#schumika

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Silly Family Drama!💅

Fun fact, Mika made less than Michael, and Sebastian, Even when Sebastian was a rookie, and even when Michael was a rookie.

Estimates say around 5-10 million even putting it around 8 million even during/with his championships.

In today’s economy counting for inflation thats around 9million to around 20 million USD.

Not including bonus pays, performance bonuses, etc.

- (only including his salary during his championship seasons which wasn’t really increased.)

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Jerez Grand Prix 1997, before the race

Mika fangirling over "rainmaster" Michael Schumacher [x]

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Out of time-au, pt.3

Michael and Seb work together. It's easier, and they were just lucky enough to get a job at a factory and to some smugglers who supply cheap bourbon to a local pub, giving out a fake family history that brings to tears the compassionate women who accepted them as assistants, and causes respectful nods from men who who sometimes allowed them to take on the most cheap and thankless work. One day Michael leaves with Seb in the morning. He straightens his shirt for a long time until he pulls a thick coat over it, crumpling it to hell anyway, and leaves in the other direction, promising Seb to be at work a little later, but by the time. But Michael does not appear either at the beginning of the shift, or in the middle of it, or at the very end, so Seb can only worry senselessly and beg with tears in his huge eyes to forgive his "older brother" for absenteeism while he was plagued with a fever. Michael returns home late at night, when Sebastian has already told Kimi and Mika everything. They are sitting at the table, they have an ordinary dinner: meager, but very good, prepared by Seb's talented hands and Mika's untalented, but careful diligence. They look at Michael intently, waiting for an explanation; Michael looks disheveled, his clothes are in disarray, and his hair is disheveled, he looks completely indecent, and they wonder what could have happened to Michael, who always closely watched his appearance. Michael takes a thick wad of money from the pocket of his still-on-the-raincoat and puts it on the table in silence; they recoil from the bundle as if from a fire. They know that such money cannot be earned legally, and they are afraid of the consequences. They're afraid of what Michael might have done to get it for them. Michael silently sits down in his usual place. He drinks to the bottom a small glass of moonshine, which they bought recently for a holiday, and smiles at them with a wide, trembling smile. His eyes sparkle madly, he combs his hair with his palm, pulls it back, bringing himself to his senses, but still leans back in a decrepit chair and laughs at his feelings and the incredulous faces of Mika, Kimi and Seb. It might never happen again if they weren't all lucky enough, but now he finally felt his life again-his own. Today, for the first time, he was able to win on a car miraculously obtained from an adventurer sponsor a local Grand Prix race.

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HAVE YALL SEEN THE WAY MIKA GETS PASSED AROUNDD

Full on Bakery+THAT WAIST..

What waist?

Ohhh thaASSS THOUGH*FREAKY FERALNNOISES*

*INSERT FREAKY SONIC GIF*

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Mika Hakkinen, Michael Schumacher, David Coulthard, Kimi Raikkonen, Edit.

AU 2 plot sneak peak/edit.

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out of time-au, pt.2

Michael and Sebastian come home, exhausted and silent, take off heavy coats and rumpled hats at the entrance, pull off dusty shoes. They are tired and annoyed, having worked all day from dawn to late at night on almost unpaid and illegal jobs, risking getting caught by the police, they want to forget and relax, because with the next dawn they have to go to work again. They go into a small room, poorly lit by an electric candle standing on a table between old worn chairs, rubbing the shoulders of the patients from tension and the elastic bands of suspenders that cut into the skin under their sweat-soaked shirts. There is a smell of smoke in the room; Kimi and Mika are sitting in armchairs, they smoke the cheapest and nastiest hand-rolled cigarettes, from which Kimi always sneezes, remembering the front, and drink one bottle of vodka for two. At their feet, illuminated by the yellow light of a desk lamp, is their old gramophone, which starts up once out of five, one record is spinning on it: jamming, wheezing, with an intermittent sound. Kimi and Mika don't open their eyes, they're almost asleep, leaning back in their chairs, only smoking and occasionally taking a sip from the neck of an almost finished bottle. Mika sometimes taps on the floor with her bare foot, repeating the rhythm of the music, Kimi's lips barely move, repeating the text in rare places. They listen to Säkkijärven polkka and remember Finland. Kimi puts out a cigarette on an old chipped saucer, he knows that Sebastian doesn't like the smell of the shit that he and Mika smoke, gives the bottle to Mika, taking the last sip. He gets up, staggering a little - his legs don't hold him after a whole day of work, they hurt and don't really strain. And, perhaps, he has already drunk a lot. Seb hugs him himself, presses him to his sweaty chest, grabs the back of his head, not letting him pull away; Kimi puts his hands under his shirt, pulling it out from under the waistband of his trousers, stroking the sore knots in his muscles. Mika finishes the vodka, finishes his cigarette. Michael is more patient with his addictions. Michael helps him up, picks him up into a dancing pose, just one step ahead of Mika's actions. The gramophone interrupts the music, Sebastian is distracted to put the needle back on the disc. Mika leads Michael into a light dance, a strange parody of the polka, so as not to tire them with complex movements. Sebastian tries to pull Kimi into the dance, he looks at Mika and Michael a little enviously, but without anger. Kimi prefers not to dance, he doesn't want to let Sebastian out of his hands, because every day he's secretly afraid that they may not meet in the evening. Sebastian understands him and allows him to hug and not move, more conveniently rearranging his hands, stroking Kimi's pale hair.