happy to finally write for him, I hope I did him justice 🥺

First, you heard some game noises. The one from your boyfriend’s favorite video game.

Then you heard some complaints in German. Needless to say there was only man you know that could be saying them.

You open one eye, trying to adjust to the sun shining in the room, then the other. You were still sleepy and your glance was a little blurry. But it didn’t take you long to recognize and remember where you are. The TV showing the video game you just heard, the poster of an old f1 gp on the wall, one his father won obviously, the shelf with all the trophies and all Angie’s stuff in the corner of the room. Yeah, no doubt. You were at your boyfriend’s place.

Your head was on his lap so when you turned around, you saw his beautiful and serious face. You loved how his blue eyes seemed bigger when he focused on winning his game. Or he was biting his lips without even noticing it when it got harder. The sun was shining on his face and it was like a beautiful painting. Yes, Mick was definitely an angel, as if you needed confirmation;

His face softened suddenly and a smile appeared on his lips. “Good morning, Mein Liebling” he said with a low voice, knowing that you just woke up. One of his hands left the controller so he could brush your hair with so much tenderness. If you thought about sitting up, you clearly abandoned this idea. How could leave his lovely touch and body when it was the most comfortable and safest place you know.

“You shouldn't have let me sleep” you yawned, which made him laugh. “We were supposed to spend the day together.” You felt guilty about falling asleep. Not you meant to. Mick came back yesterday from a two weeks trip with Mercedes. As usual, you had been studying a lot while he was gone. It was the advantage of being alone: except for when Mick texted you or called you to make sure you were taking a break, you could work as much as you want. The only problem was that you sacrificed most of your nights to do that. So when you stopped, all the tiredness hit you.

The music stopped playing. You turned your head slightly to see that Mick put the game on pause. And before you could ask anything, his second hand meet your face to make you face him again. Then it was his soft lips that met yours for a lovely and tender kiss. You felt his blond hair brushing your forehead. “You needed some sleep.” he spoke against your lips. “So I let you sleep.”

That was pure Mick. He always put the others first. Not that he considered letting you take a nap a sacrifice. Especially considering he was home for two weeks and he had planned many things with you. But if you told him that you wanted to travel with him during his break, he would cancel all his plans and go with you. He would do anything for you, from doing the craziest thing to watch you sleep peacefully.

Mick sat up straight and helped you cuddle against him. "Plus you slept like a baby.” He laughed, still brushing your hair. You hit him in the chest, which, of course, made him laugh even harder. “It was kind of cute!"

“You watched me sleep, Schumi?”

“Do I have to remind you that you didn’t fall asleep on my lap?” you frowned. You didn’t? You questioned Mick with a confused look and he answered by shaking his head. “I promise you didn’t. You were lying next to me, reading your book. I took it away when I saw you sleeping. I don’t know if it’s the movement or if you just remembered that I was more comfortable than your favorite pillow, but you ended up here.”

It wasn’t a surprise. Anytime you were sleeping together, either you or Mick would find its way to the other. Even when you didn’t feel asleep in each other’s arms, you would always wake up with Mick’s body pressed against yours, his arms around you and, sometimes, his lips on your hair like he wanted to give you some love even while asleep. Anytime it happened, you saw it as a reminder that Mick was your soulmate.

Now that you were well awake, you didn’t plan on spending the rest of your day doing nothing. So you took the controller on the bed and gave your boyfriend a challenging look. “I heard you had some troubles, wanna fight?”

“You heard?” he answered, confused, but still looking for the second controller beside the bed.

“Well, you watch me sleep, I listen to you playing. It was kind of cute!” you added, trying to sound like him.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #mick Schumacher x reader #mick Schumacher imagine #mick Schumacher fluff #mick schumacher story #mick Schumacher fanfic #f1 story #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #my writing

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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dom!mick + smut + vibrator if you’re still taking blurbs ;)

Vibrator | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick decides to try something new in bed. ✓ nsfw. dirty talk. graphic description of sex. p in v. no protection. use of toys. edging. +18!! Minors DNI!!!.

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The frantic snaps of Mick's body against Yn's pushing and pulling his cock from her wet entrance did not match the soft way in which he pressed the vibrator against her clit which only seemed to add to the sensations.

"Mick-" she whimpered and his lips tugged upwards in a smirk.

One of his hands was holding her wrists together on top of the cushions, while the other used the toy as he pleased. He was playing one of his favorite games: to edge Yn, make her twist and whimper, beg to finally cum. And he loved to do it because it seemed as if she came harder each time.

"I'm gonna turn the vibrations up," he threatened in a mutter, biting his lips to keep his smirk from showing.

"I-I'm sorry. Sir. I'm sorry, Sir," Yn corrected, trying to keep her hips from shying away from his ministrations.

"Good. Be a good girl, and I'll let you come," he whispered, slowing down his thrusts just when he felt her cunt squeeze his dick, almost ready to tip over the edge and cum.

She kept from complaining and crying by kissing and licking his neck, sinking her teeth in his skin. Mick couldn't help but snap his hip, and moan on her ear, dropping the vibrator and letting all his control go over the window.

"Please, sir," she begged, knowing she would get what she wanted in a matter of minutes.

"Pull my hair," he commanded, before finally releasing her wrists. "And, Liebling?" Mick's ocean eyes found her, a darker tone around his irises, "you only come when I tell you to, got it?"

He was giving, but oh wasn't he also taking.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I hope you guys like itttt!! Don't forget to reblog and leave me a comment if you liked this piece and want to read more stuff like this one *mwah*

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must-or · 3 days

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#ishimondo #mick schumacher #thoma #bts meme #billy hargrove x reader #styroblr #planet #coming out #poems #the story so far #jenna coleman #zarry

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princemick-archive · 1 year

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All Access: Sebastian Vettel's Final Race In F1

#the bestie behaviour of being completely unintrested in what he has to say but still letting him talk his ass off #seb has probably already heard this story like thats what his face is telling me #f1 #mick schumacher #sebastian vettel #smick #f1edit #kyle.gif #ad22

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driveitlikesebastianvettelwould · 1 year

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What we’re truly here for at ROC😅

Jan. 28 2023, day 1 ROC nations cup🏆

#a lil mishap #honestly this put me on the ground #🤣#this is free smiles and serotonin #seb was laughing qUicK #what a little bastard #so was val #checks out #I beg you to go watch the actual story it’s better quality😅#you can see Seb’s .001 second concern face before he turned into the chaos kitty he is #sebastian vettel #mick schumacher #valterri bottas #mika hakkinen #felix rosenqvist #tom kristensen #roc 2023 #mick and seb🥹#he’s too pretty for this world

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gonnaupdatethisrandomly · 4 months

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#just #angie schumacher #source laila's insta story #mick schumacher

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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🫶

a very angsty Christmas l masterlist

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.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher angst #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher story #mick schumacher fic #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #my writing

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thisismeracing · 9 months

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Congratulations on 1k <3

Mick + drunk + fluff

Drunk | MS47

⸺ the one where your favorite driver drunkenly confesses his love to you. ✓ mentions of alcohol and food.

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Mick was usually a very composed guy. He was often the designated driver whenever their friends decided to party, and when he wasn't, he still wouldn't get hammered. That's why Yn was so confused when she opened her door only to find her friend and, at some point, a coworker barely standing in front of her house.

"Mick?" she asked, confusion written all over her face.

"Hi, Yn. Wie gehts?" he slurred, starting to use his native language, and Yn frowned even deeper.

"I'm ok, I guess. You...not so much eh?"

She took a step back and motioned for him to get in, which he did stumbling inside and leaving his shoes at the entrance.

"How'd you get here?"

"So many questions," he mumbled jokingly rolling his eyes, or trying to because he was so drunk Yn swore that wasn't a proper eye roll. "I ubered here, or someone did... I dunno."

Yn took a deep breath and went to her kitchen to get the kettle ready. He would need the strongest cup of coffee and the coldest bath, and she would give it to him because if the roles were reversed Mick would sure take care of her, no questions asked.

"Wait, don't leave me alone, Yn." He stepped into the kitchen behind her and almost fell trying to sit on one of her stools.

"I had no idea you were this needy when drunk," Yn joked and Mick didn't answer. His hands were on the marble counter and he was watching with lazy eyes her every move.

They met when Mick started in F1. Yn worked with Mercedes and was close friends with Esteban, so it wasn't a surprise when they hit it off from the start. Once Mick went to Mercedes, they became even closer, and what used to be platonic, started having its own space in Yn's heart. She was in love with Mick.

What she didn't know at the time was that Mick was in love with her too.

"I had to talk to you."

"And it couldn't wait until you were sober?" she quipped.

"No, I'm terrified I'm-" Yn's coffee machine started its crazy noise swallowing what Mick was about to confess.

He directed his blue eyes to his palm, and he could almost hear a small and sober part of himself screaming that this was not a good idea, that she probably wouldn't be into him that way.

"Let's go, you're getting into the shower. I think I have a sweatpant that's going to fit you just right," she clicked something on the machine and started walking to the corridor.

Mick followed her in his drunk haze, just like he would follow her sober. Lance even joked once about how he looked like a found lost puppy while trailing behind Yn in the paddock.

"Can you hold yourself? Shower without falling in my bathroom or destroying it?"

"Of course!" His offended face made Yn chuckle.

When she reached the door, ready to leave him be, Mick's muffled voice called for her.

"I can shower, but I think I'll need some help with this shirt..." and sure enough Yn turned around to see Mick's torso on display while his head was stuck on his shirt.

Yn's laughter boomed around the walls of the bathroom, and she could almost hear Mick doing the same and being interrupted by a hiccup. She reached for the shirt and detangled him before quickly turning around and leaving, trying to ignore how intimate it felt to take care of him in such a vulnerable state.

While Mick showered to sober up, Yn got him coffee, some crackers, and hungover pills for he would definitely wake up with his head pounding the next morning.

When she walked into the room, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, a towel on his broad shoulders and some droplets of water running from his back to his waist, stopping at the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing.

"Gotcha some food and coffee to help you sober up, are you feeling any better?" Yn asked, settling the tray on her nightstand.

"I love you," he whispered, and she was thankful her hands were free because otherwise, she would have dropped everything on her bedroom floor.

And, of course, part of her tried to tell her that it was the kind of 'I love you' you tell your best friend, but the second their eyes met Yn knew exactly what kind of confession that was.

"You're drunk, Mick..."

"I'm in love with you, Yn." He started again. "I have been since my first year in the grid, and I'm sorry I'm saying it like this, but-" he hiccups interrupting his own rambling, and then they're both laughing.

There's some kind of relief in finally sharing the truth, letting it free to go around.

"We'll talk about it in the morning, ok?"

"But...do you love me back? You don't even have to love me, you can just like me, do you like me back? I- I've never done this before, how does one ask if the other is in love too, but without sounding like a fool? Or is it just because I'm still a bit drunk?"

Yn giggled, rolling her eyes and carding her fingers to his blonde mop of hair that was still damp from the cold shower. She dipped down and kissed his forehead, and Mick closed his eyes enjoying the caress of her lips on his skin.

"I'm in love with you too, your dork."

"Can you kiss me?"

"We're not having our first kiss with you drunk," she shook her head.

"Oh- Scheiße!- that's actually true! Mhm but wait," Mick holds his pointer finger up as if he's about to state something, and Yn takes a step back to watch him attentively. "I just crashed your cozy Friday night at home- do you still love me? After taking care of me drunk? After I put you through all this trouble?"

Yn rolled her eyes, kissed the tip of his nose, and added, "Yes, Mick Schumacher, I still love you."

"Even after I accidentally dropped and spilled half of your shampoo on the bathroom floor?"

"Ye- Wait WHAT?"

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: That was a bit longer than I anticipated lol 1k words, but I hope you guys like it!! yay *forehead kiss* Don't forget to like and reblog this piece!

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f0point5 · 2 months

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Maybe I will get roasted for this but if my bf was famous you would never catch me tagging his main insta in posts because the replies are coming from whoever manages that account most of the time and I’m sorry but I would never recover 😂

It doesn’t take away anything from their real life relationships but that one digital footwork would end me

#this is not wag hate #if you follow me you know I’m not that person #but it’s too funny when they’re reposting the gfs vday story and it’s probably their sm team #max verstappen #esteban ocon #george russell #mick Schumacher

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zingaplanet · 1 year

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It's alright if one day you can't be here to remember,

I'll do it,

I'll remember it for you,

I'll say it a hundred times,

Thank you.

#for the gift of a lifetime #i'll make sure he knows it too #i'll make sure somebody stood by his side #i'll make sure somebody remembers him #thank you michael for giving us seb #thank you seb for everything #goodbye!#seb's posts make me emotional ok #him and the schumacher family is a love story #mick schumacher #michael schumacher #sebastian vettel #f1 #f1 rpf

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acrosstobear · 2 years

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#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #haas #spanish gp 2022 #video from haas ig stories #thots #this is. yeah #NO COMMENT CAUSE IF I COMMENT ILL BE BANNED FOR LIFE

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f1-obsessed333 · 2 years

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«Alpine expects it to receive a decision from the Contract Recognition Board before next Friday regarding the soap opera surrounding Oscar Piastri's contract.

Anyway, Gasly seems to be the top candidate for the seat next to Ocon. Schumacher's name is still singing around.»

NEXT FRIDAY?!?! I thought it was suppose to be 3 days?!?!

Correction: it’s this Friday. Google translate was just being stupid😅

#never ending story #f1 #daniel ricciardo #mick schumacher #pierre gasly #silly season 2022 #oscar piastri

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spicyclover · 1 year

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Santa’s letter

Summary: Christmas is coming, and your, Mick, baby girl Cora has to write her letter to Santa.

Enjoy, and let me know in the comment what you think! :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE, everyone! <3 Lots of love <3

You are sitting at the dining table with your sweet little baby, who’s eating her snack.

“Do you want to write a letter to Santa?”

She nods her head yes.

“So, dear Santa, my name is?”

“Cora”

“Cora. I am... How many years old are you?”

“Two,” she responds, putting her little fingers up.

“Good job, two! Where do you live?”

“I dunno.”

“Do you live in Texas?”

She nods again to say yes.

“Have you been naughty, nice or both this year?”

“Nice.”

“You’ve been nice the whole time?”

“Yeah!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!”

“What are some things that you could do better?”

“Play?”

“Oh, you can play better? Okay. What else? Could you be sweeter to Daddy? Be sweet to Daddy.” you wrote down on the paper. “What do you want for Christmas this year from Santa?”

“Finn.”

“Huh?”

“Finn.”

“What?”

“Finn from Santa.”

“Fun?”

“No, Finn.”

“Thin?”

“No, FINN.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying!”

“Finn!”

“Daddy, I need you to translate.” Mick comes over. “Alright, tell Daddy what you want from Santa.”

“I want Finn.”

“It’s Sven,” Mick says, smiling.

“Sven? Oh, from Frozen?” You realize and write it down.

“Yeah.”

“Sven. Like a doll?”

“Yeah. She’s got all the other ones but doesn’t have Sven.” Explains Mick while kissing the head of your baby.

“What else do you want from Santa?”

“I dunno. Cocomelon.”

“Cocomelon.” You write her idea and continue. “Do you want more Martine books?”

“What about the Berenstain Bears?” Jokes Mick while eating an apple on her plate.

“No. No.” She giggles a little.

“Do you want dress-up clothes?”

She nods and adds.

“Clothes for baby Didi.

“Oh, you want clothes for baby Didi.”

“What about some financial literature?” Suggest Mick.

“No.” You all say at the same time, smiling.

“Have you been good?” Question Mick with a mischievous smile. She nods vividly yes. “Have you been kind of bad?” She giggles a little and nods no after thinking about it.

“Alright, Daddy’s gonna mail this to Santa. Okay, good job.” You say to her while putting the letter in the envelope.

You smile as you see Mick taking your baby, your creation, out of the baby chair and running after her to clean her up.

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