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moviecritc · 10 days

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a night to remember ⋆ mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x fem!oc (named Dominique)

tropes: one night stand

summary: mick was feeling down in the bar with his friends and dominique came in the best moment to cheer him up, but after that night they found out they were going to work together for all the season.

warnings: insinuations, slutty behaviour from the oc

a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling.

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Mick didn't wanted to be there, not at all.

They were in Sahkir, after the testing of the new season incoming and they didn't went as good as he thought it would be, so he was feeling a bit down. But anyways George dragged him to the bar with him and other fellow drivers.

They were all drinking for fun and vibing to the music because their testing went really well. Mick, on the other hand, have already seen critics of his way of driving and people comparing him to his dad. He hated that, everything he does is compared to what his father's done. Mick loved his father with all his heart, but he's not only his surname.

"Mick!" Lando shouted, already tipsy. "There's a gorgeous blonde that can't take her eyes off you!"

"What?" was the only thing he could articulate. Mick looked around, trying to find that girl probably Lando has invented.

"That girl," he pointed directly at her, making her lift her eyes to him. "She's eyeing you, you see that?"

"Maybe because you're pointing at her so bad it even hurts me," Mick said, rolling his eyes.

"Nah, she was looking at you before. Trust me on this one, bro," Lando insisted. He took a long sip of his drink, finishing it. And after that he ordered another one to the waiter

"I'm not really in the mood, and you should stop drinking," Mick advised, pressing his lips.

Lando let out a long sigh and even rolled his eyes to make it more dramatic.

"Yeah, whatever. She's pretty, and you're pretty too," Lando argued. Mick lost the thread of the conversation, since when Lando thinks he's pretty? "I think you should go and talk to her."

"And I think you should stop thinking,"

"Why are you so boring, man!" Lando said, almost shouting.

"I told you, I'm not in the mood," he remarked, sipping in his drink.

"You know what?" Lando said. Mick thought it was a retorical question, but then he saw Lando truly waiting for him to answer.

"What?" he wondered, with a long face.

"If you're not talking to her, she is talking to you!" Lando said, before getting up.

"Wait, what the fuck?!" Mick tried to grab Lando's shirt, but he was already really close to that girl. "Fuck..."

He gazed out the whole scene; how Lando started talking -bothering- that girl by tapping her in the shoulder and how she looked totally confused about what he was saying. Then, Lando pointed at him and that girl, instead of frowning and giving him a bad look, as Mick thought it would be, she smiled at him softly and wave him shyly.

Lando took her with his arm and walked her to Mick.

"Mick, mate! This is Dominique, isn't she gorgeous? I told her you said that, so you have to agree with me," Lando said very fast, stepping on the words.

"Uh, yeah," he was getting nervous. "I mean, absolutely! You are gorgeous, yes."

Dominique gave him a wide smiled but she quickly began to blushed.

"Well, I'm gonna find George and all this people, so you can have a little bit of peace," Lando said and when he left, he winked ant Mick in the weirdest way possible.

Dominique sat by his side at the bar counter and ordered a cocktail to the waiter. "Thanks," she said, when the waiter returned with her drink. "So..."

She was ready to start a conversation, but Mick interrupted her with a grin.

"I'm really sorry about my friend, he is drunk and I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," he excused himself, pressing his lips together.

"Oh, no worries! I mean, I was actually eyeing you," Dominique admited.

"You were?" Mick was totally surprised, and maybe a bit excited.

"Yeah! I came here with my friends and I've been telling them all night that you looked really cute from afar, and even cuter this close," she lean a bit into him, brushing their shoulders. Mick couldn't say a word. "Now you have to compliment me back, darling."

"Oh! Yeah, I've said it before, you are stunning," he said, trying so hard to not hesitate.

She laughed. "So, what are you doing in Sahkir? You don't look very local, we're not gonna lie,"

"Neither do you," They both laughed. "I'm working here,"

"Oh, me too!" Dominique said. "Well, sort of. Tomorrow is my first day,"

"Nice," Mick was going to add something, but Dominique quickly took the word

"So... you wanna hook up or something?" she asked, finishing her drink.

Mick almost have forgotten why Dominique was talking to him. She just wanted to hook up, that was her aim since their first interaction. Flirt a bit and then go straight to fucking.

"Okay," he agreed.

She was a beautiful woman and definitely his type, why would he denied it?

Mick felt off the whole time. They didn't have that connection like his other relationships, they were just two strangers fucking. And it hurt him knowing that Dominique only talked to him looking for sex.

Maybe he's just an idiot but for a few seconds he thought they were connecting in some way. Obviously, the next morning she was gone.

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"Girl, I just hooked up with some random guy," Dominique rushed to get out of the hotel where she left Mick sleeping.

The first thing she did was calling her best friend, who was in the other side of the country.

"Dom! We talked about this," her friend said, sighting. "You have to stop turning into a slut everytime you drink."

"Hey, I'm not a slut, I'm slutty. Know the difference," Dominique tried defending herself.

But her friend was totally right, when Dominique gets drunk she doesn't scream or crazy dances, she flirts with every guy that appears in her way. Before Mick she also was watching some of his friends aswell, but it was Mick the one who caught her eye.

She hated that facet of her, going hungover her first day of work is not something to be proud of. She just got hired by Haas to be an engineer in the upcoming season of Formula 1. Dom actually didn't adore the job, she was never a fan of the sport, or any sport in general. But travelling all around the world sounds too good to say no. And also the pay really good.

Her new collegues were the ones who dragged her to the bar that night. "I think I'm gonna kill myself," she said to her friend, still on the phone. "I was awful, awfully awful. I turn into a horny bitch-ass anytime I drink,"

Dominique sighed and she drink a long sip of water, in an attempt to make her headache leave.

"No man peace," her friend said, with a little laugh.

"Oh, shut up. It makes me fell like a horrible person. And the man seemed so sweet and nice,"

"You're not a horrible person," her friend assured. "You're just slutty,"

Dominique rolled her eyes. "Ok, I'm gonna hung up now,"

She took a taxi to get to the circuit where the practics where being held. It was the first time in all her life that she has put a feet in a Formula 1 circuit. One of the workers of Haas show her the whole place, ending the sort-of-tour in the Haas garage.

"And this is Mick, you are going to be his engineer the whole season," he said and right after that he leaves them alone.

They both recognized each other at the very first moment. She could've been drunk as fuck, but Mick has the bluest eyes she has ever seen and she remember them perfectly.

"Wait, you work here?" Mick asked, astonished.

"Yeah... isn't that obvious?" Dominique pressed her lips together, forcing her to not smile.

"Well, you didn't tell me yesterday," he argued.

"I was focusing on your pretty eyes," Dominique admited.

Mick lower his eyes for a moment, hiding his blushed cheeks to get into character again.

"You know, you're not the first person of referred to me as pretty," he said with a smirk.

"You should be proud, pretty boy," She didn't know why they were flirting in that way. "I actually thought you would be mad at me,"

"Yeah? Why?" he questioned, crossing his arms by his chest.

"Well, I wasn't very nice the other night. But it's something that happens to me when I'm drunk, and I also weren't in the mood of talking," she admited.

"Oh, really?" he exaggered. "I didn't even realize."

Dominique looked away because of Mick's sarcasm. "If you're going to start with sex jokes I'm gonna leave," she made the gesture of going away. "I'm sorry, ok? I was a total bitch yesterday..."

Mick didn't say anything.

"Now it's when you deny it and tell me that I'm super cool and gorgeous," Dominique insisted, biting her lips.

"It's okay. Dominique, right?" They both laughed.

"Yes. You were Mick, right?" she didn't leave him time to answer. "I don't know why I asked, I totally remember your name,"

"Ok, now I'm impressed!" Mick said, walking with her to the inside of the garage.

"I told you, I'm a cool person. And I actually thought you were cute," she remarked.

"Really?"

"No,"

They bursted into laughs.

"You're funny," Mick said.

"No, I'm being serious. I don't like you at all," she insisted, still smiling. "Like, if you asked me for a date I probably throw up,"

"Now you're being dramatic. You can't be that level of dramatic with someone you just met," Mick said, frowning in a very cute way for Dom's eyes.

"Try me,"

Mick didn't even think twice. "You wanna go on a date with me?"

"Yes,"

They went silent for a few seconds. "So no vomit?"

"No... sorry for disappointing you, darling," Dominique pressed her lips together.

"Calling me darling without being on a date, how lustful," Mick rolled his eyes.

"Alright, bro," Dominique hit him with her fist in his shoulder. "Don't you think we should get some work done? Let's do some driving and strategic shit,"

Mick blinked a couple of times. "Do you know anything about Formula 1?"

"Not at all,"

"Cool,"

"You see? I'm super cool,"

"I didn't mean you,"

"Shut up, Mick." she said right after. "Or I'll cut your brakes,"

They kept that dynamic for the rest of the day. Dom's insinuations increased practicaly every minute, and Mick adored answering her something three times worse. And at the end of the week the long-awaited date arrived.

Even though they were staying at the same hotel, Mick insisted coming and pick her up.

"Oh, hi," Dominique said with a smirk. She chose a nice light pink dress and he was wearing a linen shirt. "It's nice seeing you with something different than fireproofs and that awful suit."

"You can't say that, Dom. It's bad for the team image," Mick insisted.

She loved that he started calling her Dom instead of the usual Dominique, it made her blushed in the craziest way.

"Darling, we have no team image," Dominique said, smiling.

Mick rolled his eyes dramaticly. All over the week she didn't stop bullying the team. She was right about all the things she says? Absolutely. But if someone except from Mick hears her, she probably will be jobless again.

"Where are you taking me?" Dominique asked, hooking his arm to Mick's.

"I know a nice restaurant in the city, sounds good?"

"Sounds delightful," she smiled softly. "You're paying, right?"

Mick bursted into laughs. "Of fucking course, I'm a gentleman,"

"If you say so,"

"Then we can do fifty/fifty," Mick shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips.

"Alright, I'll stop. I'm ready to have a nice and relaxing evening," Dom said. "And then we're fucking."

"On the first date? Daring,"

"Deny it," she made a short pause. "Go on, deny it,"

The silence was loud and then Mick looked at her with a devilish smile. Mick drove to the restaurant while Dominique was changing the song every minute. At the restaurant he sat facing the window and they ordered food to share.

They talked and laughed a little bit too loud. The dinner went so good that Dominique was worried, how can a human being be that interesting and that cute?

"Hey," Dominique changed the way of the conversation when they were arriving to the hotel. "We're not going to fuck."

"Really? I thought that was all you wanted. Again,"

Dominique, between laughs said, "No, I'm being serious. I want to do this in the right way,"

"Wait, we're going to have three dates so I can kiss you?" Mick said, wide-opening his eyes.

"No, no. I was hoping you would kiss me like... right now?"

"Cool,"

Mick leaned into her, and she had to stoped him so she could control her laugh and finally their lips interwinted. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other. She could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of his own. Dom entangled her hands in Mick's hair, pushing him closer to her.

Mick put a hand in her back and she took that as a sign to separate their lips.

"Mick, hey," Dominique said, connecting looks with Mick. He was totally blushed. "I'm being serious, I want to take things slowly."

"Okay, I can do that," he nodded, with a soft smile.

"I mean, we are working together so maybe if we go very fast we'll have problems and I don't really want to have problems, because you're very sweet and I like you."

She left out a long breath.

"You like me?" he faked susprise. Dominique rolled her eyes and then she felt how Mick grabbed her hand softly. "I like you too, Dom. Just to be clear,"

"Oh, thank you. How thoughtful,"

Mick laughed. "C'mon, I'll walk you to the door of your room."

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russilton · 9 months

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https://twitter.com/xxomarina/status/1686461480269475843?s=46 okay lewis but what do you mean that George can fit in your car? 🫣🫣

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SAHKIR DEAR ANON, WHEN GEORGE CRAMMED BLOODY TOES AND BRUISED KNEES INTO LEWIS’ CAR (and shoes) TO STAND IN THE GAPING JAGGED HOLE LEFT WHEN LEWIS COULDN’T DRIVE, AND ALMOST MADE HISTORY IF NOT FOR IT BEING TORN FROM HIS GRIP WITHOUT ANY FAULT OF HIS OWN-

But also when he and Lewis share a car at the start of the year like-

They’re adorable and Lewis is always so fuckin proud looking-

#asks #anonymous #mark talks britcedes

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gerifran · 2 months

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A Love Letter to Formula 1

F1 feels like home, and I love it like no other.

In particular, I find that Formula 1 has a unique ability to produce captivating stories about heartbreak, redemption, and glory—sometimes even all at once.

I’m not sure where my admiration for George came from. Perhaps it was our shared initials or a strict affinity for multiples of three. What I do know, though, is that his Formula 1 journey became one of my favorite stories in sports. I wrote my Common App essay about George because it was that serious. I forced college admissions officers to read about how I cried watching car 63 fall down the timing tower at 9 a.m. on a Sunday because that race changed my perspective on sports forever.

The 2020 Sahkir Grand Prix is nothing short of a captivating tale. I watched a man get the opportunity of a lifetime and lose it swiftly through no fault of his own. His misfortune would bring a victory that would change the trajectory of another man's career.

Everything in this sport is consequential and all of it is connected.

I’d never considered myself a competitive person, but in that moment I understood how people can put so much of themselves into a sport. I felt that team's loss like it was my own. I wanted the victory, I wanted the feeling, I wanted the story.

Of course, I don’t believe that this love is simple. There are many times when Formula 1 has angered me beyond belief—times when I’ve had to reconcile that maybe the sport I love is not one that can love me back.

What do you do with a sport that discourages—and actively censors—athlete activism? One that often fails to hold its most successful athlete in high regard?

I grieved the loss of Lewis Hamilton's eighth world title like it was me who had been cheated. I could not fathom losing something that was so certainly yours, much less to lose it through the admitted fault and negligence of an authority. Two years on, I still think of this as a moment that fiercely challenged my love for the sport.

I often joke that F1 is a billionaire’s playground, and frankly that is entirely true. You don’t have to be wealthy to become an F1 driver, but you sure as hell better know someone who is. I can't help but wonder how much more wonderful this sport could be if it wasn't so inaccessible. I wonder if we'd have full-time female drivers or more people of color. I wonder if I'd be able to see somebody who looks like me and grew up like me.

Yet despite all its faults, I’ve attached so much of my being to this sport. At a time when my world stood still, I turned to F1; not just as a source of entertainment, but rather a motive and a purpose. It became a reason to get through the week. I know I can survive this week because on Saturday and Sunday I'm going to watch F1. For about 20 weekends out of the year, I get to watch a new story and then I get to tell people about it.

I am intensely passionate about F1, and I could talk about it to anyone willing to listen and especially those who are not; I know its stories and I want everyone else to know them too. At their core, stories born from sports are about human persistence and man’s ability to pour heart and soul into a craft. Etched into Michael Schumacher’s final race helmet are the words, “Life is about passions. Thank you for sharing mine.” And Michael is never wrong.

What I love so much about Formula 1 is that it’s mine.

Nothing else ever has been.

#f1 #formula one #writing #f1 drivers #sports #michael schumacher #lewis hamilton #george russell #racing #motorsports

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wigglesforonce · 5 months

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in a spreadsheet thats definitly not taken me multiple days, heres a fun graph comparing how similar each qualifying is (please forgive the default excel format im tired)

brief breakdown

the lower the correlation, the more different it is to the data its being compared to, so either the previous weekend's result, or the WDC finish of that year!

You can see in general, each quali tends to be closer to how the WDC turns out than the previous race (shocker), but that this past years season has been the most different (and can be assumed more interesting) quali

other fun stuff under the cut:

for the sake of consistency,in the case of multiple dirvers in a singular seat (e.g. george in lewis's car 2020 sahkir, the 2023 alpha tauri mess) i decided to count a single cars result over a season.

the most unique quali session compared to the previous race was Canada 2022 with a spearmans rank of 0.141 (3 s.f.), and the most unique to the WDC overall was Las Vegas 2023 with a spearmans rank of 0.292 (2nd place being Singapore 2023 w/ 0.394).

the most similar quali sesssion (prev race): 2021 Austria - 0.911, (wdc) 2021 COTA - 0.944

Generally, this season (2023) has been less typcal than the previous in the 2020s in terms of reflecting both the WDC and the previous race results. This matched my expectation coming into the spreadsheet, but was also my impetuts to create it bc i couldnt tell if it was recency bias or not.

Fun little preview of the actual work i did for the data

#wiggles overshares #i only did up to 2020 bc the place i get my quali stats from applies the penalties but i (petty after brazil 2021) refuse to use that #if im looking at pure quali #AAA I DIDNT MEAN TO POST THIS YET #A #formula one #plz forgive any misuse of technical term i am tired so

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dobbiamo-capire · 1 year

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✨WELCOME TO THE FERRARI TEA OF THE EVENING✨

All the juicy tea of today is offered by Umberto Zapelloni’s interview that leads to even more speculations (and even more bad than yesterday’s drama) with a little reference to my username at the end too ✨

“The handover between Binotto and Vasseur had some breach without a doubt, even in a quality check some things smell fishy: we saw it with the front wing that had that hole in the straights, we had it with the disastrous single-pilar rear wing in Sahkir, with the dnf of Leclerc due to a wiring problem. Vasseur found himself in an even worst situation that he expected. A situation that had at first gigantic expectations, that lead Benedetto Vigna to expose himself in front of what nowadays seems like a big gaffe. But Vigna is a valid man, if a person like him says that SF-23 would be a car with a speed like nothing before, he should have had someone that reassured him in this direction. And the one that reassured him now needs to hide and look over his shoulders. Vigna had no faults, he just trusted the wrong people”

“If someone played against the perfect realization of SF-23 car? It’s difficult to know, but I wish it wasn’t like that. It would have meant going against themselves too. But it’s possible that there was an internal conflict, caused by different ideas of what the shirt future of the team should have been. It’s very important what Vasseur said Sunday evening, he has a perfect picture of the situation. He understood that everything they said to him and Vigna during the winter was absolutely not true. I think now Fred knows who to trust and who not to.”

And these words lead to this other article (that i’ll link when tumblr decides to be cooperative) where i’ll translate the best bits:

“For four long years, Mattia Binotto, ex Ferrari team principal, said: ‘to be back on top of the world, you need men (as workforce) stability’. Four long years where, anyway, there were only seven victories. You may ask if that sentence was more to preserve his and other trusted job’s positions despite the results, more than an objective reality.”

[…] “From 23th of February to 3rd of March, in Bahrain, that SF-23, child of that management that preached calm and patience, went into pieces under the pressure of a front wing that deformed itself in the straights, of a single-pilar rear wing that first break in million pieced at the end of tests and later it was precarious, wobbly, fluctuating -so, it was unusable - in the first seasonal race, she gave up due to a wiring problem in a control unit changed just few hours prior, with the DNF of a sadder Charles that, just 10 days prior, asked explanations to a calm and smiling David Sanchez, now fired by who wants to get rid of who doesn’t want to contribute to the success of the ultimate goal.

‘Now i have the ideas clear’ said Vasseur to Sky Italy after the end of the first of 23 gps of this season [...] . Someone, before, was famous for his perpetual “dobbiamo capire” (“we need to understand”). Now, at the head of Ferrari, supported by a fierce and feeling of revenge presidency, there’s a man that seems to have understood it all. And now he’s acting accordingly.”

#2023 ferrari drama #f1 #ferrari #charles leclerc #frederic vasseur #italian press

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