I'm back! I was sick, sorry I forgot to tell you... Well I wanted to change something soo here is a fic with Kimi! All respect to Kimi and his family!! English is not my first language and I used translator for words I didnt know(if there is any problems pls tell me! I first write everything in mh notes before I put it here)
The Ferrari garage was its usual symphony of movement. pit crew scrambling, engineers squinting at data screens, and someone somewhere yelling about tire pressures. But off to the side, tucked in a quiet, shadowed corner of the motorhome just outside the garage itself, Kimi Raikkonen was doing the unthinkable.
Napping. On your lap. Twenty minutes before quali.
M/N: (quietly, brushing a thumb through his hair) “You know you’re insane, right?”
Kimi didn’t respond. He just curled a little more into your thigh, breath slow and warm against the inside of your arm. His cap tilted just enough to cover his eyes. Red sweater sleeves bunched around his fists, clutched lazily in front of him like he was protecting a nap he'd fought for all week.
On the coffee table beside you both sat a half-eaten tray of strawberries and cream, your attempt to coax him into eating something before the adrenaline kicked in. He only ate two. Claimed the rest were “too squishy.” But somehow he still managed to smell faintly like them.
A mechanic passed by and did a double take before wisely deciding to keep walking. Kimi didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t care.
Kimi: “If they wake me, I’ll quit.”
M/N: “You said that last week. And the week before. And when Vettel accidentally drank your espresso.”
Kimi didn’t answer. But his fingers found the hem of your jacket and tugged once, lazy but deliberate, his way of saying he didn’t really mean it. Just didn’t want to deal with the noise.
So you let him stay. Let him rest against your thigh like it was the only place on Earth soft enough to sleep. You didn’t care that the paddock buzzed around you, because in that quiet moment, Kimi Raikkonen, Ferrari’s Ice Man, world champion, eternal mystery, had picked you as his safe space.
~Scenarios of Kimi being a picky eater🍓
You were sitting across from Kimi at the small table in the Ferrari hospitality lounge. The spread was perfect: pastries, espresso, berries, eggs, even a little avocado toast you got him once and he secretly liked. Today, the chef tried something new. some kind of couscous-mango parfait.
Kimi stared at it like it was radioactive.
Kimi: “M/N… What is this?”
M/N: “It’s couscous. And fruit. With yogurt.”
Kimi: (frowning) “That sounds like something they give goats.”
M/N: “You eat goat cheese.”
Kimi: “That’s different. That’s cheese. Not... whatever this is.”
He picked up the spoon. Put it back down. Reached for a croissant. Stared at it suspiciously.
Kimi: “Is this normal or is it that... gluten-free... fluff.”
M/N: (deadpan) “It’s flour, butter, and sin. Relax.”
He took a bite, chewed slowly, and nodded once.
Kimi: “Good. Tell the chef to stop trying to kill me.”
You just smirked, sipping your coffee. This man survived 300kph wheel-to-wheel battles, but a cup of couscous had him nearly filing a complaint with HR.
“I Said No Seeds” Hotel Room in Monaco
Room service brought a fruit platter. You thought it’d be a win. Kimi liked strawberries, grapes, apples. basic stuff. Until he found one slice of dragonfruit.
Kimi: (holding it up like evidence in court) “What is this? Why is it looking at me?”
Kimi: (suspicious) “Tastes like paper.”
He set it aside dramatically, reaching instead for the strawberries. You were on the bed scrolling through emails when you heard him sputter.
Kimi: “This one has seeds. Big seeds.”
M/N: (glancing over) “They all have seeds, bowah.”
Kimi: (offended) “Not like this. This one’s trying to be crunchy. That’s not what strawberries do.”
You chuckled, grabbed the tray, and swapped the “offending” one for a smaller, smoother one. He made a soft grunt of approval and popped it in his mouth like nothing ever happened.
You kissed his cheek as you passed behind him.
M/N:“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
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