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cheriladycl01 · 9 days

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Could you do SMAU for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she is a huge bookworm and he always so supportive about her passion And the Internet has gone crazy about it. Thanks :))

Bookstagram - Toto Wolff x BookwormWife! Reader

Plot: Taking a look through your bookstagram and how supportive Toto Wolff is of your love for reading. Encouraging you to pursue your dream of writing.

Credit to multibabydoll for the GIF

You loved reading and books. Before you met Toto, you used to be a bookseller and then worked for a publishing house. You actually met Toto because of the influx in Motorsport Romance's that made your company send you to a race to get some ... hands on experience and you ended up having your own sort of Motorsport Romance with a Team Principle.

You ended up marrying Toto and at first it was hard, but when COVID came and you ended up working from home since then so coming to the races had been much easier.

y/user

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y/user: My reads of the month! Really loved both of these and I can’t wait for book to from Lauren!

Book 1: Things We Hide From The Light by Lucy Score

Book 2: Powerless by Lauren Roberts

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lucyscore: I’m glad you enjoyed this one!

-> y/user: it’s really good!

fan1: i love these!

toto.wolff: Is this the book you were reading on the plane?

-> y/user: Yes, the other one I read at the race track!

laurenroberts: babe! I’m glad you enjoyed! Come to a book signing and I’ll get you a proof of Powerful!

-> y/user: no stop! I’d love that!

DM’s

laurenroberts: Hey Babe, got an event on 29th November, in Florida. You want to come as my special guest?

y/n: id love that! Thank you so much for the invite! I’ll just need to talk to my husband. I’ve never travelled solo and I’m a nervous traveller!

laurenroberts: That’s fine! Just let me know as and when babe!

“Babe, can we talk for a second” you asked your husband as you walk into the kitchen where he is sat with his morning coffee.

"Yes honey what is it?" he asks looking over at you, pushing a glass of orange juice towards you.

"Well, one of the authors that I really like invited me to a book signing.."

"Oh that's amazing sweetheart. Are you going to go?" he says checking his emails not fully paying attention.

"Well, thats the thing. It's over a race weekend... and" you start but his head bolts up to interrupt you.

"You better not be asking for my permission for if you can go, you know you don't have to ask!" he says almost as though he's offended you with think that of him!

"No, no of course not. But I'm scared to go alone, you know how I am!" you explain and he nods remembering the last time you guys flew.

"Well, how about I buy you a nice first class ticket and make the experience worth it. I'll pay for a fancy hotel and a spa evening for when you land ... how does that sound" he grins pulling you into him kissing your forehead.

"You don't have to do that for me!" you exclaim feeling bad!

"Ah no honey, I do this all for you!" he smiles pulling you in for a full kiss.

y/user

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y/n: What do you guys prefer, Romance or Fantasy. I love finding quiet corners at the race track!

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stephaniegarber: Did you enjoy it?

-> y/user: It was so good! I moved straight onto Legend! And Toto brought me OUABH!

ashleyposton: I see those outlines! Thank you for your review on goodreads!

olivia_blake: ahhhh, i hope you enjoy it!

fan1: Y/N is definielty a motorsport romance girlie considering she literally lived one!

->fan2: i forget about this!

"Baby, you have to stop packing so many books!" Toto laughs as he gets out his card to pay the extra bagging expense where your bags had ended up being overweight.

"I'm so so sorry! I didn't realize how many I'd take back with me, American Books are so much more floppy than the ones at home... even though I prefer our covers!" she answers, going to get her card out.

"I'll pay baby don't be silly!" Toto laughs tapping his card as air port staff come over and help you guys take the bags away.

"You are my little book worm aren't you!" he grins pinching your cheeks like an older lady.

"Stop!" you say swatting his hand away.

y/user

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y/n: Toto helped me rebuild my book nook AND took me out for a book haul! It's up on my YouTube now!

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sarahjmaas: looks amazing!

toto.wolff: I'm happy to help baby!

-> y/user: BEST HUSBAND.

You and Toto had spend the day putting up the swinging chair, and making the room cozy with fairy lights.

He had started to organize your shelves in colour coordination order making a rainbow. You felt so bad when your need to have them in genre and alphabetical order took over.

"Baby, as incredible as this looks, I'm never going to find any books!" you argued and he looks and pulled out Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros.

"See I found you current smutty dragon book!" he smiles handing it to you and your eyes widen at the lingo he was using.

"Have you been... watching my videos?" you ask in shock.

"Mmmm yes honey. i find them very amusing!" he admits and you just stare at him in shock.

y/user

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y/n: He looks like this so that I can look like this …

I LOVE MY HUSBAND

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fan1: shes so unserious ... lmao

fan2: and you look fab!

You were thankful that Toto worked as hard as he did, he treated you all the time and you treated him in return.

Your husband was so supportive and was without a doubt the best thing that had ever happened to you.

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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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american burgers * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: hi guys i had to change the title of this like three times sorry

“okay, this is for you,” you mutter, walking into toto’s office nonchalantly with a burger in your hand. “happy race weekend!”

the austrian behind the table tilts his head, watching you rudely barge into his office with very minimal explanation. “what?”

“i got you a burger. for lunch,” you grin. you reach back into the paper bag and pull out a drink and a cup of fries.

toto looks at the food on the table then looks back up at you. you follow his stare and snap your eyes up to meet his. you huff and turn on your heel. “‘kay, bye.”

“what, where are you going?” he calls out after you. “i- i mean thank you for the food. but why?”

“george and i dropped by a drive thru earlier before heading here to the track,” you grin before disappearing behind the wall. you fix whatever is left inside your paper bag and jog down the stairs.

“distracted him?” george asks, watching as you run down the stairs to meet him. “can we go to williams now?”

“yep. you got their food?” you ask, tilting your head when you see george’s arms decorated with more paper bags. “i didn’t know we got so much food.”

“we’ve got very big teams. it took us five rounds to distribute the food here alone, imagine williams,” george mutters, shaking his head as you open the door for him. “all this to be friends with logan seems kinda much, don’t you think?”

“oh, i’m winning over the entire williams home. not just logan,” you beam. “they’re gonna love me.”

and you’re right. because faces lit up and chatter died down when you walked in with george into the dark blue building. you laid the food down on a random table with george and declared lunch to be eaten, before grabbing the paper bag filled with your food and approaching james.

“this is a very unexpected visit. thanks for the food,” he smiles as you approach. “looking for logan?”

“yeah, i got him a burger and everything,” you slump your shoulders, lifting up the paper bag to show him evidence. “has he arrived?”

“might be upstairs with alex. something about being nervous for his home race,” james shrugs. “alex didn’t tell me much before he ran up and closed the door like a ten year old.”

you sigh. “can we come up? respectfully?”

“just don’t sneak into my office? i have important documents in there.”

“no worries,” you mutter, already halfway towards the steps. you walk by george and lift your arm up, dragging him by his back collar up the stairs. “let’s go, they’re upstairs.”

“you could have asked me nicely and i would have followed you up,” george mutters, smacking your hand to remove your grasp from his shirt. “you really could be nicer or else logan wouldn’t be your friend.”

“oy, logan definitely wants to be my friend,” you frown. you stop at a door, one with logan’s name on it. you knock on the door. “let me in, i brought lunch!”

you hear the chatter inside the room stop. “can’t bribe us with food,” you hear alex call out. “go away.”

“yeah, shut up,” you mutter, reaching for the doorknob. you push the door open. "logan, i got the burgers you told me were really good."

the boy sitting in the corner of the room tilts his head at you. you can see a glimmer in his eyes and a smile slowly appearing on his face. "really? you went and tried the burgers i talked about last week?"

"tried? i bought you some so we can all try it together!" you lift the paper bag and walk in. "so, home race today. you feeling okay?"

alex furrows his eyebrows. "that's not a question you just ask. you need to build up to that."

"i get the right because i bought your team lunch. the questioned included," you giggle. you reach over and hand logan his meal. "so, miami gp. how are you feeling?"

"nervous. there's a lot of people out there," logan whispers, sinking into his seat. he unwraps his burger. "how are you feeling?"

"alex isn't very helpful with the nerves, is he?" you roll your eyes. "you should have come to me. i know a thing or two about nerves."

"and by that, she means she puked in the toilet on the night of her first home race," alex points out with a small smile. "you don't know anything about nerves."

"shut up," you scowl, kicking alex as you clench your jaw. "i'm a professional and handling nerves. you wouldn't know anything about that."

"i-"

"you guys are scaring the poor kid," george sighs, shaking his head. he gestures at logan in the corner of the room, innocently taking a bite out of his burger as he looks between you and alex bickering. "can you play nice?"

logan raises his eyebrows at the three pairs of eyes on him, swallowing his burger. he shakes his head. "no, please. continue your conversation - don't mind me."

"exactly. hold on, logan," you mutter before turning to alex once more. "shut your trap, alex, i'm trying to help your rookie."

george turns to logan. "give them a couple more minutes."

"no problem, man," logan smiles. "i'm just glad she brought me lunch. i'm starving."

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #female driver #fem!driver #f1 female driver #f1 x you #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #logan sargeant platonic #disneyprincemuke 3k celly

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whorekneecentral · 11 months

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sd! toto? this man is the biggest sugar daddy material hands down, like a billionaire. maybe the reader is student at Harvard (i know this type of prompt has been used many times but I can’t think of anything else 😭) she’s studying to be a professor and can’t seem to be paying her student loans. And her friend invited her over to the paddock for the weekend to get her mind off of her studies and relax, where she then meets Toto and there’s a attraction which then leads to him being her secret sugar daddy?

-jenson anon ❤️

jenson anon you are so sexy for this idea ily bae <3333

you thought you knew him from somewhere; your friend ran in all the high end, luxury circles because of who her parents were and when she introduced you to the team principal of mercedes; you knew you had seen him before.

he remembered you before you remembered him - the two of you had met when he did a lecture at harvard. you were telling him that you were getting your PhD so become a professor and he said if you ever changed your mind, you could come work for them.

you never bothered with his comment, you figured you'd never see him again; you had been too busy to even think about that. between school and working to be able to pay for school, you barely had time to breathe.

the only reason you were there is cause your friend's parents paid for everything.

the afternoon goes by, everyone gets busy and your friend eventually disappears when she sees someone she knows.

you were sat in merc hospitality, having a coffee when someone asked if they could sit with you. you look over and see toto.

you tell him go ahead and you two make small talk. he asks how the PhD is going, you tell him it's slowly killing you.

"what do you mean?" the man pushes his glasses up a bit, looking at you.

you shrug, "I might die before I pay back the loans I have." you joked, not really tho.

toto shook his head, "so stupid that you need loans to go to school, to work just to pay back the loans."

"tell me about it." you sighed, spinning the cup around on the table. it goes quiet for a bit before he speaks. "let me pay for it."

you look at him like he's insane, "no, absolutely not. you're very kind for offering but I cannot let you do that."

"why not? it's a good use of my money."

"I wouldn't be able to pay you back, it would kill me to just take the money from you."

toto nods, telling you he understood and the conversation drops.

"we can work something out," he starts and you cut him off, "I can't afford that-"

"no, not like that. uh, so I was thinking more along the lines of you just giving me some company."

you get what he meant and you can't help but laugh. "I'm not looking to be a sugar baby."

"no of course not," he shook his head, "just two friends who benefit from each other?"

"well when you put it like that." you nod, smiling.

toto asked you to join him for the races over your summer break, in exchange he paid for your next two semesters.

you got to travel the world and he got the company he wanted, while your school was paid for.

it was nice, you got to explore on the days you didn't join him on track. he left a card with you which you used for emergencies but he left it with you incase you wanted to shop or stop to eat somewhere. you two had dinner together almost every night, unless he was working late.

he spoiled you with lavish clothing and jewellery to match; you told him it was too much and he said you needed to fit in with the crowd so he's just making sure you don't stick out.

you both knew he just liked to spoil you, that was the whole thing.

the break in the race schedule came up, the drivers off to rest for the summer. toto asked if you'd like to join him in England, spend a few weeks with him relaxing.

you said okay; the 2 of you spent 2 of the 4 weeks in England, resting and getting to know each other properly- and by that I mean in bed.

one too many glasses of wine turned into flirting, into touches and stolen glances and eventually you two ended up going at it right on the deck.

the next 2 weeks were on an island, a little villa all to yourselves, rolling around in bed all morning, waking up to the sun and your lover kissing on you.

you returned to the paddock, toto a little more touchy than before but no one seemed to say anything even tho they noticed the change in the two of you.

#sugar daddy!toto #toto wolff #toto wolff smut #toto wolff x reader #jenson anon :)

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softtdaisy · 1 year

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Hello lovely xx

Could you write prompt “can we promise to talk things out going forward?” with Mick? Maybe about one of them being jealous about the other one talking for too long with someone else, and after that they get into a big fight but secretly they just love each other so much xx

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 1046

A/n: jealous!Mick is an interesting Mick. Thank you for this beautiful request love!!

He shouldn’t feel like that. He knew that. It wasn’t fair. For him. For you.

But Mick couldn’t help but be jealous when he watched you talking with some other guy at the party.

Yet, the weekend started well. Mick offered you to come with him for the new race weekend. He had been traveling a lot with Mercedes and he was clearly missing you every time he went away. How could you say no to some time with your best friend? He told you Mercedes threw some kind of party at the beginning of each weekend, a kind of private reception with the drivers, the mechanics to encourage them and motivate them.

Mick didn’t expect you to stay silently in his arms all night. You were some kind of trophy wife. You weren’t even a wife, technically. He wasn’t surprised to see you in a big conversation with George and Carmen while Mick was talking with Toto. Neither was he when he saw Lewis stop you to ask you some questions about your life. He loved the idea of seeing you integrated in the group.

He wasn’t much of a fan of seeing the mechanic flirting with you.

You had been talking for at least twenty minutes. And at each minute passing by, Mick was clenching his drink harder. The glass could break, he didn’t care. All he cared about was how the guy was taking small steps to get closer to you. And how you didn’t seem to notice. Or worse, didn’t mind.

“What’s wrong mate?” Mick suddenly heard in his back and he jumped from the surprise. Lewis giggled from the reaction but still had a worried look in his eyes. He was such a big brother. Mick didn’t have the heart to answer him. But it wasn’t like he really needed to. Lewis wasn’t stupid or blind. “You should talk to her, you know.”

“And tell her what? I don’t like you talking to other guys?” Saying it made it more real. As if seeing you wasn’t enough, he was confirming his worst fear. Someone was taking his place in front of his eyes.

“Well.” Lewis started, taking a sip of his drink. “You could finally tell her that you love her instead of sounding jealous without any reason.” Mick turned around immediately. The light could be on him and the whole room being silent that it would feel the same. He felt exposed. “Don’t you think I know enough from life to understand that the looks you share are not some best friends thing?” Lewis added, laughing.

And he was right. At least for what Mick knew. It had been obvious for him that there was something more than just friendship. But rather than assume his feelings, he told himself that you had just such a great connection. You were some kind of soulmate. He couldn’t imagine being without you. Leaving was getting harder each weekend. Maybe he should face it.

“But if I were you, I would wait for too long. They are going out right now.”

Lewis was right. When Mick turned his head, he couldn’t see you anymore. He just had the time to watch you go outside before disappearing. He also saw the hand on your back and it felt like a punch in the stomach. He couldn’t let that happen.

He didn’t even take the time to thank Lewis or say goodbye before chasing after you.

And there you were. Watching the star with the mechanic that wasn’t even a bad guy. Mick knew him. He was nice. And if the circumstances were different he wouldn’t mind him flirting with a girl at the party. But his girl.

“[y/n], I was looking for you!” Mick put his arms around your shoulders. You didn’t expect him to come here and interrupt this moment. It wasn’t Mick’s type to do that kind of thing. You watched your friend for the night apologize for stealing you from Mick and leave the balcony from where he offered to watch the stars. You waited until the door closed before hitting Mick in the chest.

“What the hell was that!” You screamed, but not too long to bring attention from inside.

“You’re asking me that? You’re the one having a date in the middle of the party.” If he didn’t want to sound too jealous, he failed.

“A…A date?” you rolled your eyes. “First, it wasn’t a date. He was being nice. And…don’t fucking roll your eyes at me, Schumacher.” He crossed his arms at the remark. He knew you hated that. He didn’t even realize he did it, actually. “Second…why do you even care? I thought you didn’t bring me here to be your silent puppet!”

“But that doesn’t mean I want to see someone else!”

“Why Mick?”

“Because I want you to be with me!”

You took a step back. And Mick interpreted that as you taking distance from him. Like you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to hear him saying that kind of thing. He feared he messed everything up. He put a hand on his hair, trying to contain himself and not make things worse.

“And you needed me to watch me with someone else to realize that?” you asked, crossing your arms on your chest. And Mick looked at you, frowning.

“You’re…not mad?”

“Oh I’m super mad. Because you didn’t talk to me.” You hit his chest at each word and he took your wrist once you finished. “I’m not interested in that guy! He just offered to watch the stars because I told him it was the only thing that saved him from feeling homesick. Nothing more, nothing less. The only man I want is in front of my eyes. Even if he’s stupid.”

Mick took the step that separated you and took your face between his hands. “Me?” he asked, slowly closing the distance.

“Oh no, the guy behind you.” you replied with a big smile before letting him kiss you. It was a sweet and peaceful kiss, like you were both relieved to finally be able to do that.

“Can we promise to talk things out going forward?” Mick asked against your lips.

“I think we need to work on that, yes.”

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #Mick Schumacher x reader #Mick Schumacher imagine #Mick Schumacher story #Mick Schumacher fanfic #Mick Schumacher fic #Mick Schumacher fluff #f1 #f1 story #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fluff #my writing

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f0point5 · 4 months

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You know, I love Seb (he’s the person who got me into F1) and I respect Lewis and his accomplishments but one thing I’ll never forgive them (and a lot of the older drivers, most already retired now) for is how they treated Max when he came into F1.

Yes, he might have been their rival but he was also a teenager, a literal child and gosh… I know Max probably doesn’t really care anymore but I still hurt for him sometimes.

Especially when you consider that he was the one paving the way for his generation. When Charles and Lando and George and everyone else came up a few years later they were welcomed as the youth, the future of the sport. Older drivers talking about their talent and how great it is to see them come up.

Max didn’t get that. He got shouts of “too young”, “too reckless”, “too… too much”.

So no, to me the only real grid dad (or maybe grid uncle is more fitting, idk) will be Fernando Alonso who said that some people are simply ready earlier than others and that Max should be judged on his performance in the races, not his age (paraphrased).

Fernando who has been an idol a lot of the younger generation growing up but also exchanged helmets with Oscar and Zhou, joked with Lando on instagram, talks Le Mans with Max and probably many more moments I’m forgetting about rn.

THIS.

Honestly, I don’t really get the Seb hype. He just has never given me good vibes. I didn’t watch during the RB days so maybe if I’d seen his golden era I’d have gotten attached but he has just always seemed…not likeable. Clearly a very driven, straightforward, intelligent guy, but something about him doesn’t sit well with me. Anyway rant over.

I’m not even going to talk about LH because…par for the course.

Yes, they were all mean to him. As grown men, too, how are you not absolutely embarrassed?! I get that he’s a kid and maybe you don’t want to hang out with him or confront the fact that you’re not the hotshots anymore but omg it’s a CHILD. (And Seb who made a bit of a meal out of being a bullying victim as a kid…I see you.)

No one else of Max’s generation would have survived the way they treated him, I stand by that. They all needed the support they got, and Max had none of it from his peers. I can’t see Max being the type who cared per se, because he was probably already used to being…not ostracised, but like…observed? And also because of how he grew up I don’t think anyone’s words could rattle him. But even if he didn’t care the grown men should have known better.

If I were Max I’d still be laughing about how bitter I made men in their 30s. Like “I couldn’t grow facial hair and y’all were running scared”. But I still think it must have been a pretty lonely few years until others his age started catching up.

I think Max was really lucky to have such a tight team (Christian, Helmut, Jos, Ray, GP) around him to insulate him a bit and stop him getting pushed around but the way these men tried it. (Toto I’m looking at your for the Jos phonecall.)

Yeah Fernando is the only one who I think was ready to embrace the new frontier as it were. But he is just kind of like that. I feel like he doesn’t feel his age is the disadvantage that most do, and that’s why he’s not so afraid of younger drivers. Like, his relationship with Max, Carlos, lando, George (nye buddies lol) and Zhou (literally just today saw a quote of him talking about how nice Alonso was to him, even Lance, he treats them as much as peers as he does his own generation, it’s cute.

Also, this is kinda random but I swear Nico and Max were kind of friendly in the early years? Max has known Nico a long time, despite the age difference (he said he remembered glasses Nico used to wear at like 7, and Nico once went out with his mum?), Nico was on the jet with Max on his birthday in…2017? And I think there’s a picture of Max having flown with some guys (including both Nicos in 2016) and for some reason I’ve always had the idea that Hulkenberg was his link to that whole crew? (Idk if this whole friendship is a headcanon but for some reason I feel like these two are/were kinda connected)

But yeah, agree. Grown men acting like little bitches. That generation I think was the last generation with real bitterness between the drivers, though. Idk you wouldn’t catch me being a jerk to a kid but I’ve never been terrified of a kid before so 🤷‍♀️

#max verstappen #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso

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agendabymooner · 11 months

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supermodel ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

"yeah, she's a master, my compliments."

summary: an episode of the måneskin tour vlog was uploaded and people are not having it. OR lester really tried not to cry as she spoke about her engagement and life with daniel ricciardo. danny only wanted to fulfill her dream without her worrying about the cost.

content warning: brief use of explicit language, fluff, dirty jokes (no smut), lester being me irl (mentions of money and middle class girlies), måneskin members making their appearance, smau/video clips content.

note: writing this to fulfill my imagination that someone would come swooping in and save me from my student loan (a joke, i will be pursuing press relations this year hopefully). i'm going to uni this year. also. we've had way too much unhinged danny and lester. that's why most of the posts i'm uploading are fluff or relating to babysitting toto wolff's kids. enjoy xx

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MÅNESKIN TOUR VLOG #2

[first caption: (italian) my fiancé is asking me if we should have a rustic-themed wedding. i told him "mio caro, if we want a good marriage, we can't use our yeehaw persona as a factor of our wedding!" he asked me if i had an input, all i said was "i haven't thought of anything yet."]

[second: person: and your wedding is in december. lester: we've hired a wedding planner, of course. whenever he's on a race or at home and i'm touring we would have a zoom meeting with our coordinator. i'm not being useless, i promise. my planner has been useful so far, and we've already come up with guests, location, entourages. it's challenging but exciting.]

[third: (italian) "your wedding is going to be amazing, from what i can hear" i hope so. danny pushed me into planning it out with him because i've told him about not wanting to impose. everything were so expensive- i still think everything's pricey. he pushed me, asking me what i want for our wedding. he didn't like it when i think about money, because apparently it's stopping me from pursuing my dreams.]

[fourth: (italian) i like to be independent and earn money on my own. but the kind of wedding that i wanted-it wasn't on my budget. when danny said "tell me what you want" all i can think about is him taking control of the matter. his budget, not mine. beggars can't be choosers.]

[fifth: he wants an answer. at first i wanted to joke, but then i remembered vividly watching a tape from the wedding of princess diana. she had this really nice dress. and she got married and she had all of these pictures in a palace. i told him, "if you don't mind, i would like to get married in a castle. be a princess for a day." he looked at me funny for thinking that he would be bothered by anything that i'm saying]

[sixth: i still feel like i'm imposing whenever i get invited to gatherings with/by his friends or family. it's like the same with (my) paddock passes- i know i've earned my place but it still feels like i'm not one of them and never will be. but the thing is: i love danny. he makes me feel like i belong somehow. and i feel like i'd be more than willing to give my body and soul to him as soon as he asks for it.]

[seventh: *sniffles* (italian) i need to stop speaking about him especially if he's not here. he's got some sort of sense when i speak about him and he'd text me (to ask) if i was chatting shit. but he's been amazing. i cannot imagine spewing out the worst things especially to/about him. those two years of being together and my six years of pining on twitter were worth it. i just hope he sees me as his equal not as a burden.]

bonus !!!

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: "he's fiancé" sounds like danny saying "i'm baby!" while sipping on an apple juice lmfao 🤣

user2 replied: i'm sure with learning how to speak french fast, she should be able to learn and speak wombat.

user3 replied to user2: bestie wtf is speaking wombat? 😭

user2 replied to user3: it's when you can't speak joey, you resort to wombat.

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: why am i even excited for the reception nood art painting 💀 it's nice to know she's still as messy

user2 replied: first pic really said "lester alessandro, h0rny on main, caught in 4k" 😔

f1tillywolff replied to user2: nah that's just lester being lester. it's been the wildest 2 years for us danester dumpster fans.

user3: her attention going from her fiancé to the mechanical bull really shows you where her priorities lie 🤡🤣

loressandro replied to user3: everything reminds me of him 🤠

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lewisthot · 1 year

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that video of toto winking 😮‍💨

what if you two are at event and you haven’t publicize your relationship yet, so when toto asked you to wear a vibrator that he controls and you cannot withstand it, he winks at you across the room as the toy vibrates stronger

this is kinda long, hope you like it!

you were going at another black tie event, they were incredibly boring but for toto you attended. he knew you didn’t care for them so when getting ready tonight he came up with a way to make things a little more fun.

‘i want you to wear this’ you were getting dressed when he came up behind you pressing soft kisses along your shoulder, you turned around to him holding a the bluetooth controlled vibrator.

‘toto we don’t have time’

he chuckled at your misunderstanding. ‘no schatzi, i want you to wear this all night’ your eyes widened at the realisation. ‘you always say how bored you are now you won’t be’

he ran his hands down your body and in between your legs and started to rub slow circles on your clit, you gripped his shirt letting out a soft moan.

‘toto…’ you moaned his name as he ran his fingers up and down your folds, speeding up his actions.

‘let’s get you nice and wet schatzi’ he smirked as you chewed on your bottom lip, your grip on his shirt tightening and your eyes shut. inserting the toy he stopped his ministrations, you opened your eyes to toto licking your juices off his fingers.

toto chuckled at your pouting leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. ‘you need to get ready baby, i’ll make you cum soon enough’

you got ready as the vibrator sat inside you, even though it wasn’t switched on the fullness was a distraction all in its own. sat in the car on the way to the event you couldn’t stop squirming in your seat, toto just kept looking over chuckling which annoyed you - he was getting all the fun of teasing of you well two can play at that game you thought. you reached over and started to knead his bulge.

‘y/n’ it was a warning to stop but what could he do he was driving. you unzipped him freeing his already hardening cock and taking him into your mouth.

he let out a loud groan and gripped your hair. ‘fuck schatzi!’ you swirled your tongue around his length, bobbing your head up and down really sucking on the head his most sensitive spot. he moaned and repeated a series of curses, your name woven in between as he tried to focus on the road and not steal glances of you working him.

his breathing got heavier, his moans louder, he was close so you stopped. you looked at him as you released his cock from your mouth gripping him from the base.

‘schatzi?’ he looked down at you confused.

‘switch the vibrator on’ he rolled his eyes pulling it out of his jacket pocket and switching it own but he turned it up high not easing you into the intensity, a little payback he thought. you shuddered when it started up so strong and powerful, your grip on toto’s cock tightening you squeezed your legs shut the vibrator already overwhelming.

‘finish me off now’ his tone demanding, you didn’t have it in you to tease him anymore. you took him back in your mouth, it was harder to concentrate but your cries of pleasure against his length felt amazing the vibrations of your voice adding a new sensation. toto carefully grabbing your hair again moans got louder, spurring you on you pumped his length as you sucked.

‘i’m gonna cum schatzi’ you took all his length his cum hit the back of your throat. you squeezed at the base, swirling your tongue around his head. ‘fuck y/n’ your own climax nearing, toto pulled you off his cock you were too overwhelmed to think straight.

‘toto i—fuck!’ it hit you hard, your legs clamping shut your whole body tensing up, your body shaking as you squirmed in your seat trying to ride out your orgasm.

‘fuck y/n’ he could only catch quick glances of you cumming as he concentrated on the road, switching off the vibrator he stroked your hair as you came down from your high. ‘we’re close by’ pulling you back to reality you tucked toto back into his trousers, fixed your hair and lipstick before arriving at your final destination.

it was hard to focus during the evening, you may have cummed already but the fullness of the vibrator was hard to ignore and you anxiously awaited for toto to play his little games with you. sitting down at your table eating, toto off somewhere he finally switched it on it was on a low setting but it caught you off guard. it was almost uncomfortable, it felt so good but not enough. you shifted in your seat trying to get some relief.

you spoke to fellow guests trying to distract yourself which toto must’ve seen increasing the speed. you bit back the moan threatening to escape your lips, coughing to cover it up. your relationship was a secret, so you couldn’t drag him away and berate him for torturing you like this. your skin was hot, your nipples hard and sensitive pressed against your dress that felt too tight now. you searched the room for toto finding him with a smug look on his face, winking at you when his eyes locked with yours.

you couldn’t take this anymore and toto could see that, he switched it off as he gave you a raised brow and little tilt of his head a signal to come to him. he walked away and somehow you ended up in an empty corridor, no one around. as soon as you reached him and before you had a chance to say anything he pulled you in kissing you passionately, he pressed you against the wall.

‘how are you schatzi?’ switching the vibrator back on, he smirked as he asked a question he knew the answer to.

‘toto what do you think!’ you whined, narrowing your eyes at him. this time it the speed was fast, your breathing shallowed you grabbed toto arm. ‘fuck, i-i—‘ the lack of buildup and the intensity all too much, the waves of climax washed over you. if wasn’t for toto’s hand on your lower back holding you, you would’ve melted into a puddle on the floor.

‘toto you—‘ he hadn’t switched the vibrator off, it was still going making it impossible to ride out your orgasm when it another felt so imminent. ‘please…’

‘come on schatzi, one more and louder. i want everyone to know what a dirty little slut you are’ his words pushing you over the edge, you cried out in pleasure not holding back maybe too comfortable over the discreet location and the thought of being caught. you chanted his name your grip on toto tight, your legs jelly now. finally switching off the vibrator he kissed you softly as you came down from your high.

‘let’s get out of here schatzi’ as much he enjoyed seeing you blissed out, your eyes heavy, legs weak, chest heaving all because of a little toy nothing beat feeling you com around his cock or fingers.

you giggled as you regained your composure. ‘not happening’ you’d both barely been at the event, sure you wanted to leave but you were gonna get a little payback and make him wait.

#toto wolff smut #toto wolff drabble #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff

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Charles Leclerc / Max Verstappen

Title: Wherever you stray, I follow

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Max Verstappen

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, George Russell, Pierre Gasly

Prompt: Charles is a Beta and he kind of hates himself for it.

A/N: It's set in the same moment as George/Toto but you don't have to read that part, basically George's heat sends Max into a rut and Charles has to deal with the consequence's as a beta.

The room is filled with the overwhelming sweet smell of an omega in heat as soon as George walks into the cool down room. Charles had been cuddled up on the sofa with Max but as soon as George had come in, the camera crew following they spring apart.

George sits as far from them as he possibly can, Max purrs approvingly at the smell besides him. Charles hates that as Beta his smell can't have the same affect on his mate, like an omega's does.

wait, George is a Beta. There are no omegas on the grid.

George coughs as he sits down, he notices both Max and Charles staring at him. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glazed over. "What?" George coughs again, Max has a horrible smirk on his face, while Charles frowns at his mate but he accidently directs it at George.

"Did you fuck someone?" Max laughs, while George chokes on the water he had been drinking. "You smell like a bitch in heat." Max clarifies, still laughing. Poor George looks really flustered.

"Yes, it's affecting me as Beta." Charles informs George, the smell is so overwhelming strong it's making Charles' cock twitch in his race suit. "You're a Beta too, right?" Charles keeps his pace passive.

"Yeah." George chokes. You're not fooling anyone George Russell, you are an omega and an omega in heat on top of that. George looks terrified all of a sudden, Charles gives him a small smile hoping it's enough for George to understand that he will keep his secret safe.

The podium celebrations is where things get a little tricky, for Charles anyway. Max as an alpha is been driven crazy by George's smell. Charles just won't allow Max anywhere near George, he wants to keep George safe of course he does.

but on top of all that, Max is his mate for god sake.

Charles hates himself for being a beta, he doesn't necessarily wish he was an omega or an alpha, he's happy he doesn't have to deal with heats or ruts but Max does have to deal with ruts and it's never nice when it happens because Charles' useless beta body isn't equipped to handle them.

He manages to keep Max away from George for the rest of the podium celebrations, despite Max's many attempts to follow the smell of an omega in heat, his mate is clearly been driven insane which spells only one thing. His rut is coming and Charles has had no time to prepare himself.

First of all, he needs to make sure George gets back safely, he doesn't see any of the Mercedes guys around, then he seems the frizzy hair of his best friend in the close distance.

"Pierre, wait." The Frenchman abruptly stops and turns around with a warm smile on his face. "Charles, what can I do for you?" His eyes suddenly go wide. "What's wrong with Max." Charles clings tightly to his mates arm. "He's in pre rut, because George is in heat."

"George is an omega?" Charles wants to slap himself for telling Pierre. "Just make sure, George gets back to his garage safely" Pierre walks into the direction of George. "And don't tell anyone or i'll tell the whole grid tripod is code for micro penis." Pierre smirks as he walks away.

Now to deal with Max and his incoming rut.

By some miracle, they manage to get through press duties without further incident. Max blindly follows Charles to his black Ferrari, when suddenly he finds himself pressed against his car.

"This why stupid little omega whore's shouldn't be allowed on the grid." Charles has no time to react as Max sticks his tongue into Charles mouth and squeezes his arse. "It's not fair that I go into a rut because of him." Max starts kissing him again. "And it's not fair on you."

It doesn't happen all that often , Max's ruts are usually well controlled and Charles knows about them well in advance so he can prepare himself properly. Max is a ruthless alpha and it takes at least four or five rounds before Max comes back to himself. It's hard on Charles, the sex rough, hard and Max can barely control himself long enough to allow Charles to apply more lube to himself.

It's not the first time Max has had a sudden rut, the last time was horrible and it left Charles sore for days. Why couldn't he have just been a fucking omega? But there is nothing Charles wouldn't do Max and it's his job as his mate.

Charles is suddenly brought out of his thoughts by, Max grinding against him and trying to bite his neck. "You are not going to fuck me against my car, in public Max." Charles uses his calming Beta voice. "Now, keep your hands to yourself, until we get back."

Max growls at him but nods and climbs into the passenger seat of Charles' car. Despite his ruthlessness on the race track, Charles is a very good street car driver and obeys all the legal rules, in fact he's never even been given a speeding ticket before.

He's ashamed to say it but he's probably broken every driving law possible as he speeds back to their hotel room. Max keeps keep quiet during the ride, other than the occasional growl as his hand strongly grips Charles' thigh possessively.

Charles has to practically drag Max back to his hotel room, he losing all his senses rapidly, usually Max's ruts happen when he's safely contained in a room and not a danger to the general public and he knows it's irrational but Charles can't help but be a little angry at George for causing this.

He's only just managed to swipe they key card as Max jumps him and shoves him into the room. Max attacks him with kisses and Charles can finally melt into it and enjoy it now they are in a hotel room with a soft bed and lube.

Charles allows his instincts to take over and allows himself to submit to Max who wastes no time in pressing his nose against his scent gland and bites down, Charles purrs approvingly. "Charles, baby, I need you." Max whines into his ear, digging his hand into the waist band of Charles' red jeans.

"You can have me." Charles hates that this has turned into a rut, it's hot and it's fun right now, but it will soon be painful and exhausting two hours later when Max is still ready to go. Charles hates that he hates himself for wanting to be omega, when he knows how hard it is to be a omega in motor spots and life in general but he wants to be able to help his mate out properly.

Max breaks away from Charles to rip the shirt over his head, then soon attacks Charles, undoing the buckle on his belt and opening the fly on Charles' jeans. "You're mine Charles, all mine, I don't need some omega whore."

It's like Max can read his mind sometimes, it's hard to keep himself under control especially when Max is pushing his hand into Charles' jeans and gives his a cock a few hard strokes. Charles gently pushes him away while he removes the rest of his clothes, Max does the same viscously tearing his off.

"Tell me Charles, who is your Alpha?" Charles squeaks as Max growls at him, sucking little marks on the pale skin of his neck. "You're my alpha, Max."

Max has fully gone into rut now, his scent is so strong it's making Charles dizzy, his knees are going week. His body is producing a little bit of slick from the smell alone, but it's not anywhere near enough but it's something at least.

"You're so beautiful Charles, i'm lucky to have such a wonderful mate." Max wraps his arms around Charles protectively and it honest to god makes Charles' heart soar, even in his rut Max spoils him with kind words and compliments, it makes him feel special.

Charles' body almost bounces off the bed as Max literally throws him onto into and wastes no time in covering Charles' body with his own, kissing over his abs and stomach. Luckily, not touching his cock because if Max wants him to last another five rounds he can't cum this early, he just can't.

Max jumps off the bed and drags Charles by the hips until his ass his hanging over the edge of the bed. "Lube, Max I need lube." Charles panics pressing the bottle into Max's hand.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard Charles." Max looks at the lube with a look of disgust. "Yes you can but with lube." Max whines, but he does coat his fingers with a lube and presses two fingers into his hole, his body accepts them easily thanks to the little bit of slick he's prepared. Max is honestly ruthless with his fingers, slamming them in and out of animalistcally. It's uncomfortable but it's something. Max has three fingers inside of him before judging him to be ready.

Max presses the head of his cock against Charles' now wet hole and slowly slides through the slickness, filling Charles with his massive cock, only leaving the swell of his half hard formed knot outside. Charles sinks into the softness of the mattress with relief.

"Fuck, Charles, you feel so wet for me." Max squeezes his hips so hard there's sure to be bruises left behind. Charles whines, just wanting Max to move, he pushes up his hips a little letting Max know he's ready to start.

Max does start to move, it's fast, it's brutal and it's enough to send Charles out of his mind with want, the sound of skin slapping against skin echo's around the bedroom and all to soon Max has found the sweet spot inside of him, Charles groans in pure pleasure, Max purrs approvingly as he continues to slam into that little bundle of nerves.

"I wanna fill you with my pups Charles, you'd look so good fat and pregnant with my babies." Charles rolls his eyes, he hates rut talks. "You would have my babies, wouldn't you Charles?"

"Don't be stupid Max, I can't get pregnant. i'm not an omega." It's not completely unheard of a Beta getting pregnant but it's extremely rare especially in males, it's something like a 2% chance.

"But you would, have my babies. Yes?" Charles imagines the thought for a moment, a little boy and a little girl running around the garden looking like a mixture of both of them. Charles smiles at the thought, but it's not something that could ever happen.

Charles is suddenly brought out of his thoughts by an extra hard thrust, his knot suddenly swelling bigger and bigger with every thrust as Max thrusts into him with all his might.

"Come for me Charles, I need you to come for me." Charles bares his neck and Max bites down hard on the mating mark as he comes, spilling his load over his own stomach. Max is still pounding into him his knot getting bigger, wait Charles can't take his knot, his body isn't built for it, it will hurt too much.

"Max, love. You need to pull out." Charles pushes his mate by the chest, trying to pry him off. He's had Max's knot before and it hurt like hell, he couldn't really walk for the next couple of days.

"Max, pull out." Charles, digs his fingers into the bed sheets and prepares himself for the wave of pain. "Max." Charles cries out, tears springing to his eyes with the pain of it as Max's knot swells to its limit, then pops filling up Charles with that hot seed.

"Shit, Charles. I'm so so so sorry." Max climbs up onto the bed and takes Charles into his arms. Charles is really confused, Max is always sorry and cuddly after his rut is over but it's one been one round, there should be at least another three.

"I'm sorry Charles." Max repeats over and over again holding Charles tighter and tighter with every word.

"It's fine Max, I know you couldn't help it." Charles brushes the tears away with the back of his hand. "Then why are you crying?" Max keeps kissing him. "Because it was George's scent that sent you into a rut and i'm just a rubbish beta who can barely keep up."

"No, Charles no." Max keeps kissing him. "I think George's scent set me off because I'm due to come off my suppressants anyway, I bet it was the same for George." Charles shrugs. "I guess but I'm still not good enough for you."

"No Charles. You are everything to me, I don't care if you're a Beta, omega or even an Alpha, you are mine and only mine." That makes Charles feel a lot better, he nuzzles against Max's cheek approvingly.

"Max? Why did it only take one round this time?" Charles rests his head of Max's shoulder while the Dutchman softly plays with his hair. "Well, I was looking into it and every rut an alpha spends with his mate, the closer they get, so the rut doesn't take as long."

"So you're saying, we got closer since the last rut?" Charles can't help but keep the smile off his face. "So I am good enough for you?"

"If I have to tell you every day for the rest of my life Charles, I will but yes you are enough for me and more."

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #george russell #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut #lestappen

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onadarklingplain · 11 months

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35. filthy (WHERE MY FREAKS AT?!)

when i said that george needed to post one more photo of him on the southbank before i started writing an art au sequel, i was lying Alex makes them stop for a pint at the bar outside the National Theatre. It’s afternoon already, and the summer heat is radiating up from the pavement. The breeze from the river doesn’t seem to make any difference. It’s just a swirl of hot, moist air. His shirt is all stuck to his back with sweat.

“No, I can’t possibly make it,” Alex tells George when George points out that it isn’t much farther to the Tate Modern, where there’s air con. “Sorry, my feet are going to fall off.”

George purses his lips, pressing them out into a little pout. “Okay, but — just one? I have to take provenance notes for Toto, remember. And we have that client meeting on Tuesday, so — ,“

Alex smiles and rolls his eyes fondly. “It’s a Warhol exhibition, George — Andy would want us to be a little tipsy. It’s probably how he meant for his art to be viewed.”

George’s face is so easy to read, the way he visibly struggles to bite back a pedantic correction about Warhol’s intentions. The journey his expression takes from annoyance to acceptance.

“I’ll buy,” Alex says when it’s clear he’s won. “Go on, find us a table.” The queue takes an age. The city is always too full in the summer — everywhere you might want to go on a weekend absolutely overrun with tourists. By the time he’s come back, George has found them a little table by the river in the dappled shade of the trees. It’s nice; it doesn’t feel so hot, out of the sun.

“I don’t see why we had to stop here,” George says as soon as Alex sets the cups down. He’s looking up at the theatre, like it’s all he’s been thinking about while Alex was away. “It’s such a hideous building, Alex. Surely you could’ve made it to the Wharf at least.”

“What do you mean?” Alex asks, slipping into the empty seat. Under the table, his knees knock against George’s. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re anti-Brutalism? Because if so, this whole thing might not work out. That’s really the kind of thing you need to tell a fella before you seduce him in your boss’s office.”

The way George purses his lips again makes something coil in Alex’s stomach — hungry. He has to take a sip of his beer to stop himself from giving it away. “Come on, Alex. It’s an affront,” George says. “It looks like a power station. It actually hurts my eyes.” “Okay well, the Tate was actually a power station,” Alex points out.

“The Tate,” George starts. He cuts himself off when his voice goes endearingly high-pitched. “The Tate,” he starts over, “Was designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, and was masterfully repurposed for —“

“With the theatre, it’s all about finding the right viewing lines,” Alex interrupts, just to watch the way George’s eyes widen in disbelief, colour rising in his cheeks. He’s got at least three buttons undone, and Alex can’t stop looking at the sharp juts of his collar, at the way they’re shining a little with sweat.

“It’s just as much art as say — well, the Turners for example,” Alex adds, to needle him a bit more. George had been waxing poetic about the exhibition at the Tate Britain this morning, talking about how the paintings were national treasures gifted to the nation.

“You can’t honestly—“ George starts. He’s breathing a little heavy now, his forehead wrinkled. When Alex finally smiles wickedly, George lets his mouth hang open, half relief, half disbelief.

“It’s hot when you get all worked up,” Alex says, low and teasing. “Talking about Sir Giles Gilbert Scott.”

“I’m,” George starts, and Alex watches with satisfaction the way George’s eyes drop to his mouth. He doesn’t seem to know where he’s going with the sentence. Instead of finishing it, he takes a greedy gulp of his pint, some of the foamy liquid spilling down his chin.

When he looks up again, Alex cocks an eyebrow. “We could—“

“No, Alex, we can’t —“ George says. “It’s. We have to go to the Warhol exhibition.”

Alex tries not to roll his eyes. “No we don’t. It’s going to be the same old shit. And you’ve already read the catalogue. I know you can blag your way through a client meeting.”

Alex watches as George wets the corner of his lips, nervous but clearly thinking. “But there isn’t anywhere—“

Alex tilts his head towards the river. “The tide’s out. And like you said, the Wharf is just there. If we went to the bridge—” George blanches, “The beach? It’s filthy down there!” His voice goes too loud again, and he looks around nervously like someone might have heard, might have guessed what they’re thinking.

“Okay, well,” Alex says, taking a pointed sip of his pint. His chest feels tight with a consuming wave of fondness. “If you don’t me to suck your dick, just say. We can still go see the Warhols and make Toto happy.”

George licks at his lips again. It’s only a second before he nods, eyes bright.

#and then they [redacted] on the beach and ruin their shoes with gross thames water thank you for coming to my southbank related breakdown #sorry for all of the anti-national theatre slander contained within #i had to keep googling 'why do people hate the national theatre' because to ME it is EVERYTHING #i am so tired so sorry if there are typos idk #galex #f1 rpf #tumblr fic #art world au

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I love the way you write Christian and Toto for a variety of reasons but one of the biggest is just how whipped they are for each other. Like, they are so annoyingly in love, both to everyone else and eachother. It feels so real for each other and it’s great bc they annoy eachother out the wazo but in that way that’s soft and gentle and fun and just

yeah. I love the way you write them esp in love

this is the sweetest thing anon thank you so much. <3

i do this thing whenever i start writing a new pairing where i write a v short scene with them at their best. it works kinda like a mood board i guess, in that i keep going back to it whenever i write them, in reference to how i picture their relationship at its core. it's helped me so much especially when writing angst and stuff, so i don't forget who i think they are to each other at the bottom of it.

i don't know if anyone is interested in my christian/toto og written mood board but i'll put it here anyway :)

It’s one of those early summer mornings, the few days of the year when the sun is up early, soft, orange, slowly creeping up into the sky, almost unnoticeably. It has Christian waking up with a small sigh, not too hot, not too cold, to the smell of coffee wafting up the stairs.

It’s one of those mornings where everything is peacefully quiet. Christian loves their house, loves the refuge it is for them. There are no neighbours, no roads close by, no early morning traffic. Just them, a bunch of animals, acres of land, and quiet. They get their fair share of hectic noise throughout the day, during the weekends, at the factories, but here, at home, it’s just them in their small, peaceful bubble – quiet mornings and warm light and the smell of coffee Christian secretly thinks is too expensive but that he lets Toto buy anyway.

He makes his way out of the bedroom on bare feet. He can tell today is going to be a nice day, warm probably, but for now he pays none of it a lot of mind, just follows the smell of coffee down the stairs.

The house is still quiet. Toto is a morning person, but he loves his peace in the early hours. There’s never a lot of noise on days like these, and Christian loves it. He’s learned from Toto, has picked up some of his habits over the years, unavoidable as things like these are when you share your life and your space with another person. But Christian doesn’t mind. In a lot of ways, Toto has made him better. Has made him calmer, more centred. Balanced.

Before Toto, Christian was always searching. For distraction, for things to keep him occupied, for his mind to stay away from the things he was too afraid to look at. He was running from things, from emotions, from people, and he tried his hardest to throw himself into his job because if he worried about his team, it didn’t leave enough room to worry about himself too.

With Toto came, for the first time in a long time, presence. In the moment, with each other. He taught Christian to allow himself to feel. The good things, the bad things. The things he didn’t want to look at but needed to. And suddenly, he didn't have to do it alone anymore, because in Toto he had not only found an equal but also a partner. Someone who he could trust fully to love and to be loved in return, bottomlessly, without uncertainty or hesitation.

With Toto, Christian learned to stop looking. To just be. To sleep when he needed to sleep. To ask for the things he really wanted, to ask for Toto. They learned a lot from each other. Toto changed too, in many ways more beautifully than Christian. He became so much softer, so much more open and vulnerable. He let himself fall with Christian, fell for Christian.

With Toto and time came the most beautiful relationship Christian ever had and the more it grew, the more it solidified, the surer he became that this was a forever thing. And so eventually, Christian stopped looking. He stopped looking for things to distract him, he stopped thinking about all the things he had to do, all the things he hadn’t done yet, all the things that could’ve been. He stopped looking because he had found Toto and with Toto had come a peace so profound that Christian had yet to feel anything like it. It was like his soul had finally found its home.

So Christian stopped looking and he hasn’t been looking in a long time. The only times he goes back to it is on mornings like this, when he wakes up in an empty bed, to cool sheets and the smell of coffee.

Toto is outside on the patio, a cup of coffee in his hand, bare feet on sand-coloured tiles, and he’s looking out into the yard, watching the sun rise from behind the line of trees in the distance.

Christian can’t help but wrap his arms around him from behind, press his face between his shoulder blades and inhale him, soft and still somewhat sleep-warm, so familiar it makes Christian’s chest ache. He’s so lucky. He’s so goddamn lucky.

Toto doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. The quiet is too peaceful. Soon the day will be filled with rushed phone calls and meetings and hectic plans and the sound of incoming emails. But right here, right now, it’s too beautiful to break their silent understanding with words. Toto’s free hand comes up to where Christian’s are wrapped around his body and he squeezes softly, brings one of them up to his lips to press a soft kiss to a knuckle, and leans back, just a little.

Christian returns the gesture, presses his lips to the soft cotton of Toto’s shirt and kisses where his face rests on Toto’s back. They don’t need to talk. There is an undercurrent of silent understanding, a quiet promise that underlies every one of their interactions. They’re partners. They’re lovers, they’re friends, they’re confidantes. But above all, they’re each other’s, and no one in the world gets Christian like Toto does. No one understands him with such little words, so profoundly, so deeply, so all-encompassingly, like Toto.

And he’s devoted to him. He feels it on mornings like these more than on others, their connection, their wholeness. Their constancy, their alliance. It doesn’t matter what happens in the world. It doesn’t even matter what happens to them. Because whatever changes, whatever happens, Christian will always have Toto to hold onto in the mornings, he will always have him like this, in the quiet peace of warm summer mornings, the smell of coffee surrounding them, both soft from sleep, after sharing a bed, after keeping each other safe the night before.

Nothing else matters. This is it. This is all Christian will ever need.

They watch the sun climb higher up in the sky. With it comes more light, soft, yellow, and warmth, blanketing Toto and Christian quietly. It’s peaceful enough for Christian’s eyes to fall closed after a little while, and so they lean on each other like that, Toto’s hand covering Christian’s, just above his heart, softly swaying in the morning sunlight, full to the brim with gentle contentment, and love, so much love.

#christian/toto #christian horner #toto wolff #in actuality this might be a lil cringe

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HAPPY ACCIDENTS:)

Genre:- fluff

F!reader x idol!Beomgyu

an:- this is once again a drabble for all the hopeless romantics including myself the longer version will be posted very soon on my Instagram account :- tubatudiaries ; I got inspired by "our summer" By TXT the vibes of that song hit different; hope y'all will enjoy it <3

"Ughh, I hate my life, these assignments don't want to get over!" y/n yelled at a her laptop frustratedly then looking at her watch , it displayed time 5:53 and a notification of a new post on Instagram by her friend. She clicked on notification only to see the most gut wrenching photo of her friend kissing her boyfriend and if that wasn't enough another slide of her smothering him with kisses. Disgust was reflected on her face clearly, but at the same time she was happy for her friend. She was pretty like a kpop idol, and always had been the popular girl of her school.

Thinking about it, y/n opened camera app on her phone (the worst idea to ever exist) within a fourth of a second she closed the app and threw her phone to the side " Nah this is definitely not it"

She was already insecure about her looks since ages and then the hope of being loved completely died within her, of course her family and friends loved her, but we all need that someone who loves us like no one does. "So what I'm ugly, my soobin and beomgyu photo card love me 😤 my tubatu loves me, that's enough motivation for me to complete this crappy assignment as soon as possible"

After 2 hours of hard work and a little bit of distraction from all new videos updates from YouTube, you completed the assignment.

After completing your assignment which was equivalent to toxic relationship you decided to reward yourself by going for a walk.

The cool evening breeze brushing your face felt therapeutic and relaxing . It calmed your intrusive thoughts.

Just then a parrot flew over your shoulder , it was a turquoise fronted medium-sized parrot , he had boba eyes , and looking in all directions.

You heard a distant voice shouting "yahhh! Toto come back! Stop disturbing people"

That voice came closer and because Toto was perhaps relaxing on your tensed shoulder and you couldn't move.

"Here you are Toto! You made me run errands for you " You lifted your eyes to see the person in front of you. It was a man, young and his voice was husky yet soothing. His hair were fluffy , his features even in moonlight seemed well defined and were so mesmerizing, the most attention capturing part of his face were his boba eyes and pearly white smile. You were so lost in his beauty that you realized that Toto was still on your shoulder.

"Thank you so much for not moving and extremely sorry for causing trouble , Toto's becoming naughty day by day "

You replied "n-no problem, he really did nothing apart of siting but I'm sure you are tired of looking and chasing after him , you can have my water"

He accepted the offer as he was extremely thirsty, you were literally staring at him while he was gulping water , he seemed ethereal and looked like a daydream.

After handing over your water bottle, he spoke "once again thank you, I'm choi beomgyu and this is my pet parrot Toto" You froze in place as soon as you heard his name

B-beomgyu no, THE CHOI BEOMGYU from TOMORROW BY TOGETHER was standing in front of you, he drank from your bottle and moa's crush Toto was on your shoulder.

You stuttered " I-i am y/n n-nice to meet you Mr Choi, you pet is really beautiful "

"You can call me only beomgyu since you seem around my age and thanks for the compliment :) Since you helped me can i treat you with an ice cream, I know it's not much , but there is an ice cream shop right there "

Stawwwpp did beomgyu just offered you an ice cream treat , you were on cloud 9 , you tried to look calm and composed and replied " Why not! Since it's so hot you too are sweating let's cool down ourselves "

Beomgyu smiled and asked you to follow his lead, he kept Toto in his cage in his car and fed him water and his food, then you entered the air conditioned ice cream parlour. The sweet smell of ice cream had you drooling . Beomgyu asked you for your favorite flavor and bought one for you and one for himself, you both sat and talked for a while about how Toto became his pet, then beomgyu got too curious about you and you were being interrogated the whole time but you too asked him about himself.

After an wholesome conversation, you both headed out of the ice cream shop, both of you were a bit sad for you won't be able to talk to him , you both had only met half an hour ago and had bonded so well and then suddenly never meeting again seemed too sad of an ending to a good friendship to which beomgyu suggested to exchange phone numbers you both were glad to have something to stay in touch with each other.

You both bid farewell to each other and said "thank you beomgyu for treating me with ice cream and being an amazing listener, I'm feeling so much more relaxed thanks to you"

" I'm glad I could help you, and i hope to stay in touch with you! Goodbye y/n! "

You both parted ways, you felt happy, a smile was plastered on your face , not just because you had spent time with your idol but also because you found such a good friend who was extremely genuine and his vibes were so positive, you felt grateful for being able to finish your assignment on time and meeting this beautiful soul

Beomgyu too was feeling the same, he felt heard and did not feel alone. His busy schedule didn't have him time to talk to his hyungs in person , they did text each other on kakao talk but they too are extremely busy and also something about talking in person is always better . He found a friend because of Toto, he felt grateful towards Toto. Every stress and tension that moment just seemed too good to be ignored because he had a good time with you.

#choi yeonjun #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt beomgyu #txt fanfic #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu reactions #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu #Spotify

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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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beating the heat * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: this actually took me longer than thirty minutes to write im sorry

your eyes widen as your eyes stay on the tv screen in george's side of the garage. you readjust the headphones sitting in your ears as you push yourself towards the screen in the corner.

"logan's retiring," you mutter to yourself. you hurriedly tear the headphones from your head. you cover your ears from the sound of george's car driving into the pitlane for a stop.

"excuse me," you mutter to toto, tapping him on the shoulder as you say it and immediately disappear. while this should be concerning for the team principal, you are old enough to know what you are doing. you have been around for long - he doesn't need to keep tabs on you.

he just shrugs and goes back to speaking into the mic.

you navigate your way around the paddocks quick. perhaps it's a good thing that you and george had accidentally crashed into one another at the start of the race, forcing you to retire the car due to irreparable damages. you're not a big fan of the heat in qatar, and it seems that neither is logan.

you're not angry at george. actually, you will definitely be laughing about the whole thing over some late-night food in the hotel together with some soda.

you find benny standing outside the medical centre with his phone to his ear. you wave at him to catch his attention as you approach. he pulls the phone from his ear when you do.

"is logan inside?" you point towards the door. "is he alright?"

"dehydrated and unwell," he sighs, shaking his head. "i'm on the phone with his mother - you head right in."

you mutter a quick thank you, already a bit regretful that you had interrupted his phone call to update logan's mother. you head right into the medical building and try to find the one room that had the most movement.

you stumble in, chest heaving as you're greeted by james and logan sitting in the corner of the room. you sigh in relief as logan smiles at you weakly, his head resting on the wall behind him, arm stretched out as a nurse connects him to an iv drip.

"are you okay?" you ask, finally walking in. "what happened, mate? i thought you were drinking water and felt better from the flu."

logan shakes his head. "apparently the flu doesn't go great with the qatar heat. i tried to see it through, you know. but i just- i couldn't. it's too much. it's so stupid."

you glance at james and tilt your head. james shrugs. "i keep telling him it's okay. if he carried on racing, who would've known what would happen?"

you slump your shoulders and pat him on the knee. "don't be so hard on yourself. the heat really is something, you know? you're not the only one feeling it," you explain slowly, "i'm already fighting the heat while standing in the garage all night."

"but everyone else is having a go at it. look at oscar?" he throws his free hand into the air to show you his frustration. "stupid. everything about this is stupid. the fact that i'm here and still not in the car is stupid."

"i used to be this hard on myself when i was younger, you know," you sigh, putting your hands behind your back. you lean on the wall to prop yourself up and nod when logan raises an eyebrow at you. "yeah. i'm a woman in motorsport - i was my biggest critic. i was very uptight until george and i became teammates."

"why? you were amazing even when you first started out. you were on the podium in the first half of your rookie season," logan mutters. "everyone kissed the ground you walked on. you're still in chatter as a title contender for years to come."

you shrug. "maybe you only consumed articles that put me in a great light. there were a lot of those," you admit, remembering the way you'd tear yourself apart indulging in articles about your place in formula one, "but there were also a lot that picked me apart and treated me less than.

"i retired once because i wasn't feeling great from my period. imagine the backlash i got after that. from the media, the fans, and people i thought had my back. but i had to retire - it's the safer route than pushing through and potentially passing out and crashing in the car. i could've died if that were to happen."

logan's eyebrows furrowed. "that's not fair. it's just your period - it's natural."

"i know," you point a knowing finger at him, "your flu is also just natural. do you know what i did the next weekend after i retired that weekend?" you grin, glancing over at james. he knows this story because he had been around when it happened. "i bounced right back up - i won my first race."

he laughs softly and looks away. "i'm not as great as you, come on. no way i'm winning the next race."

"to make it far, you have to stay true to yourself. you did the right thing today, kid." you folded your arms over your chest and smiled. "don't get lost in the sport, logan. f1 will always be here like it's always been. you're human. don't forget that."

he looks at you again, tears welled in his eyes from your speech. he breathes out shakily and smiles. "has anyone ever told you that you'd make a great ted talk?"

"ah, shut up, logan."

@cashtons-wife

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #female driver #fem!driver #f1 female driver #f1 x you #f1 #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke inthaf #logan sargeant platonic #disneyprincemuke 3k celly

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phantomwritr · 7 months

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The Road Trip (2/?)

Hello all and welcome back to The Road Trip (with Max and Lewis)! From now on all parts will be tagged with “#the road trip au” and “#the road trip” for those of you who wish to follow along :). All right, on with the show!

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Max dawdled in front of the Mercedes motorhome. The lights were on inside and the silver star gleamed menacingly overhead.

Taking a deep breath, Max dashed inside. In a moment of utter panic, he realised he had no idea where to go. So, onward he went.

Max had almost made it through all the way to the back, when suddenly Toto fucking Wolff appeared in his path. The tall Austrian looked Max up and down, then continued on his way.

Frustrated and determined not to show how lost he was, Max continued on his way too. That’s when he heard it. Voices. Lewis.

Max steeled himself and knocked on the door. A head peered around the corner. Fuck, it’s George, Max thought. If there was anyone he got along with less than Lewis Hamilton, it had to be George Russell.

He had potential, but he was even worse than Hamilton in most aspects.

“What are you doing here,” George sneered.

“Hey!” Max heard Lewis shout from inside. “Don’t be rude. Who’s our guest?”

If Lewis only knew he was telling his teammate to be nice to his arch-rival. Max knew as well as anyone that if any driver was going to challenge Max all the way to the last race, it was going to be Lewis.

Max dreaded the idea. If Mercedes really did catch up, it was going to be 2021 all over again. He’d much rather drive out front, thirty seconds ahead of the next car than scrap with Hamilton every single race.

“It’s Max Verstappen,” George said, looking Max up and down. “By all means,” Max heard Lewis say, “let him in then. You don’t let the reigning champion stand in the hallway!”

“Fine,” George acquiesced as he stepped aside with a fake smile. “I’ll go,” George announced as Max stepped past him and came face to face with Lewis.

“Yeah, all right. Enjoy your evening, George!” Lewis shouted after the young brunet. George didn’t respond and Lewis just rolled his eyes.

“Don’t pay attention to George. He was just busy explaining to me that him impeding me in quali was actually my fault and that he would’ve finished ahead of me if he had driven a good quali lap, so…”

“Never thought I’d say this, but what an idiot. There’s no way he would’ve finished ahead of you,” Max said, raking his hand through his hair as he tried to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Lewis only smiled, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Don’t flatter me, Max. Our relationship isn’t like that. Now do tell, what brought you here?”

“Well, I have a favour to ask,” Max asked, his eyes downcast.

“A favour? My, my. A day full of surprises indeed. What kind of favour?”

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go on a road trip with me.”

Lewis immediately sat up straighter and arched an eyebrow. “You want me to go on a road trip with you? Why?”

“Well, it’s for the socials. I thought, you know, if we could show our fans that we can get along…” Max paused, knowing Lewis understood what he meant.

“They’d stop warring. If you think it’ll work, then sure, I’ll come.”

Max let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Just like that? I thought this was going to be way more difficult.”

“Just like that. When are we leaving?”

“As soon as we’ve gathered our stuff, I think,” Max said with a shrug.

“Very well then, let’s get packing. And I’ll call the dogsitter that she’ll need to take care of Roscoe for a while longer.”

By the time they made it to the car with all their luggage in tow, the social media crew was already waiting for them.

“All right,” someone said. “We’ve outfitted the car with cameras and GoPro’s, in the most non-intrusive spaces of course, so they won’t hinder you as you drive. The fans will be able to follow you as you go—with a delay of course or else you’re getting nowhere—and you’ll be required to film a daily report. Now, you can always mute yourselves should you want to have a private conversation, but of course we’d like to get as much as possible on camera and with audio.”

Max and Lewis shared a look, but Max couldn’t quite read the other man’s gaze. Especially when all he did was smile politely. Was it real, was it fake, Max didn’t know.

“And where will we be going?” Lewis asked.

“The plan is for you to tour around Italy and then drive to Zandvoort from there in time for the Grand Prix,” some social media intern piped up as she handed them their itineraries. “Any further questions?”

“Yes,” Max said. “Who will drive the first leg of the journey?”

“How about you drive?” Lewis said, a beaming smile on his face as his teeth glinted in the sunlight.

Max shrugged. “All right. In that case, I think we’re done. What do you say Lewis, should we get on the road?”

As the Range Rover with the two drivers inside drove away, Christian shared a look with the head of the social media crew, who asked, “How long until one of them begs us to come pick him up from the side of the road?”

“I give it two days,” Christian said, hiding a chuckle behind his hand. “You willing to put money on that, boss?” the Social Media Manager asked.

“Yeah, £100 says they’ll last two days at most.”

“Noted,” the Social Media Manager said. “I’ll see your £100 and raise you £500, by saying they’ll last a week.”

“And I’ll see your bet and raise you both,” a third voice with a thick Austrian accent piped up. “£1000 says they’ll make it all the way to Zandvoort.”

“That is bold, Wolff,” Christian said. “We’ll take it. Let’s see which one of us ends up being right. May the best man win.”

They shook hands to make it official.

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All right, that’s it for part two! Hope you enjoyed and please let me know your thoughts🫶🏻

#4433 #formula one #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #f1 fanfic #christian horner #toto wolff #f1 rpf #mawis #the road trip #the road trip au #the mawis road trip

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Shoutout to you for the way you treat Alex and George’s relationship when you talk about George in context of gewis. So many people in cases like this with less popular ships turn vitriolic towards anyone who they think could pose a threat to their ship and just… don’t. Your approach of they’re besties your honor is great and sparks a ton of joy

Wow, thank you!

I have to say this message surprised me a bit because it’s something I’ve really had to work on, to the point I used to get some very angry anons about the way I generally ignored or forgot about Alex. Basically the opposite of this one hahaha! but I’ve also started to warm more to Alex this year than I did last year, though I still wouldn’t call myself a real fan, it’s nice when he does well.

I have… a complicated relationship with Alex as a driver and person. On one hand, he’s George’s best friend, I couldn’t change that even if I wanted to, and it’s a truly sibling like relationship I suspect George needed given how much older his actual siblings were. They support each other and that’s a thing they both need.

On the other, I’ve been watching since 2020, and Alex WAS a Red Bull driver, and he spent the entire first year of when I was watching the sport, getting into incidents with my favourite driver while being generally being very… accusatory. His role in RB during 2021 didn’t help either, and it just generally left me very mistrustful of the guy, probably unfairly, but with 20 drivers to focus on you don’t tend to get past first impressions unless you really stick about.

When he moved to Williams it was all under the fan fair of Horner crying that Toto didn’t approve of the move because he thought Alex was going to spy for them, and at the time it was hard not to sit there and go “well… are you?” Because post AD Redbull had more than proven they were willing to do anything to win, even if it was George’s influence that got Alex the Williams seat. It now truly delights me to see how that has in fact backfired on Christian as he lost a genuinely talented young driver to another team who will better respect his skill if he’s willing to be patient, though you won’t catch me calling for Alex to Merc…ever, or at least, any time soon.

I also struggled with the way he did talk about George a lot! It’s banter between brothers but it often felt like at the time the only way I saw Alex referring to their relationship was to poke or complain about George- especially showing off his body. Every single post George made showing even a little skin- the comments would be full of people waiting for Alex to show up and say something mean, and slowly the content from George dropped off, a coincidence probably given the ramp up with his duties at Merc, but it was hard not to link those things y’know, especially with my OWN, not Alex’s problem, views on body image.

So yeah, it was a tough grind, NONE of it helped by the prevalence of Galex as a popular ship and the tendency of popular ships to get very… expectant, of you to like them. I had the exact same issue with Sewis, though I will always adore Sebastian, because for a while it really did feel like it was being shoved in my face every which way and I couldn’t escape them, and no one enjoys having to wade through things they don’t like. Lots of posts with a general vibe of “what do you MEAN you like gewis when galex exists and clearly has more evidence” that just didn’t sit right for what I felt or what I was seeing. There was also the fic that will not be named that gave me a slightly… traumatic response to Galex and Sewis in relation to Gewis, and I all but stopped mentioning Alex at all if I could avoid it. Which as mentioned at the start… some anons sure took issue with!

I spose what changed my relationship with Alex was reframing his relationship to George (and by proxy redbull), when then things he started saying became less about George’s body and more about what a pain in the ass best friend he was. That’s a relationship I understand, the best friend who you love beyond all belief, would defend from wolves, would kill for, but if you had to date you’d kill each other in a couple days. A psuedo sibling bond I have with a lot of my own friends, people I would say I love you too knowing I have 0 intention on dating them.

Then it became easier to see all the ship stuff because I could go, cool I get it, but to me that’s his brother, that’s the guy who watches George pine and makes faux gagging noises, but would also go behind George’s back to tell Lewis how George felt if he thought it would make George happy. That’s the guy who George complains to when he’s struggling with balancing his feelings with his job as a teammate, and who hugs him when he’s feeling lost.

I have to credit Niamh for saying it one of her fics- but Alex is George’s Valtteri. The guy who has his back even when they’re fighting, and who’s bond goes a little deeper than skin, different to romance but no less strong.

So yeah, I will still always probably grit my teeth when it comes to getting galex shoved in my face, (no I haven’t forgotten synths poll, so many of you were v annoying to me ((this is a JOKE)), I’ve certainly started to completely detach that from Alex as a driver, and short of a nuclear melt down, I hope that relationship just slowly improves. Not that any of that matters to him of course. But this is the blog where I talk about myself.

Sorry for the ramble! That was useful to get off my chest I think hahah, cheers for the offload, now I can move on from it.

#asks #anonymous #mark rambles #mark’s driver meta #this is not an anti Alex post #but be warned that Alex fans this may not be a post you should read #because its long and boring and about my less than glowing but improving relationship to mr albon #just skip it I promise ur missing nothing #alex albon

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Hi there!😊 Hope you have a nice day!!❤ I just wanted to ask if you have time, can you tell me what was the plot in the new Aizen birthday card??🙏🏻🙏🏻😭❤ I just have really bad luck with the gacha right now...

Thank youu so much!!

Heyyy sorry late reply. Was farming like hell for the event, so I only just now read the story.

Aizen and Fu were in a cafe one day, and since his birthday is coming up, she mentioned celebrating. But he said he had to attend an engagement party hosted by a baron that day, so they decide to plan for something else another day.

Aizen offers to take Fu home at least part way (since he has something else to do), but she refused him because she wanted to buy a gift. You can totally feel that Aizen was kind of :( but doesn't show it, LOL.

Then when Aizen left, Toto and Shizu popped up. Toto of course has been spying. And he doesn't even hide. He was just like "Yes, I even purposely sat somewhere close so I can hear :)".

Shizuki: "I tried to stop him :/"

Toto offers to take her to the baron's party so she can wish him Happy Birthday on the day. Fu hesitates but in the end says she wants to go.

In the party, Fu sees Aizen and from behind she saw that he had a female companion. She saw the companion holding on Aizen's arm and she feels jealous and goes out to the balcony.

Except that the "companion" is just Mrs Ooyama :'D Aizen saw Fu, but wasn't sure it's her. Mrs Ooyama confirmed that it was Fu and told Aizen, so he goes to chase after Fu.

Outside he teased her a bit going "Oh what a coincidence, you're here too."

Fu then confessed that she came there with Toto to wish him happy birthday, and ha laughed. He knew, he already asked Toto inside. And he invites her to just leave the party together. Before heading back in, he noticed her dress button (on the back) had come loose and fixed it.

He asked if Toto gave it with jealous voice but Fu doesn't notice and think he was just being awkward about the button. She says no, it was a gift from her dad's customer. Aizen: Oh :)

When they leave, Fu asks what about the companion. And Aizen says "Madam just told us to go ahead and leave". Fu: Oh :o

The one who needed to go was Mrs Ooyama anyway, because the baron's wife was her friend. Aizen just thought he needed to escort her and greet the baron, who he's acquainted with, for formality.

Now that the misunderstandings (TM) has been resolved Aizen mentioned it would've been nice to have one dance. Fu says she thought so too, so Aizen told the coach to go to the Ooyama house. He brought her to his childhood study room and brought out a gramophone.

Remembering what she knew about his past she felt melancholy, but Aizen said it's not a bad memory so she shouldn't be sad for his sake. She wished him happy birthday and he says he's glad to have met her. They kiss, and then they have a private dance together.

*) Random but her birthday greeting was "Thank you for being born", and apparently this is a common thing in Japan, but it just feels weird to see haha.

#ask reply #reply #ayakoi #ayakoi birthday #ayakoi aizen #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashirr #ayakashi romance reborn #arr aizen #arr kyonosuke #ayakashi aizen #ayakashi kyonosuke

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