#f1 2021
nameis-c · 6 months ago
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Send help pls
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rinotakashiro · 5 months ago
Andrea’s question: What’s your lifetime dream?
Everyone else: World champion!
Yuki: Open my restaurant.
Another STR/SAT alumnus also opened a restaurant (in Milan!), but also I vaguely remember he hands out some penalties to you, Yuki…
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alltoolewis · 21 days ago
The Bet- Max Verstappen ✨
Another piece from my 1k prompt list, which isn't the best so apologies!! This one is yet another angst one (can anyone tell that I'm going through a breakup right now lol!)! So like always grab your tissues... (Sorry it isn't that long but I may do a 2nd part depending on how I feel about it or just let it stay the angsty mess it is forever!)
Prompt- “tell me that there was some truth to it...” “...come on. I don’t want to do this.” “Tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”
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Summary- As the new season arrives, you are excited to be by your boyfriend's side for yet another year... However, that all fades after you hear an interesting conversation between him and the other drivers...
"Oh it's good to be back...!" Max cheered, the familiar scent of burnt-out tires and fuel gracing your noises "I missed this place too much!" Pouting your lips, you stopped in your tracks causing Max to stop with you as your hands remained attached "Was spending the last month with me that bad...?" Rolling his eyes at your playfully dig, he pulled you closer, fixing your lanyard before placing his head against yours "Of course, not Schat..." Your smiles mirrored each other, as you placed your lips on his "but that doesn't mean I didn't miss seeing you wearing that jersey...!" Swirling you around with one arm, he let out a low wolf whistle "New numbers looking good on your baby...!"
Lifting his hat off of him, you placed it on your own head "Thanks handsome... could say the same thing about you!" You and Max had only started dating a couple of weeks into last season. You were surprised that he would ever even notice you, never mind randomly ask you out on a date! It wasn't every day that a multi-millionaire driver would acknowledge the team's assistant... but somehow he did.... Since it started, your relationship had grew from strength to strength! The fans loved seeing Max so happy with someone they considered 'relatable' instead of the usual F1 wag type!
Once you and Max entered the red bull suit, he was immediately whisked away, leaving you to entertain yourself for the next hour or so! You hated when he would have to leave you for hours at end while he got ready for the exciting weekend to come... obviously, it was his job, and you loved nothing more than to see him succeed in the most dangerous sport there was week after week... but that didn't mean you didn't miss his presence when he couldn't be there beside you.
After not being able to take his absence much longer, you decided to go search for the world champion yourself, hoping that he would have a little bit of time for a break... "I'm just going to go check on Max..." You smiled excusing yourself from Carola as you headed towards his private room. Just as you were about to knock on his door, however, a familiar voice saying your name stopped you in your tracks...
"So how are things going with (y/n)…" Pierre asked a smug tone in his voice as you looked curiously through the gap of the door, hoping that they wouldn't catch you "Alright I guess..." Max chuckled, oblivious to your presence as he spoke his mind carelessly "Still in for that bet..."
'Bet?' you thought... 'what bet?' but you didn't have to think for that much longer as Lando answered for you. "I'm surprised you've lasted this long... I would have quit the second she opens her mouth..." Tears spring to your eyes as you continued to listen to your supposedly 'friends & boyfriend' list of the things they couldn't stand of you!
"Shit might come out of it sometimes but her mouth is good for other things!" The line was crossed as anger flooded through your body and before your mind could think it through you pulled open the door, revealing a shock Max and an equally embarrassed Pierre and Lando!
"Hi (y/n)… you oka-" Interrupting Pierre you snapped, glancing over at Max who could already tell that you'd heard it all! "No Pierre! I'm not okay!" Tears brimmed in your eyes once more as you glanced across to the 3 guys in front of you "How could you guys...." Looking Max dead in the eyes "How could you!"
Not wanting them to see you cry you spun on your heel, exiting the room and ignoring Max's pleads for you to stop! "(Y/n)! Please let's talk!"
"Fine we can talk..." You turned around, not even bothering to hide your tears anymore "Answer this one question... was there any truth into this..." His eyes spoke a thousand words as he shook his head shamelessly "Come on... I don't want to do this here..."
"Tell me there was some fucking truth to this, Max..." You yelled, watching him in disgust as he hung his head down low "I get it.." You laughed brokenheartedly "Bye Max... Hope you find someone with a mouth worth more than just sucking you off!"
Walking away, tears rolled down your cheeks as he didn't stop you! Ignoring the questions from the crew!
"What the fuck have you done!" Christian yelled towards Max as he couldn't stop you walking away.... but the truth was nothing could stop you... he's lost you for good!
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redbulllracing · 4 months ago
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ricciardobaby · 4 months ago
baby - DR3
an: dates, names etc don’t match as cba to double check everything. This hasn’t been proof read.
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“Speculation is that these two have been dating for around a year, however we’ve never seen anything that confirmed this.” The Sky Sports commentator spoke over the camera clip of yourself and Daniel Riccardo.
You knew it would slip eventually, but you were still clinging onto the secret especially you were now in the first weeks of pregnancy. You definitely were dating, more like living together but nonetheless you were together. You had been rumoured to be dating a few of the F1 drivers when you became the first woman to be racing for Renault due to simple things like sitting next to them before a race or when a race was rained off.
The pregnancy was certainly a shock, and you certainly didn’t plan to get pregnant this early in your relationship, as well as the line of work you were in. You had yet to tell anyone else apart from Daniel, due to you wanting to finish the season before you announced this and stepped back from racing.
The Danny rumour stuck around longer as you were seen in the paddock together more and more, the looked you shared were somehow perceptron as ‘love eyes’ as they called it.
You were both standing watching the fans from the pit lane as you waited for your turn in qualifying. The rain was heavy now, but you were told you still would do qualifying within the next few hours. It scared you a little, you had let to test the cars potential in these conditioned.
A little over 15 minutes later, the rain had slightly got lighter and you were told to get ready for your qualifying lap. You were positioned behind Lando, watching as he pulled out of the garage and turned to leave the pit.
“You’ll do good. Don’t worry about the rain.” Daniel tried to reassure you. He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaning into you. “Be careful, for you and baby please.”
You gave him a quick smile, “I will don’t worry.”
“I would prefer if you didn’t race.” He told you again.
“There’s two more races to go, I’m not even slightly showing yet.” You reassure him, placing a quick hand onto his shoulder before leaving to get into the F1 car.
You were now in the car, and in the 24th lap of qualifying. The rain had got heavier now, and it was getting hard for you to see 6 feet in front of you.
“Lando is very close to you. Be careful going forward in the rain. The spray from the cars is making it harder” you heard Paul in your ear.
“Yep.” You managed to spit back. You knew you were gaining and were close to sitting above the McLaren’s number 4. As you kept pushing the car to the limit, managing to keep up with the McLaren as he turned the corners.
You were now right up his arse, barely inches between the front wings of your car to his rear. Unknowingly to you both, there was a patch of water on the upcoming corner on probably the tightest parts of the track. It threw Lando’s car into the wall on the left, and while you managed to avoid being thrown, Lando’s mangled car smashed into the left of your car throwing you into the opposite barrier.
As the abandoned cars came to a stop, you let out a deep breathe, a sharp pain shot up your rib cage. You remained still as you put both arms by your side, leaning fully into the seat.
“Are you okay?!” Paul screamed through the radio.
You put out a thumbs up out there car, scared if speaking would hurt your sides more.
Meanwhile the race was red flagged and the drivers were now starting to catch up to the wreck.
“Daniel, Lando and Y/N have crashed ahead. Pretty bad, watch for the wreckage on the road.” Daniel’s radio rung through his ears.
“Is she okay?” He shouted back, instantly slowing down as he turned the corner, knowing the race would be restarted.
“She’s not got out of the car yet.”
“She’s fucking pregnant.” He screamed back, “Where are they on the track?”
You had now managed to get up, barely standing as stewards and medical staff ran over to the car. You looked over to see Lando getting out in the same fashion, him gripping to his elbow as you were your side.
“I’m good.” You finally managed to speak when you were out, attempting to get your helmet off as much as possible. The feeling of it being in made your feel like you were suffocating. You doubled over as you tried to regain your breathing.
You put your head up as you felt someone approach you, seeing Lando tower over you. He instantly pulled you into a hug, “Are you okay?” He whispers into your hair.
“My ribs are agony. Are you?”
He pulled back as you notice Vettle’s car to slow down beside you both. He sticks his thumbs out asking it you both were okay, you quickly give a nod as does Lando, before he drives off.
The safety car came, weaving past the wrecked cars to the both of you who were now positioned on the gravel. Lando helping you get off the ground by his hand. You were taken into the pit lane where you were met with the team who were all looking at you with concern and shock.
“Daniel ah- he said you were pregnant.” Your PR Kirsty said to you, as you watched the medical crew enter the garage.
“When you crashed.” She responded. You went silent, unaware of what to say. Your hands went to your head as you avoided the eyes.
“Well this wasn’t how I planned to tell you all.” You admit, as the medics reached you.
“Yes I am pregnant, as much of you are probably aware but it is Daniel’s.” You start again, “If you want me to stop racing I will, but I’m that early that I wanted to finish the season.”
“We can talk about it once your checked out.” Kirsty smiled. “Congratulations your going to be a mummy.”
You were being checked out by paramedics, over on one of the chairs in the garage when you heard Daniel’s voice before you could see him.
“Where is she? Is she okay?”
“Daniel.” Paul called out to the entryway. Daniel was instantly in the room, running round your mangled car which was now back in the garage.
“Aw thank fuck.” You hear him say as he approached you taking you into a hug, placing a kiss onto your forehead.
“Be careful. My sides are sore.” You complained.
“Is baby okay?” He whispered.
“They know.” You confirmed, before he turned to face Kirsty and some of the team.
“Congratulations Daddy.” Kirsty smiled. Daniel’s grins as he looked down to your face, putting his lips to yours for some quick repeated kisses.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.”
“You seem to be okay apart from your bruising on your sides, but I do still want to check you in hospital for baby.” The lead doctor told you, which you nodded in response. You knew and wanted this to be the case just to be sure.
Baby turned out to be completely okay, and Renault decided that you were to stop racing for baby’s sake incase a repeat incident happened, and may have ended up worse.
You accepted it. You weren’t too happy to begin with, especially with there being a race left. You knew it was for the best for not only your health but the baby’s.
Sky Sports somehow managed to capture Daniel checking you over in the garage which confirmed everyone’s suspicions, however the response you both received on the news of your pregnancy was overwhelming. Thanks to Daniel’s radio, listening back to the commentators during that time was actually funny. They were so speechless, they didn’t know wether to comment on his words or the crash.
Everyone wished you well on the last race of the season as you still attended to support your now very public relationship.
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formulalando · 7 months ago
“F*ck yeah!”
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toastyboi-roastyboi · a year ago
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love this absolutely CRACKHEAD press conference
(please give us another soon, thanks :)
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urmuminnitt · 2 months ago
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this is 100% the reason. thank you for listening to my ted talk.
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ladywolff · 2 months ago
Toto when he sees Christian Horner somewhere :
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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 7 months ago
headaches and taylor swift
( WARNINGS: mentions of a crash (not real), injury, fluff )
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It was highly abnormal to wake up before Mick in the event that he’d sleepover at yours or you at his. He was an early bird, waking up with the sun. It was pretty convenient considering his job required fairly early mornings sometimes, in which he’d crawl out of bed — not disturbing the covers — and tiptoe around the room getting ready for the day ahead, before sneaking around to your side of the bed, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek and leaving the house, all without waking you up.
It was pretty impressive to say the least, but it was the little gestures and concerns he appreciated the most.
This time, however, you’d woken up before him. It was half past ten in the morning and Mick Schumacher was still fast asleep, the duvet pushed down to his waist and tangled in his legs, exposing the silk-soft skin of his bare torso, his face angled in your direction, cheek pressed into the pillow.
Your fingertips danced along the ridges of his midriff, the feeling of the divine warmth of your fingers eliciting goosebumps to raise on his skin. Your eyes were fixed on the large, purple blotches of skin on his side. The bruises trailed up his entire left side; from his waist right up to his shoulder, the severity varying in certain places. You leant forwards, lips tracing the curves of his arm as delicately as you could, pressing soft kisses on his shoulder, being especially mindful of the blossoming lesions marked on his skin.
It didn’t take long for his body to tune in with your sensitive touches, his skin tingling with a burning anticipation as his eyes fluttered open. You greeted him with a soft smile, your eyes searching his cerulean blue for any trace of uncomfortability.
“I can hear you worrying.” He croaked, blinking heavily and resisting the urge to wince as he lifted his arm up, inviting you to shuffle closer into his warm embrace.
You rolled your eyes, “At least it’s within reason.”
You felt his lips curl into a smile against the skin of your collarbone.
“I know.” He sighed, before wincing, inhaling a sharp breath of air, the arm slung over your waist clutching onto your shirt tighter as he finally registered the pain, a wave of agony shooting through his head. He let out a quiet whimper in response, and you slowly peeled yourself from his grip, taking care of his sore side as well.
“Is it a headache?” You asked carefully, making sure your voice remained low and soothing as you traced a tender finger along his cheekbone, your heart hurting with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
He nodded, moving your hand to rest against his temple, seeking relief in the warmth of your palm.
“Hang on,” you removed your hand, ignoring the huff he let out, and reached over to your bedside table, the research you delved into last night paying off as you grabbed the glass of water and the painkillers.
You encouraged him to sit up slightly, wanting nothing more than to wrap him up in a hug as he held his side, his eyes slamming shut to prevent a bout of inevitable dizziness.
Once he’d grabbed the glass, you passed him the painkillers, watching with care as he swallowed the tablets, downing as much of the water as he could in the process, before passing the glass back to you, sliding back under the covers, his arm slinging around your waist before you’d even had chance to settle back down.
As soon as you did, however, Mick practically rolled himself on top of you, his head resting on your chest as he let out a sigh of content, the heat of it warming your skin pleasantly.
It was almost automatic, the way your hands threaded through his blonde locks, gently massaging his scalp in a bittersweet attempt at lessening his pain quicker.
“That feels so good.” He murmured, eyes drooping shut in pleasure.
You smiled, although he couldn’t see it.
“You really scared a lot of people yesterday, you know.” You mumbled after a short while.
You felt his arm tighten around you, “I know.”
You were at work when it happened, and in a way you were glad you weren’t watching because you wouldn’t have known what to do if you saw his crash — the wreckage — with your own eyes, live. You hadn’t even known about it until you got a phone call from Dennis Hauger of all people, that Mick had smashed into the wall with such force he’d lost consciousness and gained a concussion, and then in his somewhat delirious state, he’d demanded to be driven to your place, coincidentally only a short half hour away from the track.
Needless to say, when he arrived, he’d had to point Dennis in the direction of the spare key and as soon as he entered the apartment he’d made a beeline for your bedroom, barely giving Dennis any time to shut the front door in the process.
Which was where you found him when you skipped off work early; he was curled up under your sheets, a sickly green tinge to his cheeks, fresh bruises littered all across his side with purple bags under his eyes as he fought off the nausea and dizziness. As soon as you’d thanked Dennis (he refused to stay, saying he knew a friend who lived not far away from here), you made your way into the bedroom, hurriedly climbing in the bed, not bothering to even get changed just yet, and it barely took a second before Mick had wrapped you in a much-needed hug, claiming the contact helped soothe a raging headache and aching bones.
You pressed a kiss to his temple, one hand slowly beginning to trace the warm skin of his face from the bridge of his nose, around his eyebrow, down his cheekbone, outlining his Cupid’s bow, before trailing feather light touches across his jaw.
“How are you feeling?” You asked, taking note of the fact that he did seem a shade healthier than the night before, and those purple bags under his eyes weren’t so purple.
He lifted his head up, his eyes meeting yours.
“Better. Sore, but better.” He propped himself up, his elbows coming to rest either side of your head, although you could see he was relying a little more on his right side, his left quivering fractionally.
You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile at his stubbornness, but he saw right through you, rolling his eyes and collapsing onto the mattress on your other side, one arm folded under his head.
“You know I don’t have to come in today? I’ve been cleared from the race and they told me not to bother coming in if I don’t want to.” You heard the rustle of the pillow; twisting his neck to gauge your reaction.
This time you couldn’t hold back a grin, and by the laughter ringing across the room, the harmonious sound suggested Mick had found exactly what he was looking for.
Just as he reached an arm out in your direction, you rolled out of his reach, evoking a groan of annoyance from the blonde boy, a crease appearing between his eyebrows as he watched you sit up on the other side of the bed, lifting your arms up to stretch, exposing a sliver of skin from where your sweatshirt had risen up.
This time he shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back towards him. You landed on the sheets, jumper pulled up by your ribs, the elastic on your shorts also pulled down slightly with the descent.
Mick suddenly appeared above you, a frown etched on his face as his necklace hung inches from your nose.
“I don’t want you to leave just yet.” He complained, the frown morphing into a sheepish grin as you folded your arms, raising one eyebrow in question.
“I’m starting to think the reason you came here was just for attention.” You said, pursing your lips, the corner of your mouth unwillingly curving into a smile.
“I came home because I like my favourite person looking after me. The attention is just a given bonus.” He admitted, and you sat up, narrowing your eyes in his direction, a light blush rising to your cheeks at his confession.
You placed your hand on his forehead, pulling a face you realised that he was at the normal temperature.
“Did you just make sure I wasn’t unwell?” He breathed a laugh, now also sat up on his knees, just a bit taller than you.
“Yes.” You mumbled, eyes once again getting drawn to his bruises.
“Why?” He asked, flopping back on the mattress, his head resting back on the pillow as his eyes seemingly raked up and down your figure, a teasing glint reflected in the light of his iris.
“Why?” You repeated, your eyes wide, “Because you used the ‘H’ word.”
He laughed, running a hand through his hair, before it came to rest, tracing patterns on your knee.
“What’s so bad about the ‘H’ word? We’ve said the ‘L’ word before.” He pointed out, eyes dissecting your tilted head and flushed cheeks.
“I know that, it’s just a bit different from the ‘H’ word...I just always assumed it was your house.”
He paused, and you couldn’t tell if he was hesitating to speak or simply thinking.
“I’m going to say something really sappy.” He said, and you groaned, rolling your eyes as he chuckled at your reaction.
“Please don’t.” You implored.
“I have to, though...you know that thing Taylor Swift says in ‘London Boy’?”
“‘God, I love the English’?” You laughed, finding his way of trying to explain whatever it was quite amusing.
Mick dropped his expression, his face becoming a clean slate as he tilted his head in your direction, pursing his lips in annoyance at your chosen lyrics.
“The bit before that.”
“‘Home is where the heart is’?”
He nodded, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.
“You’re my heart.” He whispered quietly, instantly shrinking back under the covers, pulling the duvet up past his head so only a blonde tuft of hair could be seen, just to hide the way his cheeks were flaming up.
You bit your lip at his obvious embarrassment, and tried to hold in a laugh, but the futile attempt only resulted in a snort, your hand immediately flying out to cover your mouth as your eyes widened in shock.
There was a small gust of air as the covers retreated, and Mick reappeared, a mildly horrified look about him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, staring at you with concern.
“Yes. Now about what you just said—”
“No. No. No.” He hid back under the covers, but with the way the mattress was shaking slightly, you could tell he was laughing.
You rolled your eyes fondly, pulling back the covers, your knees placed either side of Mick as you clocked him with one eyebrow raised, the hint of a smile playing at your lips. Your hair tickled his face, and he reached up, tucking the loose strands behind your ears.
“My head hurts.” He said, flashing you a cheeky smile.
“I bet it does.”
“A lot.”
“You’ve just had painkillers.”
“It still hurts.”
“Maybe you’re just dehydrated.”
“Hmm...don’t think that’s it.”
“Missing Angie?”
“No...Wait, yes, but that’s not it.”
“I can’t think of anything else.” You sighed, casting your eyes off to the side.
“I can.” Mick shot back, almost immediately.
“Don’t you find it weird that I have a headache and you haven’t actually kissed me since last night?”
“Are you sure it has nothing to do with your concussion?”
“I don’t buy it.”
“I’m not selling anything, anyway, so that's a relief.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. You felt Mick hold his breath as you leant forwards slightly, the tips of your noses briefly touching, before you pulled away, ignoring his frustrated groan as you rolled into the spot next to him, climbing under the duvet.
“What? I got cold.” You defended, making an added point of pulling the covers up further.
Mick sighed, turning onto his front, unable to help an adoring smile. It didn’t take long before you felt his familiar, calloused hands creep up your jumper, coming to rest just below your ribs.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” He grumbled, and by the look of faux betrayal painted on his face, you had to resist the urge to kiss it away in itself.
“Because we have the entire day to do as much kissing as we want.”
He whined into his pillow, and you took the opportunity to plant a warm kiss on his neck.
“You missed.” His head shot up, and you could see his eyes become unfocused by the sharp movement, sending his head into a spiral.
You just laughed, “Are you okay?”
“Yep. But now my head really does hurt…”
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landinoandco · 7 months ago
Make him proud...
Mick Schumacher x reader
Request from: @tamaraudvardy
Warnings: fluff
Word count: 800 words
Requests are open...
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Mick stared down at the small object in his hand, a beaming smile plastered onto his face and his eyes glistening. You had found out you were pregnant a few weeks back but wanted to wait until after the first scan to tell people. In those weeks, Mick had started a pregnancy box to document the journey you were now on - it was a safe place for the scans and the pregnancy test to go into. 
He began to chew on his bottom lip, scrolling through the contacts until his finger hovered over the person he intended to call; you were upstairs calling your family and telling them the news whilst Mick had excused himself to call the first person that came to his mind. 
He pressed the dial and held the phone to show his face, drumming his fingers as he waited - the nerves starting to build. 
“Hey, Seb.” Mick greeted, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the corners of his lips turning up. 
“Hello Mick, are you alright?” Seb asked his face coming into the frame, a large smile plastered onto his face, his voice instantly calming Mick. 
“I need to tell you something.” He blurted, staring back down at the test. “We’re having a baby. I’m going to be a father.” 
A shocked laugh came from the otherside of the phone, followed by a muffled sniffle. “Oh my. Congratulations. Wait a - just a moment.” Seb’s face moved from the screen, his voice getting quieter with every step, “Hanna. Mick is going to become a father. He’s having a baby.” There was another gasp of excitement and the voices moved back towards the speaker, Seb's face coming back into view.
“I - that’s honestly amazing, Mick.” Seb chuckled quietly, rubbing his hands over his face. “How are you feeling?” 
Mick paused, frowning slightly. “Actually, it’s one of the reasons I wanted to tell you first before I spoke to anyone else.” He began, rubbing his forehead. “I’m just - I’m just so worried. You know. What if I’m not cut out to be a father, I don’t know half the things you or my dad seemed to know when you had children. The last thing I want to do is let her down.” 
Seb sighed, “Listen, becoming a father is something you can never prepare for. None of the books or the videos will prepare you - you will feel emotions you didn’t even know existed. I promise you, Mick, if anyone is cut out to be a father it’s you. I don’t know anyone as kind and calm and as caring as you. This child is going to be the luckiest to have a mother and father like you both.”
Mick nodded slowly, “I really want to make him proud.” It came out as a choked whisper, a single tear slipping down his cheek. 
“Your dad will be more than proud of the man - and father - you have become.” Seb said softly, his tone sounded thick with emotion. 
“Thank you, Seb. I honestly don’t know what I would do without you.” Mick chuckled honestly, wiping his eyes. 
“Just promise me one thing, try not to drive her mad with all of your persistent worrying. She will be more than fine. You’re going to be ok.” 
Unbeknownst to Mick, you were standing by the door - listening to his conversation. One hand covered your mouth whilst the other rested on your stomach, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 
Seb was right, you were going to he okay. Mick already proving to be the perfect father. Once you were sure the call had ended, you wondered into the room - his back faced to you, his head in his hands. You lowered yourself next to him on the bench, facing the opposite direction so his face was away from you, leaning into him.
"We're in this together - we're going to be ok." You started softly, kissing the side of his head. 
Mick raised his head, lacing your fingers together. "Do you think I'm going to make him proud?" 
"Mick, you are going to he a marvellous father. He is going to be completely in awe of you, of our baby." You answered, it hurt you to see Mick doubt himself like this. 
He was silent for a moment before saying, "I'm so in love with you." 
You brought your lips together, smiling fondly at him, "Forever and always, you and I and our mini Schumes." 
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nameis-c · 6 months ago
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McLaren like: "Oh no! anyway ..."
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honeyvettel · 6 months ago
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here i made one
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alltoolewis · 2 months ago
Surprise...? : Max Verstappen 🖤
Summary: After a discussion with your friend, you decide to surprise max with a surprise dinner for valentines... but little did you know that the young Dutch had planned something very similar 🖤 Prompt 1: “I made dinner reservations.” “So did I. Surprise?”
(Not proofread)
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“You haven’t got him anything?!?” Your friend gasped, hand clutching her mouth as she watched you in disbelief “(y/n) It’s Valentine’s Day!! You have to get him something...!” Shoving another chocolate in your mouth you shrugged “It’s just another day to us... we never celebrate!” To your friends, Valentine was the day of the year when you could shower your partner with over-the-top love and affection all without being judged for being too soft or claimed to be whipped! But to you and Max... It was just another day on the calendar, not really needing to celebrate the day of love when you’ve been celebrating 4 years of it!! “That’s the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard... how are you both the most loved up couple in the world, but don’t celebrate the day of the year where you can be as loved up as you want!”
“We just don’t need it!” You giggled, pointing over to the fireplace full of pictures of you two over the years “We’ve been dating for 4 years... I love him, he loves me! Why do we need to shower each over in chocolates and roses to prove that just for a silly holiday!” Of course, you loved being spoiled occasionally, the random flowers or stuffed animals on your countertop always caused your heart to flutter... but it didn’t need to happen on a random day to make you love him! “I don’t... I just think it’s sweet!” Your friend sighed “Why don’t you surprise him this year?!? Take him out on a fancy dinner or something!”
“(y/bff/n)!” You groaned thinking she would have just dropped the conversation by now “I just told you we don’t do valentin-“
“But what if it’s not for valentines!” She interrupted, pulling out her phone as she searched for the fanciest places in town. “What are you talking about now!” “I’m just saying... What if it’s for his win... but just celebrated on Valentine’s Day!” Looking at her confused, your eyebrows furrow “But he won months ago... we already celebrated it!”
“Alone...?” Her question caused you to freeze, as you looked back at the past 2 months. Despite there being a lot of celebrations for Max’s historic win, you couldn’t remember just celebrating it together... just the two of you! Of course, you did privately, spending the week after it just wrapped in nothing other than the sheets of your bed. But you didn’t do anything special for him other than that... Does that make me a bad girlfriend?... You thought. Sighing as you looked back at your friend, who already had dozens of screenshots by now...
“What do you have in mind...?”
The minute Max arrived home that day chills crept over your body, not knowing how he would react to your random and unexpected proposal...
“I have something to tell you...?” You both blurted out together. Laughing at how in sync you both were, you smiled “You go first...” “No...” Max laughed, pulling you in a hug “You tell me...” Taking a deep breath, you tilted your head high to meet his gaze. Telling that you were nervous, his hand brushed your cheek softly "You can tell me anything y'know...!"
"Umm... I made dinner reservations..." Max's eyes grew wide at your confession mumbling a low 'oh' as he played with nerves... "We don't have to go through..." You quickly objected, noticing how stiff he had gone "I just thought y'know with it being valentines... and you winning your championship, we should celebrate it...!"
"It's not that I don't want to go it's just... mhmm.... So did I?" He winced at how your body froze in shock "Surprise?"
"You booked dinner...?" You whispered, max giving you a small nod as tears appeared in your eyes "Why...?" "The same as you really..." He chuckled, pulling you into his chest as he left a small kiss on top of your temple "I was talking to Pierre about us not celebrating Valentine, and he brought it to my attention we still haven't celebrated your graduation..."
"M, that was almost a year ago..." You giggled, looking up to him at the right moment for his eyes to lock down with yours. "& we still haven't celebrated it..." He responded, disappointment clear in his voice as you gave him a gentle smile "Everybody was so focused on my season & title chase, that we forgot to celebrate your incredible accomplishments!"
"Why don't tonight... we celebrate the two of us...?" You suggested, huge smile on your face as it reflected on Max "Your world championship win!... My graduation..."
"Our love..." He interrupted
"Our love!"
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redbulllracing · 7 months ago
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F1 2021 teams but make it ✨ rainbow ✨
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bahttery · 5 months ago
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𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘍1 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘺-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘪𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 (𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳) 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘪. 𝘒𝘪𝘮𝘪 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍1 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘪𝘮𝘪 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.
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kosite · 5 months ago
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p3 for tha boy🥳
(Dan Istitene - Getty)
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denizgibidirgokyuzu · 8 months ago
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Some F1 Dutch GP funny memes 😂🇱🇺🏁
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bananaminionsworld · 4 months ago
I wish Valtteri Bottas what Lando and Daniel have with their team
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I deeply do, from bottom of my heart
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ladywolff · 6 months ago
Pink pink pink
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Girls girls girls
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Glitter glitter glitter
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Twirls twirls twirls
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Together forever
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We’re Toto
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And Christian
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Best friends!
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