#Micky Sebastian

[mrs-stans]

@argyburgy via Instagram Story (December 9, 2024)

[monabee-draws]

First glances give way to long looks, to closeness, to comfort...

To family? If you'll have me, if you'll have us.

(Seasons of Love - Year 1)

[calico-daydream]

No joke, 85% of my top 100 songs this year are Monkees or Monkees related (all but 1 song is you loosely define “Monkees related”)

[cadavercowboy]

feeling abnormal!

[httpsleclerc]

somewhere in switzerland

synopsis: Mick Schumacher is down sososo bad for his girlfriend and everything she does!

warnings: none I don't think?? maybe pregnancy !

a/n: Mick and Vettel!reader my babies <33 also!! they're parents here because I said so and I am SO AWARE that Sebastian and Hanna's ages do not match up but that is not my problem right now!

word count: 2k words !

my masterlist!

No one had ever known why, but everywhere you went, everyone loved you. Maybe it was because you were the carbon copy of your dad, a positive ray of sunshine which broke up the heaviest of clouds on the darkest and rainiest of days, it was like you were an angel on earth, and Mick Schumacher kissed the very ground you walked on. It would have been impossible for him to not fall in love with you, you were so genuine, so kind - He couldn't point his finger on why, but something about you made him want to wrap you up in bubble wrap and protect your precious attitude from the big, bad harsh world, even though you were well acquainted with just how cruel the world could be. 

You grew up with as minimal spotlight on your childhood as Sebastian and Hanna could protect you from, but it wasn't always possible for them to be around and protect you 24/7 - The pressure was sometimes unbearable, you were expected to want to follow down the same career path as your father, which you did, but you wanted to do it on your own accord because this was your passion as well as his, you could make a name for yourself without needing much assistance from your dad and Sebastian made sure that you knew you could do this for yourself. Your parents knew that you wanted this so badly, but because you were a girl, you would face so many more hurdles than a male would trying to get into this sport, all because you were a girl. However, all the hardships you faced on your route to formula one did not deter your infectious, positive spirit - As seen by how the entire grid almost worshipped the ground you walked on. 

I mean, how could you not?

You, Y/N Vettel, the paddock princess, the golden shilling of Red Bull Racing when it came to performance, despite your treatment from your team principal and your teammates father - It never deterred you from being the kindest soul to grace the earth. Even in your current championship battle with Max, you both held enormous amounts of respect for each other, having almost grown up together. 

And that was what made Mick Schumacher the luckiest man alive. He was lucky, and he knew it - Lucky to be on this earth at the same time as you, lucky to have met you while your fathers competed together, lucky to have told you that he loved you at the age of 14, and here you were over 10 years later, still as in love as ever.

somewhere in Switzerland.

Mick smiled to himself as he woke up, the gentle shine of the sun peeking through the curtains of your bedroom, casting a beautiful light across your face. He turned on his side as he got comfy again, looking at you beside him, sleeping peacefully - He knew that it would be considered odd, but he could watch you sleep forever. 

"I know you're staring, Micki," You grumbled, shuffling closer to him for warmth. Mick blushed as he tried not to laugh, knowing that he had been caught by you. "Stop looking at me, I look gross this early in the morning." You said, voice muffled as you hid your face in his chest. He grinned as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you around so you were laying on top of him.

"You never look gross, my love," He smiled, placing a small, gentle kiss on your lips. You groaned as you sat up, placing your hands on Mick's chest to balance yourself. "Oh, I think I like where this is going." Mick tried not to laugh at the corniness of his tone, but burst out laughing as you rolled your eyes.

"You are so not funny, Mick," You deadpanned, watching as his face faltered at your unamused tone. "I'm kidding!" You laughed at the instant relief on your boyfriend's face as you watched him realise that you weren't actually mad at him.  The two of you were too caught up in your little interaction, that you missed the patter of two sets of little feet coming down the hallway, their small voices whispering in a quiet hush.

"Mama?" You turned your head to the bedroom door to see your son standing there, your small daughter behind him. Felix, your son, had been a surprise. You had never expected to fall pregnant at the age of 19, and telling your dad, who you knew had been working tirelessly to get you that red bull seat, made you feel even more ill.

"Mick, I think I'm going to throw up again, he's going to kill me," You sat in your car with your boyfriend, parked outside of your parents house, building up the courage to walk in and tell them that you wouldn't be racing next season because you were pregnant. Mick reached over to hold your hand, a gesture he had been showing a lot as of late - He wasn't sure on how to try and comfort you other than being there for you and telling you how well you were doing.

"He's not, love. Your dad loves you and wants what's best for you, he'll know sitting next season out is what's best for you, and plus, you're already 12 weeks so maybe you can get some free practice laps in in the car at the end of the season," he explained to you, hoping it would provide you with some sense of reassurance. "No matter what happens, you know you have my support, I love you and I love our baby." He placed a small yet reassuring kiss on your cheek, knowing that if he kissed you on the lips you'd probably throw up.

You let out a deep sigh as you realised that it would soon get to the point where you couldn't hide it from your parents anymore, and you had to tell them. "Mick?" he hummed in response, looking over at you, nothing but love and admiration for you in his baby blues. "Can you still hold my hand?" He smiled, nodding and raising your hand up to his lips, pressing a small kiss onto it.

"I'll always hold your hand, my love."

Your daughter, Freja, had been less of a surprise, with you and Mick having received Felix's Christmas list, in which he had asked Father Christmas for a new baby sibling - Thanks to the fact that your parents were still somehow popping out siblings for you, and that Felix was older than your youngest brother. It had worked out that you were out of a seat for the next season, and this may be your only chance to have your next baby.

When you told Mick that you were happy to try for another baby, it didn't take him long to get you pregnant again.

It was after Freja that you told Mick no more babies, not at least until you retired - Which you claimed to be at least another 4 years away.

"Hey you two, you okay?" You quickly got off of Mick's lap, and made your way over to your two small children, with Freja immediately holding her arms up for you to carry her. "You're getting heavy, baby girl." You joked, tickling your daughter's tummy and smiling as you heard her giggle and cuddle you as much as she could with her little arms. You held Freja at one side, bending down to pick Felix up on the other side and holding him close to you.

From your bed, Mick smiled at the sight of you with your two children. He knew how hard you found it when you were gone, how much you missed your little ones and how much it broke your heart to hear either of them crying, asking their dad when you would be back home with them. With your two children in your arms, you made your way over to yours and Mick's bed, handing him over your son as Freja had been going through her velcro baby phase - Although you did think it would have ended when she at least turned two, but now you just had a clingy 3 year old - However you didn't mind, Felix was the same, and you knew that neither of them would be this small and dependent on you again.

You sighed contentedly as you lay in bed with your family, mulling over your next thought before you said it out loud, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you considered it.

"You okay love?..You seem...distracted," Mick noticed how deep in thought you were, almost having zoned out where it not for the noise the toddler in your arms was making.

"...If I win the championship this year, I'm retiring after Abu Dhabi," You told him, remaining serious so this time he knew that you weren't joking. "I want to see them grow up but I want to see them be kids too, I can't do that from halfway across the world." You spoke, smoothing the mop of curly hair on Freja's head as well as you could.

"Oh...have you spoken to your dad?" You nodded, a small smile on your face as you leaned in closer to him with your daughter still clinging to you.

"Yeah, he was the first person I told, he spoke to Horner too...he wants you to do some testing to maybe take over my seat." You told him, watching as a small sheepish smile graced his face, he had been struggling to get a seat in F1, having to resort to a reserve driver at both Alpine and Mercedes, but never getting the chance to get a drive.

"Y/N.." 

"I know, I know, you don't have to take it Mick, but think about it, okay?"

sometime later, Abu Dhabi

With the German national anthem blaring in your ears, Max and Charles on a podium at either side of you, you burst into tears. You had won your championship, made your country, your parents, your love, and your children proud. But this was also your last formula one podium. Your last national anthem. Your last champagne pop. The last spray with your race engineer.

This was it.

But this was also it! You were going home, you were going to be with your children, to be a constant in their lives. You knew that your replacement would be up to the job, anyone that came to red bull after yourself or Max had huge shoes to fill, but your replacement had champions blood in him, he would also bring your country pride.

more time later, Abu Dhabi 

You stood down at the gates, looking up as you saw Mick up the top step of the podium, having dazzled Red Bull and winning the championship on his first run with the team. Tears sprung to your eyes, you didn't bother to wipe them as your hands were occupied between holding Felix and Freja's smaller ones.

With your mom at your side, you rested your head on her shoulder, pride swelling in your chest at just how well your successor had done at replacing you.

"Y/N, are you sure you don't want to go and sit in the garage?" Hanna asked you, looking at you with concern - Despite having 2, soon to be 3, kids of your own, you were still your mom's baby. You sniffled as you shook your head, smiling up at Mick as he stepped down from the top podium and waved to the 4 of your, winking at you before popping the champagne and spraying Lando and Oscar. 

[silversurfersx]

pleaseeeeee give us a part 2 of filns of anger PLEASEEEEEEJSJDHNDE IM BEGGING

Christmas pressnt to us maybe?!? 🙏🙏🙏🙏😔😔😔😔

It’s the first of December, close enough, haha

Had the beginning of this actually in my notes since I posted the first part, but I hadn’t really finshed it, but I saw a few people now ask for a part two so here it goes.

I don’t really know how to feel about this, but anyway

Happy December, guys 🎄

Films of Anger | pt. 2

Part one

sebastian vettel x schumacher!reader

summary: basically brocedes 2.0 (with a happier ending), childhood friends turned rivals turned back into friends in a sappy way

warning: a bit of angst and fluff, swearing

It's been weeks, almost months, since you last spoke to Sebastian and it started to get to you. You weren't used to this kind of cold distance.

Distance as such was never much of a problem, seeing as both of you were busy in different places around the world. But this was not like those times.

You saw Sebastian almost all the time, he was always there like your own shadow, but just like it, he didn't speak a word to you. He didn't even dare to look at you (at least not when you were). He only ever did look when he knew you weren't.

There was a heavy feeling building up in his chest when he noticed you around and wanted to talk to you, hang out with you, just like you always did, but something stopped him.

You felt similar. You wanted your best friend back. The one who would always play video games with you after training. The one you would sneak out with to eat stuff you weren't supposed to. You wanted your other half back. The one that was so close yet so far out of reach. It pained you to look at him and there were times, especially after a bad race, when all you wanted to do was run to him for comfort. But you couldn't. Or at least you felt like you shouldn't.

Michael watched the whole situation from the outside. He saw the longing looks the both of you threw at each other. His own heart felt heavy at the thought of your friendship ending. Corinna and him witnessed the joy brought to your face whenever his name was called. Though now there wasn't anything like it, quite the opposite actually. And it was painful to witness for both him and his wife, knowing that the tight bond knitting the two of you together was broken over something like that. They wanted to do something to stop it from breaking any further, but both felt like only you could do that.

Your brother and sister alike noticed the lack of Sebastian around. Mick and you were playing a game of one on one, something you had done since he was very young. Both inspired by your fathers own love for football.

"Why don't you hang out with Seb anymore?" He asked shooting the ball towards your goal, but you blocked.

You didn't want to tell Mick what truly had happened between the two of you, because you weren't really sure either. Dribbling past him, you used the distraction as a way to hold off your answer. Needing a moment to think anyway.

Of course you had an accident, which you still didn't think was on you, but that wasn't new. The two of you had a few crashes over the years, sometimes caused by either one of you, but you always reconciled. But not this time. Something was different. Or maybe it was just you. Maybe the two of you had just drifted apart over the years, at minimum speed, that it only took one moment of anger from the both of you to cut the string that held you close.

"I don't really know Micky. We had a fight and need some time to calm down, I guess." You answered your brother, who knocked the ball away from you.

"Hey!" You shouted watching him kick the ball inside the net of your goal.

Mick grinned at the goal, before turning back to you. "But you are still friends, right?"

You didn't answer, not sure yourself. It still felt like you were friends, even if neither of you spoke. You reckoned that that would never change. But you didn't know how he felt, so you just answered for yourself. "Yes."

"Good. You too sappy without him." Mick nodded, taking the ball, you had just talked out of the net with your feet, away from you and once again dribbling it away from you, once again scoring. You laughed shaink your head at his cheekiness.

"There was a time when I used to beat you all the time."

"Yeah, when I was five." Mick chuckled, preparing to once again take control of the ball.

"Ey, be quiet." You gently pushed your brother. The blonde laughed while you tried not to be hurt being beat by a 12 year old.

The next race weekend approached quicker than you'd hoped and over was the small break you had at home. You and your father both packed your bags and got ready to race once again.

"Fernando!" You called out to the Spaniard, running down pit lane, nodding at him when he turned around.

The both of your wearing the familiar Ferrari red, marking you teammates.

"Good morning, y/n." He greeted you stopping for you to catch up and walk down the pit lane together.

"Morning, Nando. How was your time off, done anything fun?" You started the conversation, holding your hand up to cover your eyes from the bright sun.

You had to admit you missed what Fernando was saying, as you just passed the RedBull Garage and you unintentionally made eye contact with a very familiar RedBull driver. You held eye contact, neither of you ready to break it.

The usual distance you recently felt coming from him wasn't there. It was as if the short break betwene the races kind of reduced the anger, or whatever it was, from his mind.

You had turned your head away from him, back to Fernando, but you could have sworn you saw him frown sadly as you broke eye contact.

It wasn't a big change in behaviour, but it still felt weird in your mind, not used to him being so nice once again. Or at least civil. And to even acknowledge you properly.

You hoped that it wasn't just some kind of mind play, from him, but you knew that that wasn't his thing. At least it hadn't been with you.

It was during the qualifying session that you were in a somewhat fight with Sebastian. It wasn't much of a fight as you knew that this was just quali and not the race, yet.

So neither of you intentionally raced the other, but you did aim to beat his time. And it appeared he did too, as your time kept getting beaten by him.

Everytime your engineer told you your time, you requested to know Sebastian's as well, which he did give you, even if he was a bit unsure if he should. But as long as it encouraged you to drive faster, it wouldn't hurt. He thought.

Meanwhile you relived moments of your childhood. Back when your father and spent your evenings after school at the karting track. When no one else was present and it was only the two of you. His voice, soft but stern, was sounding in your head over the sound of the engine.

You remembered the moment you finished your lap, and took one of the corner as late as you dared to do. It took your breath away, but in the end you set your new personal lap record.

"That corner, yeah," Your father started. "If you take every corner, like you did that one, you'd beat them all."

You always followed his advice of course, but there was also always the possibly to do more. To go further. So you did.

And you went too far. Breaking too late, added with a strong wind in the wrong moment, suddely sent you into the wall.

Weirdly enough, the first thing you thought of when the car stopped was how horrible the media would react to yet another crash. The first one with Sebastian, was on you, according to them. The other times, after the initial crash, when you started to get a bit more aggressive with each other, was because of your hormones.

The times when you made just the tiniest mistake, was picked up by the media instantly. It was as if they were only waiting for you to slip up, to throw insults and doubts at you. To question whether you truly belonged in the world of formula one or if it was just there because of your family name.

Sebastian used to talk it all good. He mocked the media's stupidity to make you feel better. But of course, that didn't happen recently, which is why you felt even worse about all the comments being made, which only led to you doubting yourself more, with lead to you making even more mistakes. It was an endless circle.

Maybe adding onto your odd thoughts was your pounding head. Hopefully not a concussion. You tried to act tough, hiding your sick feelings, and aching body, quickly replying to your race engineer and pushing yourself out of the car.

You took a moment, after climbing out, to calm down. Sitting down on the body of the car, pretending liked you did that because you had to wait for the safety car and not because your body gave you a hard time.

'No weakness. Show no weakness.'

The voice in your head repeated. You kept your helmet on, even if you wished to just take it off to breathe better.

Marshall's surrounded you, made sure you were alright and then lead you towards the arriving safety car, while taking care of the crashed car.

___

"I don't know why I keep messing up so bad, Papa." You told him as you left the medical centre. The impact you had sustained was hard, 30G. But you tried to push through the aftermath. Michael came over to the medical centre right after qualifying and interviews (which you gladly didn't have to attend), to walk you back to the hospitality and then to the hotel. He wanted to make sure that you rest.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Your father started. "that is what makes you mess up. You lose confidence and get scared."

Michael wasn't known for talking around the point when it came to racing. He felt that if there were words that can help you get better, they should be said, no matter how hurtful they may be. You knew that, it was always something you appreciated.

"I'm not scared." You replied honestly.

There may be some fear in your body when you drove, but that only fueled you to go further, to press for more. It wasn't the kind of fear that led you to be scared, but to go even harder than you thought would be possible. You loved the adrenaline, when you did something dangerous. It gave you an extra boost. "I think I just can't concentrate. I feel so... I don't know.

Michael watched you for a moment, halting in his words, as he let it sink in. Deep down he had his suspicions what might cause your loss in concentration.

"You need to talk to Sebastian." He announced. You bit your lip, but didn't say anything.

Michael was right, of course. He was most of the time. But you didn't know if you dared to speak to Sebastian, yet. You weren't scared of driving your car dangerously, but to talk to Sebastian. You were not that brave. Not yet at least.

Your father didn't really mention anything regarding Sebastian after that. He took you back to the hotel and insisted that you'd spent the rest of the day in bed, just as the medical team had ordered you to do. You didn't resist that order as you felt your body ache from every movement. You head was feeling liked it would explode. It was difficult for you to move your neck and raise your arms as the G-force hit you straight on.

After your father left, it wasn't difficult for you to fall asleep. And you stayed that way until you were awaken by a knock on your door in the late evening hours.

You didn't realise who stood in front of you for the first few moments, still too drunk on sleep.

"Sebastian?"

"Hey." He whispered, almost unsure if he should be there. "Uhm, your father gave me your hotel and uh room number, I just wanted to-"

You didn't know why you did what you did, but it just felt right to hug him right then and there. You felt Sebastian suck in a breath, before carefully hugging back, his grip so light in fear of putting a hand wrong and pushing you away from him.

Slowly you let go of him, frowning over your own actions. "Sorry, I don't know why I just did that."

Sebastian shook his head, smiling softly. "No, it's alright."

"I saw the crash today. It looked bad, I just wanted to make sure your were alright. I know we, uhm-" he looked for a word to describe your current relationship. "We haven't really talked in a bit, and I know that's kind of my fault, but I just felt so helpless, not being able to visit you after a crash like that because I felt like I'd lost every right to do so."

"You would never lose the right." You interrupted his rant, watching his hands nervously knit each other, while he watched them too scared to look at you. You remembered your fight with him and th way the words had stung. You were so angry with him whenever you remembered them, but now that he stood here, in front of you, looking like a sad puppy, you couldn't help but want to forget all of it.

"Well, after the shit that happened between us-" Sebastian argued.

"I know." You felt the same way, like you'd lost your right to care about anything regarding him. "I think we're just idiots."

Sebastian chuckled, nodding agreeing. "Yeah, we are. You more than me."

"Oh?" You replied teasingly, a tone which he didn’t quite pick up on. He looked up eyes wide, his mouth opening as apologies spilled out, in fear that he had pushed it too far once again.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, I was only joking. Probably not the best time to do that." You quickly replied to calm the poor guy down.

"No, you're fine." Sebastian stated. "I just… I want to fix what went wrong between us. I miss you. It was stupid to let such a thing do all of this. I was so wrong for doing this to you.“

You noticed how you still stood in the doorway, which probably wasn't the best place to have that type of discussion.

"Do you maybe want to come inside?" You stepped aside and held the door open for him.

"Oh." He whispered, also realising where exactly he was standing. "Yes, of course."

Sebastian stepped inside, and you closed the door. You turned back to look at him. He looked more than unsure of himself. Nervously fiddling with his fingers, wipping on his feet as he let his eyes move around the room, taking it all in.

“Listen, y/n. I know I messed up badly, I said things that were so incredibly shit. It was wrong for me to say all those things, to throw the same shit at you that the press does. I know that you didn’t get into f1 just because of your name, I should know that better than anyone else. I don’t know why I said that. I hate that I said those things and I regretted the words right after I said them.”

“Why didn’t you say anything then?” You asked, watching him patiently. Sebastian gulped before shaking his head. “I don’t know, I think I felt too ashamed and embarrassed.”

“That was really messed up, Seb.” You crossed your arms, frowning at him. Your chest felt heavy.

“I know. I know how you hate to be reduced to only your name, but I was just so angry at everything in that moment, that I let it out on you. It was so wrong and I am so incredibly sorry, y/n.”

You nodded, your own head filled with the moments he referred to.

Sebastian hesitated, his eye taking you in, analysing the way you feel. He knew you inside out, every little habit you had, he knew the meaning of. So he saw the hesitation inside you. How the voices in your head argued over whether to forgive or to fight him further.

"Please forgive me." He whispered, trying to aid the side of you wanting to forgive him.

Internally, that decision had been made some time ago. You knew Sebastian just as well as he knew you. You knew how he ticked and how he sometimes struggled with idioticy. Talking before really thinking, especially after being pumped on adrenaline.

He never truly means the words he spoke in anger. Sebastian was never the type to insult people, especially you. You could only think about the regret he had been carrying around these past weeks, almost overshadowing your own anger at him. Almost.

A part of you didn't want to forgive him just yet. It wanted prove that he really meant it, ignoring all the times he had already proven it. The times he cheered you up, speaking words of affirmation after the press made some ridiculous statement and spoke highly of you afterwards to everyone who'd listen, just to make them forget any bad word ever uttered.

And the more you thought about where or not to forgive him, you realised that you had already forgiven him. But you weren't able to fully admit that, yet.

"I'm really glad that you came." You answered instead, breaking the silence that started to build up.

"Yeah?" Sebastian asked, looking hopefully at you. His big blue eyes held a distant fear much like the one you felt when you thought it might be over. Which was now overshadowed by the light of hope for a rekindling.

"Yeah." You agreed honestly. "And I missed you too."

"Good." Sebastian smiled. "Then I don't feel sappy on my own."

"No."

"How are you, then?" Sebastian continued, looking you over. "I haven't heard much about the crash, only that it was like 30G. I've been worried."

You smiled at his words, the care in his voice brought a familiar warmth, one you had missed over the last few weeks. You went over to sit down on your bed, gesturing for Sebastian to join you. "I’m feeling better than earlier today, but still a bit weak. My head is pounding and I'm having a hard time with my neck and shoulders. But other than that I'm surprisingly fine."

"Are you cleared to drive tomorrow?" Sebastian asked while sitting down beside you.

"Yeah." Nodding you ran a hand through your hair. "They still want to do a check in the morning, but they said that I should be alright."

"So, you're gonna race?" He continued a bit worried, but he knew that even if he tried he wouldn’t be able to change your mind.

"What, scared I'll beat you?" You chuckled looking at his soft expression. Sebastian chuckled as well, shaking his head. "Always. No, but I was really worried. It looked a lot worse than how it ended up being. I though you might get seriously injured. And I know that that's part of the sport, but all I could think about was that I never apologised. That you might always believe that I couldn't stand you."

"Seb-" You halted in your words, before throwing your arms around your best friend. Pulling him towards you, his own arms pulling you closer. "I didn't think that you couldn't stand me, at least I hoped."

"But still. I wouldn't have known, that you didn't think that." He muttered against your shirt.

"You know now, and that is what counts." You reminded him, rubbing a hand up and down his back.

"Could we talk things through, get on common ground and get this over with. I really don't want something like this to happen again." Sebastian asked now with more confidence. " I don't want to lose you again over silly things."

"I don't want to lose you either over silly things, Sebby." You agreed using the nickname you hadn't used since you were kids. His groan of annoyance at fueled your laughter.

And for an moment then, it was like back when you were just kids, fueled by nothing but passion, friendship and capri-sun.

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a/n: I feel like I should have added more drama, like a bit more beef between the two before they rekindled, but I didn’t have any ideas for more dialogue, lol.

[onlyonetifosi]

Clapping, clapping, i see ya' falling

got the gifs from @matlillard (love the recompilation)

author note1: sorry for taking longer than I expected, been busy

author note2: sorry for the possible bad german, Im spanish, i used google translate

author note2: i hope you like it

"Mick, Schätzchen, have you ever thought about joining TikTok?" Yn asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"TikTok? Really?" Mick raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced.

Yn chuckled, "Warum nicht? (Why not?) It's a fantastic way to connect with fans. Let's create an account together!"

After some convincing, Mick reluctantly agreed. Yn set up his account, and soon they were ready to post the first TikTok. Little did they know, it would become an internet sensation.

His first TikTok featured the two of them attempting the viral clapping challenge. The idea was simple—clap their hands while crossing one leg, all while navigating different locations on race weekends. However, the process wasn't as smooth as it seemed.

In the first clip, Mick and Yn found themselves in a hotel corridor. As they started clapping and crossing legs, Mick tripped over his own feet, and they burst into laughter. The genuine moment of joy captured the hearts of fans, and the comments flooded in.

"Okay, Micky, let's try this again. Clap, laugh, leg cross!" Yn said giggling

"This is harder than it looks!" Mick responded laughing on the corridor floor

"Komm schon, Mick! (Come on, Mick!)" Yn encourages him as they are running late because of his discordination.

"Ich versuche es, Liebling. (I'm trying, darling)" Mick defends himself.

As they attempted multiple takes, they stumbled, bumped into each other, and laughed uncontrollably. The outtakes became just as popular as the original video.

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In Melbourne, as they stood in their hotel corridor, Mick began the routine with a confident clap. Yn, however, struggled to keep her balance and ended up colliding with a housekeeping cart, sending cleaning supplies scattering.

"Verdammt (damn)!" she laughed, helping Mick collect the fallen items.

The duo's next stop was Imola, where Mick's Australian Shepherd, Angie, joined in on the fun. With her wagging tail, she managed to mimic the leg cross move, leaving the couple in stitches.

"Angie wants to join the TikTok too!" Yn giggled.

"Angie, du bist so süß (Angie, you're so cute)," Yn cooed, ruffling the dog's fur.

Mick petted Angie, "You're stealing the show, Frau"

Throughout the season, Mick and Yn continued the clapping challenge, showcasing different locations, from the paddock to picturesque cities around the world. Each video brought its own set of challenges and hilarious moments.

Encouraged by the positive response of the bloopers she uploaded on instagram, Yn had an ambitious idea – to get Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff involved. She pleaded with him in his office.

"Toto, please, it's just a quick video! The fans would love to see the boss having some fun."

Toto sighed, "Fine, but just this once. What do I have to do?"

Yn grinned, "Just clap your hands and cross one leg while walking. It's easy!"

Toto chuckled, "Ah, the things I do for social media”

The resulting video showcased Toto's serious demeanor breaking into a smile as he awkwardly attempted the trend. Fans went wild, and Toto's unexpected charm won over the internet.

"You owe me for this, Mick!" Toto playfully threatened him.

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Their TikTok journey continued, featuring special guests like Sebastian Vettel and his wife Hanna. In one video, the four attempted the clap-and-cross routine together, struggling to coordinate their moves, well mostly Seb and Mick.

" Mama, Papa, come join us for a TikTok! It'll be legendary!"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Really, Yn? TikTok?" but she knew he was joking from the playful grin on his face, adn he agreed.

The genuine laughter that followed made it even more endearing. Mick hugged his friend, saying, "Who knew Seb Vettel could be a TikTok sensation?"

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At the Silverstone GP, Esteban Ocon, Mick's bestie, couldn't resist joining the trend. The two friends shared a hilarious moment when Mick accidentally stepped on Esteban's foot, resulting in a fit of laughter that echoed through the paddock.

"C'est vraiment drôle!" (This is really funny) Esteban laughed, clapping along.

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Taking advantage that Mick's sister, Gina, was with them during a race weekend, Yn decided to involve her as she is very fond of the older Schumacher sibling.

"Come on, Gina! We're going to create a masterpiece!" Yn encouraged Gina 

Gina, always up for some fun, joined them in a hotel lobby. Yn and Gina having planned a prank on Mick were ready.

"Bereit, ihr beiden? (Ready, you two?)"

"Ja, let's go!" Yn said mischievously to her.

As Mick started clapping and crossing his leg, Yn and Gina coordinated their push, causing Mick to stumble dramatically.

"Autsch! Ihr seid gemein! (Ouch! You're mean!)" Mick told them faking a hurt expression.

The three burst into laughter, Mick, with a mock hurt expression, turned to Yn for comfort. Seizing the opportunity, he pulled her into a sweet kiss, knowing it would irk his sister.

"I never thought making these videos could be so entertaining. Danke, Liebling" Said Mick kissing his girlfriend as Gina fake gagged behind them.

Gina groaned, "Ugh, you two are insufferable."

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Yn convinced Mick to approach other drivers for collaborations. In the paddock at Hungary, they found themselves persuading Lewis Hamilton to join the clapping craze.

"Come on, Lewis! It'll be a blast!" Yn exclaimed.

Lewis, with a grin, agreed, and soon the trio filmed a TikTok that transcended team rivalries and showcased the camaraderie among the drivers.

In Hungary, they even managed to convince Max Verstappen to take part in the viral trend, breaking the mold of fierce competition. The resulting video, featuring Mick, Yn and Max, became an instant hit, uniting fans from different corners of the racing world.

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As Mick and Yn continued their TikTok journey, their infectious laughter and genuine moments brought joy to fans worldwide. They uploaded the video and promised to repeat it next season as they had so much fun during the making of it.

They uploaded the video, and soon, the comments flooded in, praising not only the couple's chemistry but also Mick's newfound style

She turned to Mick, who was sitting beside her on the bed in their hotel room, scrolling through his own phone. "Mick, isn't this amazing? Our TikTok is blowing up! "

Mick chuckled, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ja (Yes), it's pretty cool. I didn't expect it to become so popular" And they started reading some of the comments.

One said "Is it just me, or did Mick's fashion game level up this year?" some others said "Mick's style transformation is giving me life. Thank you, Yn!"

Another fan said: "The 'girlfriend effect' is real. Yn, spill your fashion secrets!"

Mick looked from her phone to her girlfriend, who layed across their bed, raising an eyebrow "The 'girlfriend effect,' huh?"

Yn, smiled grinning, proud of herself "Guilty as charged. But admit it, you look great!"

Mick, looked at her grinning "Looks like I owe it all to you, liebling"

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How drivers (+Toto Wolff) would react coming home from a race to find you’d fallen asleep on the sofa waiting for them to come home (part 2!)

Part one with the current grid here !!

See below the cut

Jenson Button

Jenson could not wait to see you, the best part of his weekend was coming home to you - so when he finds you dozing on the sofa, he can’t help but carefully jump onto the couch, hands resting either side of your head. Jense! You scared me! But you couldn’t stay mad with the way he grinned at you - he’d lean down and nuzzle his nose against yours, pulling a giggle from you before pressing a longing kiss to your lips - making up for all of the time you were apart. And with a soft hum, your arms would come to wrap around his neck and deepen it further. And as he pulled back, just enough to be able to look into your eyes, he’d tilt his head playfully - his grin morphing into a smirk …so now that you’re awake?

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Mark Webber

Mark knew you well, despite your best efforts, you would always pass out waiting up for him so it was easy for him to get around without waking you. That wouldn’t stop him popping his head into the living room to check in on you every few minutes - put away his shirts, checks on you, throws his dirty clothes in the laundry, checks on you. And then, after he’s full settled in and you’re still not awake? He’d crouch down beside the sofa and whisper your name - pushing the hair off of your face. And when your eyes finally opened and your face split into a massive grin, he really felt like he’d come home.

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Sebastian Vettel

Whilst Sebastian wished he could just let you rest, every fibre of his being fought against him so instead he sat beside you and lent down. Meine Leibe… You keened as you felt soft kisses across your skin. Eyelashes fluttered against your skin before you finally opened your eyes to see Sebastian smiling down sweetly at you. Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to doze off. As you sit up, he’d wrap his arms around your middle - pulling you in close so he could tuck his face into your neck, enjoying your warmth. With a content hum, you’d loop your arms around his neck and let him hold you tight. You smell like the plane. He’d laugh, raising a teasing brow. Fancy helping me smell like home?

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Kimi Räikönnen

You’d always told Kimi it was fine to wake you, but he just wouldn’t. After draping the blanket over your body, he would hide away in a different room and keep himself busy until you eventually woke yourself up. When you wake, you didn’t even realise he was home until you stepped into the hallway to see his shoes nearly on the rack, coat hung up and keys in the bowl. You’d roll your eyes fondly before seeking him out and sitting yourself in his lap, extracting his phone or book from his hands. Been busy? Kimi would nod and kiss your cheek, quietly recounting what he’d been up to as you’d slept.

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Mick Schumacher

Mick was a cuddle fiend - his friends would often tease him about his need to be wrapped up in your touch. Whether it was his arms around you or vice versa, he could just never get enough of you. So when he got back from a long session on the simulator to find you asleep on the couch, he would push himself into your arms. Micky, hey. You chuckled as he laid on top of you, grumbling into your neck about how tired and achy he felt. He was like your own personal weighted blanket, and you gently stroked his hair as it was his turn to doze off.

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Toto Wolff

As desperate as you were to wait for up Toto, one of your favourite things in the world was feeling his strong arms tuck underneath your body - pulling you into his chest as he carried you upstairs. You snuggled up into his hold and he chuckled softly, sorry Schatz, didn’t mean to wake you. With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he’d lay you on the bed - manoeuvring the sheets so he could pull the duvet over you before climbing in alongside you, so you could curl your body against his strong chest. He held you close and let his own eyes close before the two of you would drift off together.

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Arthur Leclerc

Arthur felt exhausted as he stepped into the house, pushing off his shoes and just dumping his bag in the hall before looking for you. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he saw you passed out on the sofa - cheek squished into the cushion. Carefully, he squeezed into the space beside you and pulled the blanket over you both, moving your head to rest it carefully on his chest. You didn’t wake until a little while later, yawning and sitting up so you could look down at the body underneath you - the driver fast asleep. Arthur… you lent down and pressed kisses to his cheeks, nose, lips over and over until his pretty eyes fluttered open. Hey, this is pretty comfy, huh? He’d grin and pull you back into his arms. Who said you could go anywhere?

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Liam Lawson

The Kiwi driver hummed softly as he tidied up the living room - cleaning up your abandoned cup of coffee, putting away your book and turning off the TV. You were usually always awake to greet him when he got back so seeing you dozing so peacefully made him smile. He wanted to hug and kiss you but you looked so content in your sleep that it didn’t feel right. But when you finally stirred he was elated, rushing to your side. About time, was getting bored without you, sleepy head. You’d scold him for not waking you, of course, but as soon as he pressed a kiss to your lips to shut you up, you’d smile and sink into his hold. Just glad he was back.

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Pato O’Ward

Pato usually bound into your shared space like an over-excitable puppy, throwing his things around and calling out for your attention. But when he arrived home particularly late from a training session, he tried his best to be quiet - unsure if you’d even still be awake at this time. The sight of you sleeping on the sofa, a blanket only over your lower half, are you still watching written on the tv screen - cheered him right up. He was so happy to see you’d tried to stay awake for him. Mi Luna… He’d whisper, brushing his thumb over your jaw. Pato, mi Sol. You’d whisper back, before pulling him into an almost bone crushing hug. Never leave me again.

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for the 6k celebration: (CONGRATS BTW!)

sebastian vettel x secret!wife (maybe famous?) could also have secret child and then launching them or getting caught in interviews or something?<3 sorry this is VERY vague :/

also mick cameo?

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bmwmmotorsports: never forget. dreams come true - if you work so hard for them as you did

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Names with Cute Nicknames

Boys' Edition

Sometimes we just fall in love with a cute nickname for our characters. So here is a list of names that you can name your characters, even though you will only call them by their nickname.

Alexander - Al, Alex, Lex, Lexie, Xander, Xandie, Sasha

Alfred - Al, Alfie, Fred, Freddie, Freddy

Andrew - Andie, Andy, Drew

Antonio - Ant, Anto, Toni, Tony

Aurelia/Aurelius - Auri

Arthur - Art, Artie

Benjamin - Ben, Benny, Benni, Benji, Minnie

Felix - Feli, Lix, Lixie

Ferdinand - Ferdi, Fred, Nando

Florian - Flo, Flori

Frederik/Frederic - Fred, Freddie, Freddy, Rik, Ric, Rick, Ricky

Jamison - Jay, Jamie, James, Jim, Jimmy

Joseph - Josie, Joe

Kilian - Kili, Kil

Luciano/Lucian - Luci, Luce, Cian

Lukas - Luke, Luki

Lysander - Lys, Sander

Matthew - Mat, Matty, Mattie

Matthias - Mat, Matty, Mattie, Thias

Matteo - Mat, Matty, Mattie, Teo

Maximilian - Max, Maxi, Maxim, Millie

Michael - Mick, Mike, Mikey, Micky

Nicholas - Nick, Nicky, Nico

Oliver - Olive, Oli, Olly

Paxton - Pax

Phillip - Phil, Philly, Pip

Salvatore - Sal, Sally, Salva, Tore

Samuel - Sam, Sammy

Santiago - Santi, San, Tiago

Sebastian - Seb, Basti, Bastian

Theodore - Ted, Theo, Teddy

Victor - Vic, Tor, Vicky

Vincent - Vin, Vinnie, Vinny, Vince

Wilhelm - Willie, Willy

More names!

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POV you're Sam and Abigail waiting for Sebastian and the farmer to get back from the saloon bathroom:

No thoughts head empty

(Based on this:)

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dadventures with the schuminis: rock it, minnie! || ms47 scenario (1)

dad!mick schumacher (x ofc) centric

EXTENSION TO THE LITTLE SCHUMINIS

Summary: A series in which Mick Schumacher tackles the challenges and moments of being a father to his little carbon copies with his father Michael Schumacher (alongside his in-law Sebastian Vettel, who continues to deny that he was a grandfather while accepting his role as the Schumacher kids’ Opa).

Scenario summary: With Minna’s first birthday coming up, Mick struggles to find the perfect gift that she’ll learn to cherish forever. Thankfully, Michael still knows how to make Gina’s old rocking horse and Sebastian knew how to operate the electric sander. AND Michael and Sebastian are insufferable as in-laws.

Content warning: dad!Mick Schumacher, grandpa!Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel being competitive as grandparents, Seb denying he’s a grandpa, terms of endearment, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, Mick making a dirty joke, brief German translations, mentions of grandma!OFC (Bel Vettel) spoiling Minna

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Mick Schumacher knew that his off days were numbered. He hated that he had to count his days and immediately head back to the road and race. 

But he did what he had to do for the sake of giving his daughter a better future— whether it had something to do with their financial situation (they were rich as hell) or her desire to follow Mick’s footsteps to become a racer (Mick was praying to god she didn’t want to be a racer), he persisted on staying and racing for the season for the sake of his family. 

Regardless of his limited days off, he did what he could do and participated in the event planning for his firstborn's first birthday celebration. His wife, Barbie, insisted that she and Gina were handling it well, but he wanted to do something special alongside them. 

And so Barbie and Gina assigned him to find his daughter a special gift for the celebration. “Something that would mean to her in the long run,” his sister said. 

His face paled a little when she said that. It was so cryptic and vague. It was just vague. 

He thought about the theme of the party at first. Minna Elisa’s first birthday party was running with the farm theme.

When it was first suggested by Gina, Mick almost snorted to ridicule the thought. “We already grew up around them,” he said, “I don’t think Minna would appreciate that. Why can’t it be just horses?” 

Then Barbie and Mick’s mother Corinna agreed to Gina’s idea. After all, Minnie was already showing a great interest in animals! Specifically horses.

Horses. 

RIGHT! Mick almost yelled and stood up, looking for his old photo albums. He skimmed through the pages and wondered what his and Gina’s rooms looked like before in Texas. The Schumacher siblings loved their home in Texas— especially their rooms. Mick’s room was converted to be Kimi and Stefan Vettel’s guest rooms but they remained with the same theme of western style and horses. 

Then, just as he browsed through his pictures with Gina in her bedroom, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the pink and blue wooden rocking horse that his baby self sat on while Gina stood next to the boy. 

He knew what he wanted to get his little girl now.

And so the first thing he did was phone his parents. He called Corinna’s phone, but it was Michael who had answered the call.

“Mick?” 

“Oh, hey Dad, is mom there?” Mick nearly facepalmed. This was literally Corinna’s phone he had called.

“Am I that boring to you, Mickie?” Michael scoffed, making Mick roll his eyes. “I can hear your eyes rolling from here. Seriously, is there anything I can help with? Your mom is out at the back right now.”

“Yes, actually,” Mick cleared his throat and stared at the picture of him and Gina as he continued, “I saw this photo of me and Gina in the ranch— her room actually. Gina had this wooden rocking horse and I’m wondering if we still have it there. I’m hoping to ask Gina if I can get it and restore it as a gift for Minnie’s birthday?” 

“Oh. That pink and blue one?”

“Yup, that one.”

“Gina broke it when she was five and we had it thrown out,” Michael almost sighed at the memory.

Mick winced when he learned the news. “Why- ugh Gina.”

“We told her that she can’t ride it anymore but she was persistent,” Michael chuckled. “Why would you restore it when you can just buy one?”

“Because it would mean a lot more if Minna got the same one her Aunt Gina has,” Mick murmured. “She’ll see it in the pictures and be like ‘Wow this was my Auntie G’s!” 

“Huh,” Michael let out a hum. “That’s… that’s very thoughtful, Mick. But sadly we don’t have it in Texas, anymore.” 

Mick let out a sigh of defeat. He could just always get Minna a new one, but it would mean a lot if his daughter got something from their childhood that she would enjoy as well. 

Michael had a different thought, however. 

The 7-time world champion had spoken up again after hearing absolutely nothing from his son, “It was something that I made from scratch, Mick.” 

Mick’s eyes quirked at the sound of this as he asked, “You made it?” 

“Ralf and I did,” Michael replied, referring to Mick’s uncle as Michael continued, “I still remember what it looks like and if you’d like, we can make it. Though I doubt that you’d have time to—“

“NO, NO, NO!” Mick panicked, wincing at the volume of his voice as he looked back at the entryway of the living room. Barbie would kill him if his tone woke the baby up. Then he began speaking as quietly as possible, “I’m not busy on my next off— surely it won’t take us long to make it right?”

“You have to rest for the—“

“—Dad, I’m begging you right now please help me,” Mick pleaded desperately. “I have a doubleheader after my next off and I wouldn’t have time in the future like Dad please.”

Michael immediately interrupted Mick, “Mick for the love of god, stop freaking out—“

“—Sorry,” Mick muttered. “Didn’t mean to freak out. ‘S just… I haven’t done anything for Minnie’s birthday and this is her first birthday. My first kid’s first birthday. I’m already missing out on most of her life and I can’t even do anything for her first birthday? What kind of a father would I be?”

Michael understood. He understood fully what Mick felt and he wouldn’t deny that. He was a father as well, and he rarely saw Gina and Mick during the season— he had often labelled himself as a shitty father for it. It was only fair that Michael understood how Mick felt now that he, too, was a father. 

But instead of expressing his empathy outright, Michael only sighed and spoke, “Lassen Sie uns morgen mit klaren Köpfen beginnen.” Let’s start with clear minds tomorrow.

“Was meinst du, Dad?” What do you mean, Dad? Mick asked. 

“We’ll plan out what to do in two weeks then start,” Michael told his son through the phone and instructed, “It’ll take us a while to figure it out so I need you to clear your brain and sleep it off. Don’t get too stressed, Mickie. ‘s not good for you— Minnie’s a baby but she can feel stress when it’s nearby.” 

“Okay,” Mick cleared his throat, now determined to stay sane for a little while. “I’ll do that.”

“Don’t get too antsy about not being able to do anything,” Michael reassured him. “Everyone around you already knows you’re doing more than you think.” 

“Alright,” Mick murmured softly, “th- thanks dad. Say hi to mom for me, yeah?”

“You guys~” Barbie had walked into the deck of their home, her face offering her husband Mick and father-in-law Michael a puzzled look. 

“You two have been here for hours,” Barbie told them as if she was worried. She had been hearing some strange noise at the deck earlier today alongside the murmuring. Knowing Mick and Michael, she assumed that they were just relaxing at the back. 

Yet here she was, looking at them with a baffled look as she watched Mick’s hand pull away from the half-cut lumber and electric saw.

“No we’re not,” Michael quipped, “we’ve been here for two.” 

“Hours,” Barbie emphasized. “Minna just—“ 

“Da! Da!” Corinna had followed suit and walked out with eleven-month-old Minna in her arms, grinning as the baby continued to babble happily.

“Yeah, what Minna said,” Barbie murmured, stepping back as she said, “she just woke up from her nap.”

“Aw, is that right, meine kleine Minnie?” My little Minnie. Michael cooed, arms extending to reach for his granddaughter as he carried Minna in his arms. He grinned heavily as he began to move around with the little girl. “Did you have a good nap, liebe?”

“Pip!” Minna shrieked, only knowing that word alongside ‘Ma’ and ‘Da.’ “Pip!”

“Is that a yes or a no?” Michael hummed before pressing a kiss on the little one’s chubby cheek. “I assume it’s a yes.”

“Oh definitely a yes,” Barbie chuckled, “I know what Mick looks like waking up from a nap— she's definitely a Schumacher who had a good nap.” 

Mick groaned playfully, earning a giggle from Barbie. 

“By the way,” Barbie brought up, “Seb is coming over with Kimi and Stefan.” 

“Oh great, look, Dad, Seb’s helping us,” Mick looked at Michael. 

“What’re you two doing anyways?” Corinna asked, her eyes looking at the scattered tools and piled-up lumber. Barbie found herself looking as well, curious eyes now trained at the cans of paint as she looked back at the father-son duo. 

“Stuff,” Mick shrugged nonchalantly.

“Wow aren’t you specific,” Corinna muttered.

“It’s for Minnie’s birthday,” Michael waved off the two women, “don’t worry about it. It’ll be done by the end of the day.”

“Minnie’s birthday is in four weeks,” Mick continued, “I wanted to make something for her so… yeah.”

“You don’t even know how to make something wood-related, Mick,” Barbie replied with a raised brow.

Mick then murmured, “I’ll show you something wood-related— ow, Mom!” Corinna smacked Mick on the back of his head and glared at him, gesturing back to Minna. 

Michael snorted aloud, making Minna laugh at the sound. 

“That’s your child in front of you, Mick,” Barbie warned with a cheeky grin. “Careful with your words now, yeah?” 

Mick only rolled his eyes. It wasn’t as if Minna could understand that easily. 

“Besides,” Barbie continued, “shouldn’t you be talking to Seb about… lumber stuff? He’s made an impressive apiary before.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael scoffed and waved off the offer, “I’ve made this before. It’s nothing I can’t do. Sebastian’s never done this— he wouldn’t be that good without any instruction.”

Corinna and Barbie traded looks. If there was something that the Schumachers and Vettels knew, it was that Sebastian was good at a lot of things— so the fact that Michael was underestimating his woodworking skills? That definitely wouldn’t sit right with Seb especially if he’s heard of it.

Sebastian Vettel wasn’t usually like this, but when Corinna brought up Michael’s comments about his skills the 4-time world champion couldn’t help but lean against the deck railing with a smirk. In his hand was a bottle of beer, watching the Schumacher men struggle with sanding the wood surfaces that they’ve cut. Or rather, they didn’t know how to operate the electric sander. 

Mick groaned, “Seb— some help please?” He turned to look at the driver, who kept leaning against the railing with a cheeky smile.

“I would but Michael said I can’t be good without ins—“

“Oh come on, have a laugh, Seb,” Michael looked at Sebastian in annoyance, making the man finally cave in and laugh. “Just come help— this is your granddaughter’s gift too—“

“No, don’t call Minnie that,” Sebastian interrupted Michael and shook his head. “Don’t call her my granddaughter.”

“Is she not?” Mick raised a brow. He was merely teasing. After all, Sebastian proudly called himself Barbie’s (foster) father — therefore he was a proud Opa to the little Minna Schumacher. 

Seb just refused to be called a grandfather. He wasn’t that old yet. Fernando Alonso was literally older than him! He sometimes denied that he was a grandfather— but he wouldn’t ever deny Minnie the right to call him Opa.

“Step away,” Sebastian said, now handling the sander as he started it. “You should’ve called me earlier today— I would’ve gone and done all of this.”

“Dad said he could do it, that's why I thought we didn’t need some help,” Mick reasoned.

Sebastian gave his mentor Michael a look and said, “Minna’s not just your granddaughter, Michael. Learn to share responsibilities. I have to spoil her too.”

Michael rolled his eyes, “Just sand the whole thing so we can paint it.”

Minna Schumacher’s first birthday party was anything but simple. The little one had charmed people with her signature Schumacher grin and had giggled at almost anything. 

But it wasn’t just her adorable and charming being that turned the environment of the party up a notch. Her little heart-studded cowboy boots gathered the attention of most guests as she slowly walked and stomped around the venue, smiling up at whoever she came across as her mother Barbie assisted her. 

“Oh my, is that my Minnie baby?” Barbie grinned at her mother Bel Vettel as the little one excitedly stomped her feet down. Minna immediately sped up her steps and leaned forward to be reached by Bel. 

The older woman, despite not looking the part, took Minna in her arms and hoisted the baby up with a light grunt. Bel grinned and squealed at Minna, “You are such a big girl now, Minnie! Whatever will Oma do about it?!” 

“Oma,” Minna babbled repeatedly before putting her little hands over Bel’s cheeks. The baby continued to babble as Bel nodded along. 

Bel then looked over at her daughter and smiled, “And you? I’ve heard you’re feeling sick lately.” 

Barbie rolled her eyes playfully, “It’s hard to keep things a secret in this family, huh?” 

Bel chuckled, “You know that we’re only worried. Are you okay though, Barbie? Corinna said—“

“Nina!” Bel and Barbie chuckled at Minna’s excited expression. 

Bel then continued, “She said that you’re feeling ill— or at least Mick’s been telling her.”

“Mm, yeah,” Barbie hummed, reaching to fix Minna’s pigtails as she continued, “I’ve been throwing up and all that… I think I know—“

“—I knew it,” Bel squealed, bouncing Minna in joy as she cooed at the baby, “Minna’s gonna be a big sis huh? Are you?” 

Barbie chuckled happily, “I have a hunch. Let’s just not tell Mick or the others yet, if that’s okay. I don’t want them to get their hopes up.”

“Yeah, of course,” Bel grinned, pressing kisses on Minna’s face. “I’ve got more babies to spoil— and I thought Stefan and Kimi’s gonna be the only kids I’ll be able to spoil!” 

“I still can’t believe you got her a bag,” Barbie rolled her eyes, making Bel giggle as Barbie continued, “She won’t be able to use that for a while, Bel. She's only a year old.”

“Yeah, but she’s my Minnie baby,” Bel pouted dramatically. “You know I wouldn’t pass up the chance to spoil my little Minnie, no, Bebe?” Bel grinned at the toddler as Minna replied with a laugh.

“Bel,” Barbie sighed, “you got her a Hermes.”

“Only the best from Oma Bel,” the older woman grinned, making Barbie sigh again.

Barbie then said, “Only the best for Minna— I feel like I’ve heard everyone say that.” 

“Of course,” Bel quipped, “everyone wants to be Minna’s favourite. But it seems like her Da and Pippa will win that title sometime soon.” 

They both looked over where the wooden rocking horse was. It was majestic— the handiwork that Mick and Michael made for the little girl. 

It was similar to the one that Mick showed Barbie. But instead of the pastel blue and pink, the rocking horse was painted with the colours of Michael Schumacher’s racing suit back when he won his first world championship— the Benetton blue and yellow accentuated in the wooden horse while his driver number was painted on the sides of the horse.

Barbie chuckled softly, “Don’t say that out loud— Seb might hear. You know that he wants to be Minna’s favourite grandpa no matter how much he refuses to get called one.” 

On the other side of the room, the birthday girl’s dad Mick, and her grandfathers Michael and Sebastian (who still called himself ‘Opa’ rather than ‘Grandpa’) stood as they looked over where the wooden horse was. 

“I’m surprised that it turned out well,” Mick mumbled. Sebastian and Michael hummed in agreement. “Minnie wouldn’t stop going to it since she found it.”

“Well that’s good,” Michael joked, “otherwise I wasted hours of my time for nothing.”

“This was an eye-opener for me, you know?” Mick told the two, making the older men shoot him a puzzled look as he continued with a grin, “Who would’ve thought that it’ll take being Minnie’s grandpa for you to fight over the little things?” 

Sebastian scoffed and Michael rolled his eyes.

Sebastian then grinned, “Had I known that Michael was going to be this insufferable as an in-law, I simply wouldn’t have let you date Barbie—“

Michael’s eyes widened and he looked at Sebastian with a baffled look, making Sebastian and Mick laugh aloud. 

“Oh you two,” Michael muttered. “It’s no wonder why I’m Minna’s favourite.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep lying to yourself, Michael.”

“Yeah, whatever, Dad.”

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader

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hey guys, remember when Fresh (2022)?

[mirrorball-leclerc]

(daphne's version)

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february 11, 2021

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daphnejones i’m thrilled to tell you that my new version of fearless (daphne’s version) is done and will be with you soon. it has 26 songs including 6 never before released songs from the vault. love story (daphne’s version) will be out tonight.

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danielricciardo LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

georgerussell63 to quote the great kevin maggnussen, “suck my balls mate!”

↳ isabellaperez don’t be shy, tag him. scooterbraun how do you feel knowing daphne's releasing her versions and you'll stop earning money for her hard work?

alex_albon mr.perfectly fine, your time has come

↳ isabellaperez tag him...joejonas you're up first.

sebastianvettel glad you’re finally taking back your music daphne.

lewishamilton sebastian and i can be normal in our congratulations, unlike some people. so, congrats on taking this step daph!

freyavettel YOU BELONG WITH ME (TAYLOR'S VERSION) IS FINALLY GOING TO BE HERE!!! AHHHHH

mickschumacher i apologize for them. they're all drunk.

↳ charles_leclerc you are too micky

rickybobby3🔒 SUPER FUCKING PROUD OF YOU. I LOVE YOU!

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↳ user53 is this the boyfriend? his account is private

↳ user45 did you think he'd expose their relationship? they want privacy, let them have it.

↳ user53 maybe he shouldn't comment on a public instagram post?

↳ nataliaruiz maybe people should stop being so nosy and focus on daphne re-releasing her music? that’s the real accomplishment here.

june 18, 2021

liked by danielricciardo, maejones, charles_leclerc

daphnejones the next album that i’ll be releasing is my version of red, which will be out on november 19. this will be the first time you hear all 30 songs that were meant to go on red. and hey, one of them is even ten minutes long🧣

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danielricciardo FULLY PREPARED TO CRY MY FUCKING HEART OUT!!!!

isabellaperez COUNT YOUR FUCKING DAYS JAKEGYLLENHAAL

↳ arthurleclerc you gotta stop tagging them isa

↳ isabellaperez no.

maejones AND MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION

↳ danielricciardo MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH

↳ charles_leclerc BUT MAYBE THIS THINGS WAS A MASTERPIECE 'TIL YOU TORE IT ALL UP

↳ maxverstappen33 RUNNING SCARED, I WAS THERE

↳ pierregasly I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL

↳ nataliaruiz AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE

↳ rowantodd SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST

↳ carlossainz55 I'M A CRUMPLED UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE

↳ penelopetrevino 'CAUSE I REMEMBER IT ALL, ALL, ALL TOO WELL

isabellaperez jakegyllenhaal, this one’s for you. but also the kennedy kid, we haven’t forgotten about him. he was a saint compared to you.

↳ georgerussell63 how can someone fuck up so bad that he gets a 10 minute song written about him?

↳ isabellaperez i don't know lets ask him 🎤 jakegyllenhaal what did you do?

user71 isabella is so unhinged, i bet that she’s drunk

↳ penelopetrevino she is. most of us are, but it feels like one of those nights we won’t be sleeping

user26 i can only imagine the pr mess this is going to create

rickybobby3🔒 so fucking proud of you sweetheart! can’t wait to drive around and scream this album with you. (i’ll be screaming and you’ll be singing)

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↳ user04 the mystery of ricky bobby continues. who is this man? is he daph’s boyfriend?

↳ user93 honestly, if he is love that for daph. he's seems like he's supportive of her and her career and if it's the same person, the they've been together since at least 2016, when daph let it slip that she was dating someone.

may 5, 2023

liked by danieljonesricciardo, maxverstappen1, isabellaperez and others

daphnejonesricciardo it fills me with such pride and joy to announce that my version of speak now will be out july 7 (just in time for july 9th, iykyk 😆) i first made speak now, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. the songs that came from this time in my life were marked by their brutal honesty, unfiltered diaristic confessions and wild wistfulness. i love this album because it tells a tale of growing up, flailing, flying and crashing… and living to speak about it. with six extra songs I’ve sprung loose from the vault, i absolutely cannot wait to celebrate speak now (daphne’s version) with you on july 7th.

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danieljonesricciardo I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

↳ danieljonesricciardo I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! AHH!!!!

↳ danieljonesricciardo THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE PEOPLE!!!

danieljonesricciardo YOU ARE AN EXPERT AT SORRY

↳ baileywinters AND KEEPING LINES BLURRY

↳ nataliaruiz NEVER IMPRESSED BY ME ACING YOUR TESTS

↳ charles_leclerc ALL THE GIRLS THAT YOU'VE RUN DRY HAVE TIRED LIFELESS EYES

↳ landonorris 'CAUSE YOU BURNED THEM OUT

↳ freyavettel BUT I TOOK YOUR MATCHES BEFORE FIRE COULD CATCH ME

↳ pierregasly SO DON'T LOOK NOW

↳ yukitsunoda I'M SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOOOWWWWNNN

↳ isabellaperez does this seem like cheap writting johnmayer??? (message approved by max verstappen)

user29 mother said we had to be nice but her own friends are calling j*hn out? does that mean we're allowed too?

↳ daphnejonesricciardo nothing i said would've gotten them to stop. i think the same can be said for my fans.

↳ user29 digging my grave rn

georgerussell63 count your days j*hn

lewishamilton do any of you have any idea about what kind of pr mess you're about to create?

↳ isabellaperez what is fia going to do to me? give me a grid penalty?

↳ oscarpiastri i'm adding your name to my long list of traitors lewis

↳ maxverstappen1 you know damn well the original group chat name was daphne jones defense squad

↳ user13 that's iconic

alex_albon SHE WAS NINETEEN WHEN SHE DANCED WITH THE DEVIL! I'M COMING FOR YOU JOHN!!

↳ lilymhe do you ever think about the consequences off your actions alexander?

↳ alex_albon when it comes to defending daphne, no.

mickschumacher i feel like it's my job to inform everyone that they are all extremely drunk except for daph, lily, and lewis. i am bordering on drunk and sober.

↳ user19 love that they all always end up drunk when one of the girls announces a new album

↳ logansargeant it's called celebrating achievements

↳ zoyatorres no, it's called using any small excuse to drink

user30 everytime she releases an album these guys come for her exes throats, and i just know she scolds them but they just don't give a fuck

↳ baileywinters she does but we must protect mother.

↳ isabellaperez father also agrees with bullying. one parent's consent is enough for us.

user89 daniel lurking and being the supportive husband we know he is

user12 dan's so in love with her he might stop breathing

↳ danieljonesricciardo OF COURSE I AM! HAVE YOU SEEN HER! I FUCKING LOVE HER! THAT’S MY FUCKING WIFE PEOPLE!

august 9, 2023

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daphnejonesricciardo surprise!! 1989 (daphne’s version) is on its way to you 🔜! the 1989 album changed my life in countless ways, and it fills me with such excitement to announce that my version of it will be out october 27th. to be perfectly honest, this is my most FAVORITE re-record i've ever done because the 5 from the vault tracks are so insane. i can’t believe they were ever left behind. but not for long!

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danieljonesricciardo I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE! THAT’S MY FUCKING WIFE!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!

↳ daphnejonesricciardo love you too, you kangaroo

�� danieljonesricciardo I AM A HONEY BADGER!!!

baileywinters GIVE IT UP FOR DAPHNE JONES DOING THE UNTHINKABLE AND BREAKING RECORDS LEFT AND RIGHT!!!

maxverstappen1 probably our favorite re-record you’ve done because it was after this one you and mae came into our lives.

↳ user87 stop that’s literally the sweetest thing max could ever say

↳ user91 max is such a sweet brother-in-law (they’re not married yet people!!) my brother-in-law usually tells me i’m an annoying fatass

↳ maxverstappen1 throw him away

carlossainz55 THIS ONE IS INSANE!

penelopetrevino DIDN’T THEY TELL US “DON’T RUSH INTO THING?”

↳ maejones DIDN’T YOU FLASH YOUR GREEN EYES AT ME?

↳ isabellaperez DIDN’T YOU CALM MY FEARS WITH A CHESHIRE CAT SMILE?

↳ zoyatorres OOH, DIDN’T IT ALL SEEM NEW AND EXCITING?

↳ dulceperez I FELT YOUR ARMS TWISTIN’ AROUND ME

↳ freyavettel IT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES ‘TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND

↳ nataliaruiz BUT DARLING

↳ charles_leclerc WE FOUND WONDERLAND, YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT

↳ arthur_leclerc AND WE PRETENDED IT COULD LAST FOREVER (EH, EH)

↳ oscarpiastri WE FOUND WONDERLAND, YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT

↳ danieljonesricciardo AND LIFE WAS NEVER WORSE BUT NEVER BETTER (EH, EH)

logansargeant the vault tracks on this are 🔛🔝

user56 THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND THAT THE PADDOCK FAMILY ARE THE FIRST ONES TO HERE EVERY NEW ALBUM AND SONG

↳ aussiegrit they are. oscar’s been singing a vault track for over 2 months.

↳ fernandoalo_oficial you were present for the listening party because daniel insisted you be there. jensen and seb were there too.

↳ user82 there was a dilf reunion and we missed it? where was kimi?

↳ landonorris he “couldn’t” make it.

↳ nicorosberg i guess my invite got lost in the mail or something

↳ isabellaperez no, we just haven’t forgotten brocedes and the silver war.

↳ dulceperez we picked uncle lewis over you

lewishamilton this one is amazing daphne

↳ daphnejricciardo thanks lewis!

user03 everyday i think this friend group can’t get more unhinged and they prove me wrong time and time again.

↳ landonorris we live to disappoint expectations of us

¡leclerc-s speaks! in honor of 1989 (taylor's version) i give you this. i genuinely don't what this is but i knew i wanted to do something for oct 27th and this is the result of that. have y'all heard 1989 (taylor's version) and if so what's your favorite vault track, personally is it over now? has been on repeat all day.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[vintagetvstars]

Hot Vintage TV Men's Bracket - Full List

Sorry for the delay, it took us longer than expected to finalize the list. We are currently working on finishing and finalizing the bracket for round 1. For now enjoy the list of everyone in the tournament and we'll be back on Thursday evening to kick off round 1!

Boris Karloff

Clint Walker

Desi Arnaz

Claude Rains

James Arness 

James Garner 

William Hopper 

Adam West

Alejandro Rey

Bob Crane

Cesar Romero 

David McCallum

David Selby 

Davy Jones

DeForest Kelley

Dick Gautier 

Dick Van Dyke 

Dwayne Hickman 

Eddie Albert 

George Maharis

George Takei 

John Astin 

Jonathan Frid 

Larry Hagman 

Leonard Nimoy 

Mark Lenard 

Martin Milner 

Michael Nesmith

Micky Dolenz 

Patrick McGoohan

Patrick Troughton 

Peter Tork 

Randy Boone 

Raymond Burr 

Richard Chamberlain 

Robert Conrad

Robert Fuller 

Robert Vaughn 

Rod Serling 

Russell Johnson 

Ted Bessell 

Ted Cassidy

Tom Smothers

Walter Koenig 

William Hartnell 

William Shatner 

Alan Alda 

Brian Blessed

Darren McGavin

David Cassidy

David Soul

Dean Butler

Demond Wilson 

Derek Jacobi 

Eric Idle

Erik Estrada 

Fred Grandy 

Fred Rogers 

Hal Linden

Henry Winkler

Jamie Farr 

John Cleese

John Hurt

Jon Pertwee 

Judd Hirsch 

Kabir Bedi

Kent McCord 

Lee Majors 

Michael Landon 

Michael Palin

Mike Farrell 

Peter Falk

Randolph Mantooth

Richard Hatch

Ricardo Montalban 

Robert Wagner 

Rock Hudson

Simon Williams

Telly Savalas

Terry Jones 

Tom Baker 

Wayne Rogers 

Anthony Andrews

Bruce Boxleitner

Bruce McCulloch 

Colin Baker 

Dave Foley 

David Hasselhoff

Dirk Benedict

Gene Anthony Ray

Gerald McRaney 

Hugh Laurie 

Jameson Parker

Jeremy Brett

Jimmy Smits 

John Forsythe 

John Stamos 

Johnny Depp 

Kevin McDonald 

Mark McKinney 

Martin Kove

Michael J. Fox

Michael Praed

Mr. T

Patrick Duffy 

Peter Davison 

Richard Dean Anderson

Rik Mayall 

Rowan Atkinson 

Sam Neill

Scott Thompson 

Simon MacCorkindale 

Stephen Fry 

Sylvester McCoy 

Ted Lange 

Tom Selleck 

Tony Danza 

Alexander Siddig 

Andre Braugher

Andreas Katsulas 

Andrew Robinson 

Anthony Head 

Anthony Starke

Armin Shimerman 

Avery Brooks 

Brad Dourif 

Brent Spiner 

Bruce Campbell 

Charles Shaughnessy 

Colm Meaney 

Craig Charles 

Dana Ashbrook 

Danny John-Jules 

Darren E. Burrows

David Duchovny

David Hyde Pierce

David Schwimmer 

David Suchet 

David Wenham 

Dean Stockwell 

Garrett Wang 

Gary Cole 

Grant Show

James Earl Jones

James Marsters 

Jeff Conaway 

Jeffrey Combs 

John Corbett 

John de Lancie 

John Goodman

John Shea 

Jonathan Frakes

Joseph Marcell 

Kevin Smith 

Kevin Sorbo 

Kyle MacLachlan 

LeVar Burton 

Luke Perry

Marc Alaimo 

Mark-Paul Gosselaar 

Matt LeBlanc

Matthew Perry

Michael Dorn 

Michael Horse 

Michael Hurst

Michael O’Hare 

Michael Ontkean 

Michael Tylo

Miguel Ferrer 

Mitch Pileggi 

Nate Richert 

Nicholas Lea 

Noah Wyle

Paolo Montalban

Patrick Stewart 

Paul Gross

Paul Johansson 

Paul McGann 

Peter Wingfield 

René Auberjonois 

Robert Beltran

Robert Carlyle

Robert Duncan McNeill

Ron Perlman

Scott Bakula 

Seth Green 

Spencer Rochfort

Stephen Nichols 

Ted Danson 

Ted Raimi

Thorsten Kaye 

Tim Daly

Timothy Dalton

Tim Russ 

Valentine Pelka

William Shockley

Ben Browder 

Brandon Quinn

Brian Krause

Chad Michael Murray 

Christian Kane 

Conner Trinneer 

Daniel Dae Kim 

David Boreanaz

David Tennant 

Donnie Wahlberg

Eric Close

Ioan Gruffudd

Jensen Ackles 

Jeremy Sisto 

Joe Lando

Joshua Jackson

Keith Hamilton Cobb

Michael Shanks 

Nathan Fillion 

Neil Patrick Harris

Reece Shearsmith 

Richard Ayoade

Rob Lowe

Ron Glass

Scott Cohen

Skeet Ulrich

Tom Welling

Tony Shalhoub 

Billy Dee Williams 

Bruce Willis 

Clint Eastwood 

Colin Firth 

George Clooney 

Jeremy Irons 

Paul Michael Glaser

Pierce Brosnan

Sean Bean

Blair Underwood

David James Elliot 

Michael Vartan 

Michael T. Weiss 

Scott Patterson 

Sebastian Cabot

Luke Halpin

Adam Brody

Jason Bateman 

Matt Bomer 

Timothy Olyphant 

Woody Harrelson

Richard Biggs

Robin Williams

Will Smith

John Schneider

Milo Ventimiglia

Bobby Troup

Bobby Sherman

Chad Everett

Casey Biggs

Jason Priestley

Don Adams

[bwoahtastic]

Maxy is slightly older now and walking and just bables and loves hugging the older Alphas legs especially his papa and Jenson. Michael is always with a little pup on his leg and Sebastian is so in love bouncing little Micky on his waist watching his mate and pup move around the paddock. Mark holding his own pup Oscar and Sebastian loves it. But it's adorable seeing Nico with his own pup, that he's had with Jenson. Maxy loves his baby siblings and loves kissing them and Sebastian keeps the pups close to him cause sometimes he does get scared that they'll disappear. Michael lying in the nest protecting them and the pups are all so tiny and cute and just make noises and little sounds.

Oh plss!

There is so many little pups now and the pack is thriving! Maxy being bigger and healthy, a giggly little thing who loves the pack and goes arounf asking for uppies and cuddles! But especially lots with momma ofc, and papa Michael and also jenson cos he blows raspberries on his tummy! And pls Michael holding tiny mick who is just the sweetest purriest little thing and Kimi's little Valtteri is chilling on Michael's foot just vibing!

Mark having Oscar sit on his shoulders and the little pup has such a dead pan face but his giggles are thr cutest if you manage to amuse him enough!

Maxy loves all the other pups and always wants to cuddle them too! Sometimes momma wants all pups close to him in his nests and Maxy is thriving getting to cuddle all and making sure momma isn't sad anymore! It's even better when Michael is there, quietly protecting the little ones and making sure they are happy🥹