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f1incorrectsa day ago
Seb: Did none of you think this was a bad idea?
Mick: Oh no, we all did.
Seb: And you went through with it anyway?
Lance: Yup.
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Mick serving us some really good info 馃槼馃槼
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ohmyeyesmyeyes3 months ago
My favourite thing from today: Sebastian Vettel wandering off without telling Aston Martin and being found through the Haas Twitter account playing football in an empty garage with Mick Schumacher and some engineers
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goldfish-in-a-bowl16 days ago
Schumacher is asked how much it means to have shared the racetrack with Raikkonen:
Mick: "..."
Kimi: "Good answer!"
Mick: "It's great! Unfortunately I didn't get to battle much with him."
Kimi: "I can slow down in some races and you can race with me!"
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theawesomedashing2 months ago
Daniel : I'm struggling with my Renault
Also Daniel : *brings Renault back into light with 2 podiums*
Daniel : I'm struggling with my McLaren
Also Daniel : *finishes first, gets the fastest lap, and gives the team a double podium with Lando*
G眉nther : Hello. Do you want to struggle with us? Focking please?
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slvrarrws2 months ago
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Sebastian Vettel (Aston Martin) and聽Mick Schumacher (Haas) playing football with members of their teams during the red flag.聽
Belgian Grand Prix, August 29, 2021
Bonus Twitter exchange between the Aston Martin and Haas Social Media Admins:
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mickf1loverf2too6 months ago
Mick and 馃惗
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ohmyeyesmyeyesa month 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鈥檇 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鈥檇 crawl out of bed 鈥 not disturbing the covers 鈥 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鈥檇 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鈥檛 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.
鈥淚 can hear you worrying.鈥 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, 鈥淎t least it鈥檚 within reason.鈥
You felt his lips curl into a smile against the skin of your collarbone.
鈥淚 know.鈥 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.
鈥淚s it a headache?鈥 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.
鈥淗ang on,鈥 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鈥檇 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鈥檇 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.
鈥淭hat feels so good.鈥 He murmured, eyes drooping shut in pleasure.
You smiled, although he couldn鈥檛 see it.
鈥淵ou really scared a lot of people yesterday, you know.鈥 You mumbled after a short while.
You felt his arm tighten around you, 鈥淚 know.鈥
You were at work when it happened, and in a way you were glad you weren鈥檛 watching because you wouldn鈥檛 have known what to do if you saw his crash 鈥 the wreckage 鈥 with your own eyes, live. You hadn鈥檛 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鈥檇 lost consciousness and gained a concussion, and then in his somewhat delirious state, he鈥檇 demanded to be driven to your place, coincidentally only a short half hour away from the track.
Needless to say, when he arrived, he鈥檇 had to point Dennis in the direction of the spare key and as soon as he entered the apartment he鈥檇 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鈥檇 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鈥檚 bow, before trailing feather light touches across his jaw.
鈥淗ow are you feeling?鈥 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鈥檛 so purple.
He lifted his head up, his eyes meeting yours.
鈥淏etter. Sore, but better.鈥 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.
鈥淵ou know I don鈥檛 have to come in today? I鈥檝e been cleared from the race and they told me not to bother coming in if I don鈥檛 want to.鈥 You heard the rustle of the pillow; twisting his neck to gauge your reaction.
This time you couldn鈥檛 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.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want you to leave just yet.鈥 He complained, the frown morphing into a sheepish grin as you folded your arms, raising one eyebrow in question.
鈥淚鈥檓 starting to think the reason you came here was just for attention.鈥 You said, pursing your lips, the corner of your mouth unwillingly curving into a smile.
鈥淚 came home because I like my favourite person looking after me. The attention is just a given bonus.鈥 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.
鈥淒id you just make sure I wasn鈥檛 unwell?鈥 He breathed a laugh, now also sat up on his knees, just a bit taller than you.
鈥淵es.鈥 You mumbled, eyes once again getting drawn to his bruises.
鈥淲hy?鈥 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.
鈥淲hy?鈥 You repeated, your eyes wide, 鈥淏ecause you used the 鈥楬鈥 word.鈥
He laughed, running a hand through his hair, before it came to rest, tracing patterns on your knee.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 so bad about the 鈥楬鈥 word? We鈥檝e said the 鈥楲鈥 word before.鈥 He pointed out, eyes dissecting your tilted head and flushed cheeks.
鈥淚 know that, it鈥檚 just a bit different from the 鈥楬鈥 word...I just always assumed it was your house.鈥
He paused, and you couldn鈥檛 tell if he was hesitating to speak or simply thinking.
鈥淚鈥檓 going to say something really sappy.鈥 He said, and you groaned, rolling your eyes as he chuckled at your reaction.
鈥淧lease don鈥檛.鈥 You implored.
鈥淚 have to, know that thing Taylor Swift says in 鈥楲ondon Boy鈥?鈥
鈥溾楪od, I love the English鈥?鈥 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.
鈥淭he bit before that.鈥
鈥溾楬ome is where the heart is鈥?鈥
He nodded, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e my heart.鈥 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.
鈥淎re you okay?鈥 He asked, staring at you with concern.
鈥淵es. Now about what you just said鈥斺
鈥淣o. No. No.鈥 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.
鈥淢y head hurts.鈥 He said, flashing you a cheeky smile.
鈥淚 bet it does.鈥
鈥淎 lot.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檝e just had painkillers.鈥
鈥淚t still hurts.鈥
鈥淢aybe you鈥檙e just dehydrated.鈥
鈥淗mm...don鈥檛 think that鈥檚 it.鈥
鈥淢issing Angie?鈥
鈥淣o...Wait, yes, but that鈥檚 not it.鈥
鈥淚 can鈥檛 think of anything else.鈥 You sighed, casting your eyes off to the side.
鈥淚 can.鈥 Mick shot back, almost immediately.
鈥淒on鈥檛 you find it weird that I have a headache and you haven鈥檛 actually kissed me since last night?鈥
鈥淎re you sure it has nothing to do with your concussion?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 buy it.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not selling anything, anyway, so that's a relief.鈥
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.
鈥淲hat? I got cold.鈥 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鈥檛 take long before you felt his familiar, calloused hands creep up your jumper, coming to rest just below your ribs.
鈥淲hy won鈥檛 you kiss me?鈥 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.
鈥淏ecause we have the entire day to do as much kissing as we want.鈥
He whined into his pillow, and you took the opportunity to plant a warm kiss on his neck.
鈥淵ou missed.鈥 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, 鈥淎re you okay?鈥
鈥淵ep. But now my head really does hurt鈥︹
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formulaur2 months ago
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POV mick got an inkbox tattoo and it鈥檒l be gone next weekend
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goldfish-in-a-bowla month ago
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I am so proud of him. He made it to Q2 in a haas again.
He should be very proud of himself.
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formulahan12 months ago
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Romain鈥檚 autosport interview.
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