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Threes a Formula

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Y/n celebrates New years with the Wolffs but also faces the challenge of navigating the complexities of her growing relationship with the Wolff family, balancing her role as Jack's nanny with unexpected moments that blur the lines

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

Also happy Birthday Toto

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Chapter 6: Between the Lines

Y/n wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck as she stepped out of the car, the crisp Austrian air nipping at her cheeks. Snow blanketed the landscape, turning the world into a picturesque winter wonderland. She had just returned from celebrating Christmas with her family in Germany and was now ready to welcome the New Year with the Wolff family at their chalet in the Alps.

Toto and Susie Wolff stood by the entrance, warmly bundled in their winter coats. Jack was the first to spot her, his face lighting up as he dashed towards her.

Toto and Susie approached with smiles. "Welcome, Y/n," Toto said, his deep voice filled with genuine warmth. He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze that lingered a moment longer than usual. Susie followed suit, wrapping her arm around Y/n’s waist in a friendly yet lingering manner.

"We've missed you. Ready for some skiing?" Susie asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/n smiled, her heart fluttering at their touch, though a pang of nerves crept in. She hadn’t mentioned that she had never skied before. "Absolutely," she replied, masking her anxiety.

“Y/n!” Jack’s excited voice echoed through the air as he rushed toward her.

“Jack!” Y/n dropped her bags, opening her arms wide to catch him in a warm hug. She lifted him slightly off the ground, spinning him around with a laugh. “I missed you so much, little man! Look how much you’ve grown!”

Jack giggled, clinging to her tightly. “I missed you too! Did you have a good Christmas?”

“I did, thank you! But I’ve been dying to hear all about yours. Tell me everything!” Y/n said, placing Jack back on the ground but keeping a hand on his shoulder as they walked inside.

As soon as they were inside and settled in the warm living room, Y/n perched on the edge of the couch, pulling Jack close. “Okay, spill the beans. What did the christkind bring you this year?”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, so many cool things! I got a new LEGO set—it’s a racing car! And then the christkind brought me a remote-controlled car that goes super fast. Dad helped me set it up, and it’s amazing!”

“Wow, that sounds awesome!” Y/n replied, her face lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. “You’ll have to show me later. What else did you get?”

Jack continued, his voice filled with joy. “Mom and Dad gave me this really cool racing jacket, just like the ones the drivers wear. And Grandma and Grandpa sent me a huge box of chocolates and a puzzle.”

Y/n smiled, imagining Jack’s excitement as he opened each gift. “It sounds like you had an amazing Christmas. Did you get to spend time with your friends too?”

Jack nodded eagerly. “Yes, we had a big Christmas party with my friends. We played games, and I even showed them my new car. Everyone loved it!”

Y/n beamed at him, her heart swelling with affection. “I’m so happy you had such a wonderful time, Jack. You deserve it. And now we get to have even more fun here in Austria!”

Jack’s smile widened. “Yes! And I have to show you the snowman I made yesterday. He’s huge!”

“I can’t wait to see him,” Y/n said, ruffling Jack’s hair affectionately. “But first, how about some hot chocolate to warm up from the cold?”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please!”

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Y/n adjusted her ski goggles and tightened the straps on her boots, standing at the base of the snowy mountain. The morning air was crisp, the sky a brilliant shade of blue, and the excitement around her was palpable. Toto, Susie, and Jack stood nearby, chatting animatedly about the upcoming run. Y/n’s stomach fluttered with nerves, but she forced a confident smile.

"You ready, Y/n?" Toto asked, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His touch was warm and reassuring, but it only amplified her internal anxiety.

"Of course," Y/n replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t told them she had never skied before, not wanting to seem out of place or disrupt the family’s plans. When Susie suggested they skip the beginner slopes and head straight for the regular ones, Y/n had nodded along, her heart pounding.

The group moved to the ski lift, and soon they were ascending the mountain. Y/n tried to soak in the stunning views of the snow-covered peaks and valleys, but her mind was racing with thoughts of the descent.

At the top, Toto and Susie skied gracefully ahead, with Jack not far behind, his small frame expertly maneuvering through the snow. Y/n took a deep breath and pushed off, immediately feeling the lack of control as her skis wobbled beneath her. She struggled to keep her balance, her arms flailing as she tried to mimic the others.

Within seconds, Y/n lost control and tumbled into the snow, her skis crossing awkwardly as she landed in an ungraceful heap. She heard Jack’s infectious laughter echoing through the air, followed by Susie and Toto chuckling as they skied back to her.

"Are you alright?" Susie asked, her eyes filled with amusement as she knelt beside Y/n, helping her untangle her skis.

"Y/n, that was quite the show," Toto teased, his tone light but caring. He reached down, pulling her to her feet with ease. His hands lingered on her arms, steadying her as she found her footing again.

Y/n dusted the snow off her jacket, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I’m fine, just…a little rusty," she said, forcing a laugh.

"You’re doing great," Susie assured her, giving Y/n a gentle squeeze around the waist. "We’ve all been there. Just take it slow and find your rhythm."

Despite their encouragement, Y/n continued to struggle. Each attempt down the slope ended in a clumsy fall, her skis going in opposite directions or getting caught in the snow. Jack’s laughter filled the air each time, and soon, even Toto and Susie couldn’t contain their mirth.

By the time they reached the bottom of the slope, Y/n was exhausted and covered in snow. She leaned on her ski poles, catching her breath as the others gathered around.

"You know," Y/n began, looking at Susie with a wry smile, "I think I’m more of a wellness and après-ski type of girl."

Susie burst into laughter, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. "I think we can arrange that. But you’ve been a trooper, and that’s what counts."

Toto grinned, patting Y/n’s back. "We’ll make a skier out of you yet. For now, let’s head to the lodge for some well-earned hot chocolate."

The next few days were a mix of laughter and determination. Y/n continued to attempt the slopes, each fall less embarrassing as she embraced the fun of it. Susie captured videos of Y/n’s failed attempts, promising to make a humorous compilation, while Y/n documented the family’s moments, snapping candid photos and behind-the-scenes clips for Susie and her Instagram.

When Jack’s ski tournament arrived, Y/n was the loudest cheerleader on the sidelines. She watched with pride as Jack raced down the slope, his technique flawless and his confidence inspiring. When he crossed the finish line first, the family erupted in cheers.

Later, back at the chalet, Y/n snapped a photo of Jack, Toto, and Susie, their arms wrapped around each other, faces glowing with pride and happiness. "For our Instagram," Y/n said, capturing the perfect shot.

Susie leaned into Y/n, showing her the video of one of her earlier falls. "This one is definitely going in the blooper reel."

Y/n laughed, playfully nudging Susie. "As long as it makes people smile."

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The moment Benedict and Rosa arrived, the atmosphere in the chalet became even more vibrant. Y/n and Jack were in the kitchen decorating cookies when they heard the car pull up outside. Jack's face lit up, and he dashed toward the door, shouting, "They're here!".

Y/n smiled, wiping her hands on a towel as she followed him to the door. She could hear excited chatter even before the door opened. As soon as Jack flung it open, Benedict and Rosa stepped inside, their faces bright with joy.

"Hey, Buddy!" Benedict laughed, lifting Jack off the ground in a bear hug.

"Hast du uns vermisst?" (Did you miss us?) he asked as he set Jack down.

"Jaaaaa!" (Yeeees!) Jack beamed, his small hands clinging to Benedict’s arm.

Jack turned to Rosa, who leaned down to give him a hug. "Ich muss euch so viel zeigen!"  (I have so much to show you!) he exclaimed excitedly.

"Wir haben dich auch vermisst, Jack," (We missed you too, Jack.) Rosa smiled warmly, her arms wrapped around him.

Y/n approached, her grin widening at the sight of the siblings’ reunion. "Schön, euch beide wiederzusehen,"  (good to see you both again.) she greeted, stepping closer.

Benedict turned to her, his face lighting up. "Y/n! Auch schön, dich zu sehen. Wie war dein Weihnachten?" (Y/n! Great to see you too. How was your Christmas?) he asked, pulling her into a quick hug.

"Es war wunderschön, danke," (It was lovely, thank you.) Y/n replied, turning to give Rosa a quick hug as well. "Aber ich habe mich darauf gefreut, euch zu sehen. Jack hat die ganze Zeit über euch gesprochen." (I’ve been looking forward to seeing you guys. Jack’s been talking about you nonstop.)

Rosa chuckled, patting Jack on the back. "Er ist der Beste. Es ist schön ein bisschen Zeit zusammen zu verbringen, bevor das neue Jahr beginnt." (He’s the best. We’re excited to spend some time together before the New Year.)

At that moment, Toto and Susie walked into the foyer, their faces brightening at the sight of the children. Toto immediately enveloped Benedict and Rosa in a warm hug.

"Willkommen, ihr beiden. Wir haben auf euch gewartet," (Welcome, you two. We’ve been waiting for you.) Toto said, his voice filled with affection.

Susie stepped forward, pulling them both into a tight embrace. "Schön das ihr es geschafft habt," she said softly. (Nice that you made it.)

The house quickly filled with laughter as they settled in, sharing stories and catching up on the past few days. Jack, ever eager for attention, tugged at Benedict and Rosa, urging them toward the backyard.

"Kommt schon, ihr müsst meinen Schneemann sehen und mein neues Auto!" (Come on, you have to see my snowman and my new car!) Jack exclaimed, pulling them along.

Y/n chuckled, following them outside. 

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The morning of New Year’s Eve dawned clear and crisp in the Austrian Alps, sunlight streaming through the large windows of the Wolff family’s chalet. Y/n stirred in her bed, the soft warmth of the covers cocooning her as she slowly opened her eyes. Jack’s laughter echoed through the hallways, a sign that the day had already begun.

Y/n stretched and got out of bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she dressed warmly in a cozy sweater and jeans, ready to face the day’s chill. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries wafted through the chalet, leading her to the kitchen.

Susie was bustling about, preparing breakfast with an ease that spoke of years of practice. “Good morning, Y/n!” she greeted with a bright smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Morning, Susie. Yes, I did, thank you,” Y/n replied, returning the smile as she reached for a cup of coffee.

Toto appeared moments later, already dressed for the day in casual yet stylish winter attire. “Good morning, Y/n,” he greeted, his voice warm and steady. “We’re heading out for some skiing today. Would you like to join us?”

Y/n hesitated, the thought of admitting her lack of skiing experience making her stomach flutter with nerves. “I think I’ll stay back and enjoy the wellness facilities today,” she said with a soft laugh, trying to keep her tone light.

Susie chuckled. “That sounds lovely. You’ll have the chalet all to yourself for a bit. It’s the perfect chance to relax.”

Y/n nodded, relieved by their understanding. “Exactly. I’ll be here to capture all the behind-the-scenes moments when you return.”

The family finished breakfast and soon departed for the slopes, leaving Y/n alone in the serene chalet. She spent the morning leisurely, enjoying the peace and quiet. After a long soak in the hot tub, she wrapped herself in a plush robe and curled up in front of the fireplace with a book. The soft crackle of the fire and the panoramic view of the snow-covered landscape created a tranquil ambiance that Y/n cherished.

In the afternoon, she set to work capturing content for their social media, preparing posts that showcased the warmth and joy of the Wolff family’s holiday. She edited photos of Jack’s excitement and Susie and Toto’s shared glances, each image filled with genuine love and happiness.

As the afternoon stretched into evening, the family returned, their cheeks flushed from the cold and their spirits high. Jack burst through the door, chattering excitedly about the slopes and his latest triumphs, his energy infectious.

“You missed some epic runs today,” Toto said, grinning at Y/n as he hung up his jacket. “But it looks like you had a pretty relaxing day yourself.”

“I did,” Y/n replied, her smile warm. “And I’m ready to help get everything set up for tonight.”

The evening unfolded in a relaxed and joyful manner. The chalet was soon filled with the scent of delicious food and the sound of laughter as friends and family arrived. Y/n flitted around, capturing moments on her phone—Jack laughing with his cousins, Toto pouring glasses of champagne, and Susie arranging the dessert table with care.

Dinner was a grand affair, filled with toasts and delicious dishes. Y/n found herself seated between Jack and Susie, the warmth of their family radiating through every shared smile and story.

The sound of the clock chiming in the distance signaled that it was almost time. "Everyone outside!" Susie called, her voice cutting through the chatter. Y/n grabbed her coat and followed the group out onto the snow-covered terrace, her breath visible in the chilly air. The clear night sky stretched above them, the stars glittering like tiny diamonds, creating a magical backdrop.

Y/n positioned herself near the edge, ready to capture the moment. Toto stood beside Susie, their arms wrapped around each other as they looked out over the valley. Jack was nearby, bouncing with excitement as the countdown began.

"Ten... nine... eight..." The crowd's voices grew louder with each second, the anticipation palpable. Y/n raised her phone, framing the scene perfectly—Susie and Toto standing together, the fireworks waiting to burst into life.

"Three... two... one... Happy New Year!" The sky erupted in color, and the first fireworks soared into the night, illuminating the world below in a cascade of vibrant lights. Y/n pressed record, capturing the awe and wonder of the moment.

She kept her focus on Susie and Toto as they turned to each other, sharing a kiss amid the glowing backdrop. It was a tender, genuine moment, filled with the love and connection they shared. Y/n smiled, feeling privileged to capture such an intimate scene.

As the fireworks continued, Susie and Toto turned their attention to Y/n, their eyes sparkling with warmth. "Come here, Y/n!" Susie called out, her voice cutting through the noise.

Y/n hesitated briefly, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t have time to think too deeply before she found herself walking toward them, her boots crunching in the snow. Toto reached out first, pulling her into a tight embrace from one side, and Susie wrapped her arms around her from the other.

"Happy New Year, Y/n!" Susie said, her voice soft but full of emotion. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n’s cheek.

"Frohes neues," Toto echoed, his lips brushing against Y/n’s other cheek. The warmth of their presence made her heart race even faster.

Y/n laughed nervously, caught between them, feeling the champagne’s warmth in her system. "Happy New Year to you too," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The embrace lingered, and before Y/n could fully register what was happening, Susie’s hand slid up to gently cup her face. Her eyes locked with Y/n’s, and without warning, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Y/n’s in a quick but unmistakable kiss.

Y/n’s breath hitched, her mind spinning. The kiss was brief, yet it left a lingering warmth that spread through her. Before she could react, Toto mirrored Susie’s action, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, fleeting kiss that sent a ripple of surprise through her.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Susie and Toto pulled back, their faces calm and smiling as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. They each gave Y/n another affectionate squeeze, their attention shifting back to the ongoing celebration and the fireworks lighting up the sky.

Y/n stood there, stunned, her lips tingling from the unexpected kisses. Her heart raced, the moment replaying in her mind on a loop. The Wolffs, however, continued to act naturally, their warmth and affection blending seamlessly with the evening’s festivities.

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The Wolff family’s New Year’s trip to Austria was already filled with warmth and laughter, but the arrival of Kimi Antonelli added an extra layer of excitement. Kimi, the new driver for Mercedes, had joined them to get to know the team a little better and immerse himself in the family-like atmosphere of the Wolffs.

Y/n had met Kimi a few times before, during his appearances in the garage or when he drove the car during practice sessions. She found him endearing—a focused, talented young man with a bright future ahead. His presence around the family felt natural, and Y/n quickly grew fond of him, seeing him as a sweet, almost kid-like presence despite his growing fame in motorsports.

“Kimi!” Jack exclaimed as soon as he saw the young driver step into the chalet. “You’re here! You can teach me all about racing now!”

Kimi chuckled, ruffling Jack’s hair. “I’ll do my best, little buddy.”

Jack immediately took to Kimi, declaring him his new best buddy, and followed him around the chalet, peppering him with endless questions about racing and cars. Y/n smiled at the sight, enjoying how quickly Jack had bonded with Kimi, almost as if he had gained a big brother overnight.

One snowy afternoon, the group decided to take a drive through the picturesque Austrian landscape. Y/n, Toto, Susie, Jack, and Kimi piled into the SUV, enjoying the serene beauty of the snow-covered mountains. Y/n loved these peaceful moments, capturing candid shots of the family for their holiday memories.

The drive was smooth until they hit a patch of deep snow, and the car got stuck. Toto tried reversing and maneuvering, but the wheels spun helplessly in place. They needed help.

“I’ll call for someone to come pull us out,” Toto said, already dialing.

While they waited, the group made the best of the situation. Jack played in the snow outside, throwing snowballs at Kimi, who good-naturedly dodged and occasionally threw one back.

Soon, help arrived, a sturdy tow truck ready to pull the car out of the snow. As they prepared to get the SUV moving, Kimi offered, “I can steer while they pull us out.”

Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Can I sit with you, Kimi? Please? I want to help!”

Kimi smiled down at Jack, ruffling his hair again. “Alright, buddy. You can sit on my lap and help me steer.”

Y/n followed them to the front seats, her heart warmed by the interaction. Jack climbed onto Kimi’s lap, his small hands on the steering wheel, looking determined. Y/n couldn’t resist filming the moment, her phone capturing every detail of Jack’s eager expression and Kimi’s patient guidance.

The tow truck began pulling the SUV out of the snow. At first, everything went smoothly, but as the car was yanked free, it jolted forward slightly faster than expected. Jack and Kimi’s eyes widened in surprise as the car lurched, their faces frozen in identical expressions of stunned amazement.

“Oh my God! Stopp Stopp” Y/n exclaimed, her heart leaping into her throat for a moment before the car steadied.

She couldn’t help but laugh nervously, watching the replay on her phone. “You two looked so scared!” she teased, showing them the video.

Kimi laughed, shaking his head. “That was unexpected. But hey, we made it.”

Jack grinned up at Kimi. “That was awesome! Can we do it again?”

“Maybe not on purpose next time,” Kimi replied, chuckling as he gave Jack a playful squeeze.

(Have alook at this cute video)

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It was a quiet evening a few days after New Year’s, and Y/n found herself lying in her cozy bed, staring at the ceiling. The chalet was peacefully silent, with everyone else having retired for the night. She had been so busy with the excitement of the holidays—Jack’s snowman, the skiing (or rather, her disaster on skis), and spending time with Toto, Susie, and the kids—that she hadn’t had a chance to truly reflect on the events of New Year’s Eve.

But now, in the stillness of the room, the memory came flooding back.

It had all happened so fast. The night had been filled with laughter, good food, and drinks flowing freely. The atmosphere was relaxed and fun, everyone in high spirits, celebrating the arrival of a new year. But then, it was the moment after the fireworks, when Susie and Toto had pulled her into their embrace. They had kissed her on both cheeks, just like they always did, but then… then it had happened. Susie, bold and playful, kissed her on the lips. It had been quick, but still enough to catch her off guard.

And then Toto… he kissed her too. His lips on hers, brief, just a few seconds, but it had left a lingering warmth in her chest.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the storm of thoughts that followed. What did it mean? What did it all mean? She had tried to brush it off at the time, not wanting to overthink it, especially with everyone else around. But now, alone in her bed, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her thoughts kept circling back to that moment, the feeling of their lips, the chemistry in the air. It wasn’t just a kiss between friends, was it?

She ran a hand over her face, letting out a slow breath. She had been with the Wolff family for over a year now, and she knew the boundaries, or at least, she thought she did. Toto and Susie had always been kind to her, supportive, and loving in a way that felt familial, but that kiss—those kisses—had blurred something. The way Susie had leaned in so confidently, the way Toto had followed suit, both of them so natural and comfortable in their touch.

Y/n sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. The more she thought about it, the more she felt confused. Had she misinterpreted their actions? It wasn’t the first time they had shown affection towards her, but that night had felt… different. It wasn’t like any of the playful touches or casual hugs they had shared before. There was something more intimate about it.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about it. After all, it wasn’t like they had said anything directly about it afterward. The night had carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They had even joked and laughed together as if the kiss had been just a part of the festivities. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that it had meant something more, something deeper.

She tried to picture Toto’s expression, his eyes, the way he’d pulled her close. He was always so protective and caring, but in that moment, there had been something else there, something she wasn’t sure she could identify.

And Susie—Susie, who was always so confident and assured in her own skin, had kissed her so boldly, as if it was just another moment to add to their friendship. But it wasn’t just any kiss, was it?

Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with herself. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, especially when things had seemed so normal afterward. But she couldn’t stop wondering if that kiss had been a sign of something more—something that might change everything.

Did it mean they were interested in her? In a way that was more than just friendship? Or was she simply overthinking it? She didn’t want to assume anything, especially not with them being so close-knit and familiar with her. But the kisses—those lingering moments—they felt different, and it left her unsure of where she stood.

She glanced over at the clock. The late hour was a reminder that she needed rest. Yet her mind wouldn’t let go. Her heart beat a little faster as she recalled the laughter from that night, the warmth of the moment, and the way their touches seemed to spark something inside her. She cared about them deeply, of course. But this? She had never expected this kind of closeness.

Y/n sighed deeply, rolling onto her side, curling into her pillow. She had always prided herself on being able to handle any situation with clarity and calm, but now, she felt unsure. She didn’t know what this meant for them, for their dynamic, or for her. Was she supposed to just ignore what happened and move on? Or was this something she needed to face, something that might change the way she viewed her relationship with Toto and Susie?

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Threes a Formula

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/n, feeling at home with Susie and Toto, cozily joins them to watch Austrian reality TV, leading to flirtatious teasing

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

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Chapter 5: Tangled in Comfort

Y/n stood at the doorway of Jack’s bedroom, softly lit by the glow of a nightlight shaped like a racing car. The room was a perfect blend of a typical seven-year-old’s chaos and the sleek sophistication of his parents’ influence. Posters of Formula 1 cars lined the walls, alongside shelves filled with books, toys, and mini racing helmets.

"Alright, Jack," Y/n called gently, entering the room. "Time to wrap up, buddy."

Jack was sprawled on his bed, flipping through the pages of a comic book. He looked up with a small pout. “Just a few more minutes, Y/n, please? I’m almost at the best part!”

Y/n smiled, sitting on the edge of his bed. “You know the deal. We’ve got a big day tomorrow, and you need your sleep if you’re going to beat me in our morning race.”

Jack grinned, his competitive spirit shining through. “I’ll win even if I stay up all night.”

“Oh, really?” Y/n teased, raising an eyebrow. “Well, I’m pretty sure I’ll be faster if I get a good night’s sleep. You don’t want me to have the advantage, do you?”

Jack sighed, closing his comic book with exaggerated reluctance. “Fine. But only because I’m going to win fair and square.”

“That’s the spirit.” Y/n reached over to ruffle his hair, which Jack half-heartedly swatted away. She stood up, pulling back the covers. “Come on, under the blanket.”

Jack scooted down and slipped under the covers, his head resting on the pillow. Y/n tucked him in snugly, making sure he was comfortable.

“Do you want me to read you a story, or are you too grown-up for that now?” she asked, knowing how Jack sometimes liked to act older than his years but secretly loved their storytime.

Jack hesitated, his pride battling with his desire for one more story. “Maybe just one,” he relented.

Y/n chuckled, picking up one of his favorite books from the bedside table. “Alright, let’s see… Ah, The Adventures of Super Jack it is.”

As she read, Y/n animated the characters, giving each one a unique voice, which made Jack giggle and forget about the earlier bedtime negotiations. By the time she reached the end of the chapter, his eyelids were drooping.

“Okay, that’s enough for tonight,” Y/n whispered, closing the book. “Time to dream about winning all those races.”

Jack yawned, snuggling deeper into his pillow. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Jack,” she replied, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. She leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his temple before turning off the bedside lamp.

As she walked toward the door, Jack’s sleepy voice stopped her. “Y/n?”

“Yes, Jack?”

“Thanks for being the best nanny ever.”

Y/n’s heart melted. “And you’re the best kid ever. Sweet dreams.”

She left the room quietly, closing the door just enough to leave a sliver of light from the hallway, ensuring he wouldn’t feel completely in the dark.

Smiling to herself, she texted Susie a quick update: Jack’s out like a light. Be there in a minute.

A few moments later, Y/n padded down the hallway, her cozy socks muffling her steps. The Wolff household had long since settled into its evening calm. As she approached Susie and Toto’s bedroom, Y/n could already hear the faint sound of the TV.

She pushed the door open and found the couple in their usual spots—Susie propped up against the headboard, remote in hand, and Toto beside her, deeply engrossed in a thick book. Both were clad in comfortable pajamas, embodying the perfect picture of domestic bliss.

Y/n had changed into her favorite loungewear set, a soft, skims ensemble that clung comfortably to her body. The top, a loose camisole, hinted at her cleavage, while the matching shorts fell mid-thigh, offering a glimpse of her long legs. Without much thought, Y/n climbed onto the bed, sliding under the blanket that Susie had already draped over herself. Nestling between the two, she positioned herself closer to Susie, leaning against her shoulder as she pulled out her phone. Susie welcomed her presence with a soft smile, absently running her fingers through Y/n’s hair in a gesture that had become second nature.

"You're just in time," Susie said, starting the next episode of Forsthaus Rampensau Season 3. The TV show was their shared guilty pleasure, a trashy Austrian reality series that had become a nightly ritual for the two women.

Toto glanced up from his book, slightly puzzled at the sight of Y/n settling so comfortably between them, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he simply returned to his reading, though his eyes flicked to the TV now and then, especially when Susie and Y/n burst into giggles.

“Hast du das gehört?” (Did you hear that?) Y/n snorted, pointing at the screen. “Was ist das überhaupt für ein Wort? Ich schwöre, das ist kein Deutsch.” (What even is that word? I swear that's not German.)

Susie chuckled, shaking her head. “Es ist wie eine ganz andere Sprache.” (It’s like another language entirely. "You Austrians really have your own thing going on, don’t you, Toto?"

Toto raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Nicht alle Österreicher sind so. Das ist Reality-TV, erinnert euch daran.” (Not all Austrians are like this. This is reality TV, remember?)

“Ja, ja,” Y/n teased, switching back to English. “Geht scheißen! (Go take a shit) That’s my favorite. How is that even a thing?”

Toto couldn’t help but laugh, despite himself. “Das ist nicht unbedingt ein Ausdruck, den wir täglich benutzen,” (That’s not exactly a phrase we use every day.) he defended, looking over his book at the two women who were practically doubled over with laughter.

“It’s just too good,” Susie added, wiping a tear from her eye. “The way they say it, it’s like the perfect insult.”

“Ihr zwei seid schrecklich,” (You two are terrible,) Toto shook his head, though he was clearly amused. “You’re making fun of my entire culture over a trashy TV show.”

“Wir machen uns nicht über Österreich lustig,”(We’re not making fun of Austria,) Y/n insisted, shifting to face him with a playful grin. “Just this very unique, very specific part of it. And you have to admit, it’s hilarious.”

Toto sighed, closing his book and placing it on the bedside table. “Gut, ich gebe zu, es ist…unterhaltsam. Aber ich behaupte immer noch, es ist nicht repräsentativ.” (Fine, I’ll admit it’s…entertaining. But I still maintain it’s not representative.)

“Natürlich nicht,” (Of course not,) Susie said, smoothing Y/n’s hair as she leaned into her touch.

Toto watched them, his expression softening. There was something about the way Susie gently stroked Y/n’s hair, the way Y/n fit so naturally into their space, that stirred a flicker of jealousy. Not because he felt excluded, but because of the effortless intimacy they shared.

He cleared his throat, drawing their attention. “Wenn du weiterhin so an Susie lehnst, Y/n, werde ich vielleicht eifersüchtig.” (If you keep leaning on Susie like that, Y/n, I might get jealous.)

“Oh, wirklich?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, switching back to English. “What are you going to do about it, big guy?”

Toto smirked, leaning over to poke her side playfully. “I might just have to reclaim my wife.”

Susie laughed, pushing Toto’s hand away gently. “Calm down. There’s plenty of me to go around.”

Y/n grinned, settling back into her spot. “Exactly. Now, hush.”

As the show continued, Toto absently placed his hand on Y/n’s leg, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her skin. The gesture was unconscious, yet it made Y/n shiver slightly, though she didn’t pull away. She was too engrossed in the chaotic antics on the screen.

Noticing Toto’s touch, Y/n shot him a sly smile. “Bist du sicher, dass du nicht eifersüchtig bist, Toto?” (Are you sure you’re not jealous, Toto?)

Toto leaned in slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Vielleicht ein bisschen. Aber nur, weil du Susie mehr Aufmerksamkeit schenkst als mir.” (Maybe a little. But only because you’re giving Susie more attention than me.)

Y/n laughed, her hand playfully brushing against his arm. “Oh, armer Toto. Fühlst du dich vernachlässigt?” (Oh, poor Toto. Are you feeling neglected?)

He chuckled, squeezing her leg gently. “Vielleicht ein bisschen. Aber ich glaube, ich kann das überleben.” (Maybe a little. But I think I can survive it.)

Susie rolled her eyes, but her smile was fond. “Ihr zwei seid unmöglich.” (You two are impossible.)

Toto and Y/n exchanged a glance ______________________________________________________________

As the episode wrapped up and the credits rolled, Y/n stretched lazily, a satisfied smile on her face. "I’m going to grab some snacks. You two want anything specific?"

Susie shook her head, still chuckling from the show. "Anything you find is fine."

Toto nodded, his eyes flicking briefly from Y/n's face to the television. "Ja, danke, Y/n." (Yes, thank you, Y/n.)

Y/n smiled, then shifted to get out of bed. But instead of just sliding out, she straddled Susie briefly, her knees on either side of Susie’s thighs. The motion was fluid and casual, but it left Susie momentarily breathless and Toto stunned. Y/n’s loose camisole dipped forward, giving an even more tantalizing view of her cleavage, while her shorts rode up slightly, revealing more of her smooth legs.

Susie blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but she quickly recovered, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. Y/n, oblivious to the effect she had just caused, climbed off Susie and walked toward the door, her loungewear swaying softly with each step. Toto’s gaze involuntarily followed her, his book forgotten on his lap.

It wasn’t until Y/n disappeared into the hallway that Toto realized he’d been staring. He cleared his throat, shifting in bed, suddenly acutely aware of the situation. His voice was low, almost hesitant. "Susie, wir müssen darüber reden. Was passiert hier gerade?" (Susie, we need to talk about this. What’s happening right now?)

Susie, still amused by Y/n’s exit, turned to face him. “What do you mean, darling?”

Toto gestured to the now-empty spot on the bed where Y/n had been. "Das. Y/n ist... (This. Y/n is… ) "she’s very comfortable here, isn’t she? And I just saw what she’s wearing."

Susie smiled knowingly, her fingers still idly playing with the edge of the blanket. "Ah, that’s what you mean. Yes, she’s comfortable. And she feels at home here, which is good, don’t you think?"

Toto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Ja, natürlich. (Yes, of course.) "But it’s… different. I mean, she’s not just our nanny. She’s here, in our bed, in… that outfit, and… well, what she just did."

Susie leaned in closer, her voice soft but firm. "You’re worried because it’s not just platonic, aren’t you?"

Toto hesitated before nodding slowly. "Ja. (Yes.) And I feel like we need to clarify something before it… gets complicated."

Susie reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Toto, we’re all adults here. I think we just need to be open about how we feel. I sense that Y/n is as drawn to us as we are to her. And that’s nothing to be afraid of."

Toto exhaled deeply, his thumb brushing over Susie’s hand. "Vielleicht hast du recht. (Maybe you’re right.) But we should be careful how we handle this."

Susie smiled reassuringly. "Of course. Step by step, darling. Let’s just see how the evening progresses."

Just then, Y/n returned with a bowl of popcorn and a mischievous smile. "Got the goods! Hope you’re ready for round two."

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As the second episode came to a close, Y/n let out a soft yawn, her eyelids growing heavy. She snuggled deeper into the bed, her head resting against Susie’s shoulder. "I think I’m done for the night," she murmured sleepily, her voice barely above a whisper.

Susie chuckled softly, running her fingers through Y/n’s hair absentmindedly. "You’re really making yourself at home here, aren’t you?"

Y/n smiled faintly, her eyes already half-closed. "It’s just so comfortable... and I’m too tired to move."

Toto, still holding his book, glanced over at them. "Willst du nicht in dein eigenes Bett gehen?" (Don’t you want to go to your own bed?)

Y/n shook her head slowly, snuggling even closer to Susie. "I’m already half asleep... I’ll just stay here. It’s cozy with you two."

Susie grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. "Well, if you insist. But you’ll have to deal with Toto’s snoring."

"I don’t snore," Toto retorted, a teasing glint in his eye.

Y/n opened one eye, peeking at him with a sleepy smile. "That’s okay. I’m too tired to care."

Toto couldn’t help but chuckle, setting his book aside. "Okay, but if you’re staying, you might as well make yourself comfortable."

Y/n shifted slightly, tucking herself under the blanket more securely, her body pressing gently against Susie. "Already am," she whispered, her voice fading as sleep began to take over.

Susie glanced at Toto, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like we have a new permanent fixture in our bed."

Toto smiled softly, watching Y/n as she drifted off. "Ja, sieht so aus." (Yes, it seems so.) He reached over, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/n’s face, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

As the room settled into a peaceful quiet, Toto and Susie exchanged a look, a shared understanding passing between them. They both knew this moment was the start of something new, something they would need to navigate carefully, but for now, they were content to let Y/n rest, wrapped in the warmth of their presence.

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: During a high-energy race weekend, Y/n, beloved in the paddock for her behind-the-scenes content and a lively interviews, captures the attention of both fans and the Wolff family as Mercedes clinches a 1-2 finish; celebrations unfold and emotions run high.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.5

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Chapter 4: A Place to Belong

The hum of engines filled the air as the pre-race buzz intensified on the grid. Y/n, dressed in a chic Mercedes jacket paired with white sneakers, was soaking in the atmosphere, her smile as radiant as the morning sun. She had been a regular face in the paddock for over a year now, capturing behind-the-scenes moments and supporting the Wolff family with her charm and warmth.

On her hip sat little Jack Wolff, his miniature Mercedes cap slightly askew as he clutched his favorite toy race car. He was taking it all in with wide, curious eyes, his other arm wrapped securely around Y/n’s neck.

As Y/n paused to take a quick picture for her social media, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Ah, there they are—Y/n L/n and the youngest Wolff himself!”

Turning around, Y/n found herself face-to-face with Martin Brundle, his microphone at the ready and a cheeky grin on his face. Susie, just a few steps behind, waved warmly, clearly heading their way.

“Oh, no,” Y/n laughed, holding up her free hand in mock protest while steadying Jack with the other. “You’ve caught me off guard, Martin!”

“Caught off guard? Never! You look ready for the spotlight,” Martin quipped. “Mind if I steal a moment of your time for a quick chat?”

Y/n hesitated, glancing at Susie, who gave her an encouraging nod before stepping up beside her.

“Why not?” Y/n said finally, adjusting Jack’s cap with a soft smile. “I suppose it’s my turn now.”

Martin’s grin widened. “Perfect! Now, Y/n, you’ve been a bit of a sensation since you joined the Wolff family. Tell me, how did you end up in this whirlwind world of F1?”

Y/n chuckled. “It’s been quite the journey, honestly. I applied for a nanny position, thinking I’d just help out with Jack, and somehow I ended up here—traveling to races, meeting incredible people, and being thrown into the deep end of motorsport. I didn’t expect it, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“And you’ve become a fan favorite, might I add,” Martin continued. “Your behind-the-scenes content has given fans a unique perspective on the Wolffs and life in the paddock. What’s been your favorite moment so far?”

She paused, bouncing Jack slightly as he started fiddling with her jacket zipper. “That’s a tough one. I think it’s the little things, honestly. Watching Jack light up when Lewis or George takes a moment to say hello, or seeing Toto and Susie celebrate a win together—it reminds me that this sport is about people, not just cars and races.”

“Well said,” Martin replied, clearly impressed. “And speaking of inspiring moments, Susie, I can’t let you slip away without a word about F1 Academy. You’ve been championing it passionately—how’s the journey going?”

Susie stepped closer, her confidence radiating. “It’s been incredible, Martin. F1 Academy is about opening doors for young female drivers and showing the world their talent and determination. Today, we’re focusing on visibility—getting people talking, watching, and supporting these amazing athletes. It’s more than a race; it’s a movement, and I’m so proud to be part of it.”

Martin nodded approvingly. “A fantastic initiative. And Y/n, I hear you’ve been doing your part to keep the Wolff household well-fed. Is there a secret to winning over a team principal?”

Y/n laughed, her cheeks flushing as Jack giggled on her hip. “If there is, I haven’t figured it out yet! But I will say, Toto does have a sweet tooth, so I might have bribed him with a few batches of cookies here and there.”

“I think you’ve just revealed Toto’s weakness to the world,” Martin teased, making the crowd around them chuckle.

“Oops,” Y/n joked, pretending to zip her lips.

As the interview wrapped up, Martin leaned in conspiratorially. “Last question—if you had to pick a driver to support on race day, who would it be?”

Y/n smiled slyly. “Now, Martin, you’re not getting me into trouble with that one. I support the team, always.”

“Well dodged,” he said, shaking his head with a laugh. “Y/n L/n and Susie Wolff, everyone—a dynamic duo and paddock favorites. And, of course, let’s not forget Jack!”

Jack grinned and waved his toy car at the camera, earning a round of “aww”s from those nearby.

As Martin moved on to his next target, Y/n exhaled in relief, a playful grin still on her face. From the garage, Toto caught her eye, giving her a small thumbs-up, and Susie leaned in with a wink.

“Not bad for your first grid interview,” Susie whispered.

“Not bad at all,” Y/n murmured, bouncing Jack on her hip.

As Y/n and Susie strolled further down the grid, the energy around them buzzed with excitement. Team members and drivers mingled, cameras flashed, and engines roared to life in the background. Jack wiggled on Y/n’s hip, pointing toward one of the Mercedes cars parked in its slot.

“Look, Y/n! Uncle Lewis’s car!” he exclaimed, his voice full of awe.

Y/n smiled at Jack's enthusiasm. “You have a good eye, buddy. Should we go say hi if he’s around?”

Susie chuckled. “I’m sure Lewis won’t mind his biggest fan dropping by for a visit.”

As they approached the garage, Lewis appeared, stepping out from a conversation with his engineers. Dressed in his race suit and sporting his signature sunglasses, he spotted Jack immediately. A broad smile spread across his face as he walked over.

“Jack! My man!” Lewis crouched down to Jack’s level, ruffling his hair gently. “Ready to watch me race today?”

Jack nodded excitedly, holding up his toy car. “I’m gonna race, too, one day! Like you!”

“I believe it,” Lewis replied warmly, giving him a fist bump. He glanced up at Y/n. “And Y/n, you’re holding down the fort, as always.”

“Trying my best,” she teased. “Though this one keeps me on my toes.”

“Sounds familiar,” Toto’s voice interjected, drawing their attention. He approached with his usual commanding presence, though his expression softened as he looked at Y/n and Jack. “Am I interrupting?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“Not at all,” Lewis replied, standing. “But I think Jack’s stealing all the attention on the grid today. Watch out, Toto—he might be gunning for my job next.”

Toto laughed, reaching over to straighten Jack’s cap. “If he wants it, he’ll have to fight you for it. How’s my little troublemaker doing?”

“Good!” Jack said, wriggling to be held by his father. Toto took him with ease, holding him close. Jack leaned into Toto’s shoulder, clearly comfortable.

Y/n stepped back slightly, brushing her hands together as she smiled at the scene. She caught Lewis’s eye, and he gave her a knowing look.

“Cute family moment,” he said under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed, but she quickly brushed it off. “It’s a team effort,” she replied, her voice light.

Before Lewis could respond, George Russell approached, his helmet in hand. “Are we having a family reunion over here?” he joked, nodding at the group.

“Just making sure Jack doesn’t upstage us all,” Y/n quipped, earning a laugh from George.

The conversation continued for a few minutes, with Y/n seamlessly navigating the playful banter between Lewis, George, and Toto. Susie, standing nearby, watched with an amused smile, clearly enjoying the dynamic.

As the drivers were called away for final preparations, Toto turned to Y/n, his expression softening. “Thanks for keeping him entertained. It’s not easy being on the grid with so much going on.”

Y/n shrugged, her smile warm. “He’s a natural. Besides, it’s all part of the job, right? Besides I had practiced by now. i know how this goes.” She smiles over to him.

Toto hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on her. “You do far more than just the job, Y/n. Susie and I both see that.”

Susie stepped up, nodding in agreement. “He’s right. We couldn’t ask for anyone better to be part of this crazy life with us.”

The sincerity in their words caught Y/n off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice almost lost amidst the roar of the engines.

Toto gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Now, let’s find your spot to watch the race. Jack needs to cheer extra loud today.”

As the group made their way to the Mercedes hospitality suite, Y/n couldn’t shake the warmth spreading through her chest.

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The hospitality suite buzzed with energy as Y/n, Susie, and Jack settled in to watch the race. Y/n had her phone out, snapping candid shots of Jack playing with his toy car and the gorgeous view of the circuit below. She posted a photo of Jack pointing to the track with the caption: Our little race strategist in the making.

“Alright, Jack,” Y/n said with a grin. “How about we do one of those TikTok trends while we wait for the lights out?”

Jack’s face lit up, and Susie laughed. “You and your trends, Y/n. What’s on the menu this time?”

“I’m thinking something fun and easy. Maybe the ‘This or That’ filter?” Y/n said, already pulling up the app. She positioned Jack in front of her phone’s camera while Susie leaned in, both of them laughing as Jack tried to mimic the moves Y/n showed him.

“Okay, ready? Smile for the start!” Y/n instructed as the filter began, asking questions like ‘Hot weather or cold weather?’ and ‘Speed or strategy?’. Jack’s exaggerated expressions and Susie’s playful answers made the video a hit even before she posted it.

After recording, Y/n edited a short clip for Instagram, captioning it: Race day fun with the Wolff crew—Jack’s taking his job as chief strategist very seriously!

As the race began, Toto was entirely in his zone. His eyes were glued to the screens, his headset on, giving rapid-fire instructions to the team. The tension in the room rose with every lap, but Y/n, Susie, and Jack stayed relaxed, cheering for Lewis and George as they climbed through the field.

Y/n found herself snapping more photos for her Story: Jack eating a snack while watching the race, Susie’s proud smile as Mercedes pulled ahead, and a shot of the circuit glowing under the bright afternoon sun. The final caption read: Electric vibes today! Let’s go, Mercedes!

The race reached its thrilling conclusion with a spectacular 1-2 finish for Mercedes, Lewis taking the win and George securing second. The room erupted into cheers, and Jack jumped up and down with excitement, his tiny hands clapping wildly.

“Papa’s team did it!” Jack exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he hugged Y/n.

“They sure did, buddy!” Y/n said, scooping him up as Susie joined in the celebration.

Moments later, Toto stormed into the suite, his usual composed demeanor replaced by pure, unfiltered joy. His grin was wide, his eyes shining as he made a beeline for his family. He embraced Susie tightly before turning to Jack and lifting him high into the air.

“You saw that, didn’t you, my boy?” Toto said, his voice thick with pride. Jack giggled and nodded enthusiastically.

Then Toto’s attention shifted to Y/n. Without hesitation, he pulled her into the hug, wrapping one arm securely around her shoulders. Y/n froze for a second, caught off guard by the closeness. But the warmth and energy of the moment swept her up, and she relaxed, smiling as Toto held all of them together.

When the crowd’s focus shifted elsewhere—toward Lewis and George celebrating on the podium—Toto’s hand lingered on Y/n’s back, sliding slightly lower than appropriate. She stiffened, her heart skipping a beat, unsure if it was accidental or intentional.

It took her a moment to process what was happening. When Toto’s grip tightened slightly, his fingers resting just on the curve of her waist, a wave of heat rushed through her. She glanced up, meeting his gaze. His expression remained calm, though there was an unmistakable flicker of something in his eyes—something Y/n wasn’t sure how to interpret.

Despite the shock, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let herself lean into his embrace, her thoughts racing. The contact felt…nice, comforting even. It wasn’t until Susie called out to Toto, teasing him about hogging the family moment, that he finally released her, his hand returning to a more appropriate position.

As the podium celebration began and champagne sprayed across the stage, Y/n couldn’t help but steal a glance at Toto. He was back to his composed self, congratulating the team with his usual poise. But the lingering touch stayed with her, and she found herself wondering what it meant.

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As the celebrations continued into the evening, the Mercedes hospitality area transformed into a hub of elation. Y/n captured the essence of the moment through her phone, snapping candid photos and videos for her Instagram.

One post featured George and Lewis spraying champagne at each other in the garage, the caption reading: This team knows how to win in style. Another showed Jack sitting proudly on Toto’s shoulders, holding a miniature trophy replica while Y/n wrote: Our little champ stole the spotlight!

By the time the post-race buzz began to fade, Susie approached Y/n with a soft smile. “You’ve been amazing today, Y/n. Thank you for keeping Jack entertained—and us, honestly,” she said with a laugh. “Toto and I are heading out with the team to celebrate. Do you mind staying back with Jack?”

“Of course not,” Y/n replied, adjusting Jack’s hat as he clutched her hand. “We’ll have our own little party, won’t we, Jack?”

“Yeah! Pizza and cartoons!” Jack said excitedly, making Y/n laugh.

“Perfect plan,” she agreed. Susie gave her a grateful nod before leaving to join Toto, who was already rounding up the team for drinks.

Back at the suite, Y/n and Jack settled into a cozy routine. After ordering room service, they shared a small pizza, Jack delighting in picking off all the olives while Y/n laughed at his antics. She recorded a short video of him spinning in circles, his arms stretched out as he pretended to be a race car. The caption read: Driver of the day: Jack Wolff!

Once dinner was over, Y/n got Jack into his pajamas, reading him a bedtime story about a brave little boy who dreamed of becoming a race car driver. His eyelids grew heavier with each word, and soon he was fast asleep, snuggled against his favorite stuffed animal.

Y/n quietly tidied up and sat on the balcony for a moment, letting the cool night air wash over her. The city lights sparkled in the distance, and the faint sounds of laughter from the team’s celebration reached her ears. ______________________________________________________________

It was past midnight when the door to the suite opened, and Susie and Toto stumbled in, laughter spilling out into the quiet space. Y/n looked up from the kitchen counter, surprised to see the usually composed duo completely drunk and far more relaxed than she had ever seen them.

“Toto, shh!” Susie whispered—though it was anything but quiet—pressing a finger to his lips while she tried to stifle her giggles. “Jack’s asleep!”

Toto’s grin widened as he stumbled slightly, catching himself against the doorframe. “Right. Quiet. Like ninjas,” he said in a mock-serious tone, which only made Susie laugh harder.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “Looks like you two had a fun night.”

“It was amazing!” Susie declared, her cheeks flushed as she sauntered over to Y/n, draping an arm around her shoulders with far less reserve than usual. “Everyone’s on top of the world. Y/n, you should’ve been there. We missed you.”

“You’re too kind,” Y/n replied softly, steadying Susie as she leaned into her. “I had my own party here with Jack—pizza, cartoons, and a bedtime story.”

“And you made it all look effortless,” Susie said, her voice dropping into something more intimate, her gaze lingering on Y/n’s face. “You’re incredible. We don’t deserve you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Toto added, his deep voice drawing Y/n’s attention. He stood just behind Susie, his tall frame leaning against the counter, watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “I knew from the moment we hired you that you were special.”

Y/n’s cheeks burned under the weight of his stare, but before she could respond, Susie turned her fully toward her, both hands gripping Y/n’s arms gently. “We love you, you know that, right?” Susie’s words were slightly slurred, but her sincerity shone through.

Y/n smiled, though her heart pounded in her chest. “I love you guys too.”

Susie’s smile deepened as she stepped closer, her hands sliding down Y/n’s arms. “No, I mean, we really love you,” she murmured, her tone low, her eyes flickering between Y/n’s lips and her own hand, now brushing Y/n’s waist.

Y/n barely had time to process Susie’s words before Toto closed the distance, his towering presence engulfing the space. “She’s not just amazing,” Toto said, his voice lower now, almost a growl. He reached out, his hand brushing the side of Y/n’s neck. “She’s… everything.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as Toto’s thumb lingered against her skin. Susie stepped in closer, her fingers lightly tracing Y/n’s waist, her expression soft yet filled with desire. The air between them was thick, charged with an electricity Y/n had never felt before.

Susie leaned in first, her lips grazing Y/n’s cheek before moving lower toward the corner of her mouth. “You’ve been so good to us,” she whispered. “We want to be good to you too.”

Toto’s hand slid to the small of Y/n’s back, pulling her closer to him. His lips were near her ear as he murmured, “Tell us if this is too much, Y/n. We’ll stop.” ______________________________________________________________ @pand-de-pandora-blog @wonderwolffs @laura-naruto-fan1998 @strangegirl974 @totothewolff @xoscar03 @noooway555 @myescapefromthislife @omgsuperstarg @laur2608 @bisexual-babygirl-mj @cherry-piee @jkdaddy01

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/n, having been with the Wolff family for two months, embarks on her first race weekend, where she bonds with Jack, enjoys the camaraderie of the paddock, and develops a friendly rapport with Lewis Hamilton while being supported by Toto and Susie. And after a year if working for the Wolffs, Y/n enjoys a summer vacation on their yacht, where she experiences subtle flirtation and affectionate gestures from Toto and Susie, leading her to question their intentions while developing a deeper bond

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

AN: I know you all had to wait too long for this but here it is. Also, I decided no more social media Post because it takes way too long to create

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.4 Ch.5

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Chapter 3: A Race and the beginning of something different

Y/n had been with the Wolff family for two months now, and while she’d grown accustomed to life in their Monaco home and her daily routine with Jack, this weekend was something new—her very first race weekend. The sun was shining brightly over the paddock as she held Jack’s hand, both of them walking excitedly through the bustling atmosphere. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest. She had seen glimpses of the motorsport world on Netflix, but now she was right in the thick of it. The buzz of the engines, the chatter of team members, and the vibrant energy that filled the air was intoxicating.

Toto and Susie were already engrossed in their responsibilities. Susie had waved a quick goodbye, saying she would catch up with Y/n and Jack later, while Toto kissed Jack’s head and gave Y/n a reassuring smile before heading toward the Mercedes garage. "If you need anything, just call," he reminded her, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Y/n smiled and nodded, feeling the warmth of his touch. "Don’t worry, Toto. Jack and I will be fine. We’ll just explore for a bit."

Jack, holding Y/n's hand tightly, looked up at her with excitement. "Are we gonna see Lewis today?"

Y/n chuckled at his eagerness. "I think we might, little man. But remember, Lewis is working, so we can’t bother him too much."

As they made their way toward the hospitality suite, Y/n was greeted with polite smiles and nods from various team members and guests, who were clearly accustomed to the Wolff family’s presence. She felt a little self-conscious but kept her focus on Jack, who was bubbling with excitement and pointing out everything around him—the cars being wheeled into the garages, the engineers huddled over data screens, and the bustling media crews.

It wasn’t long before they ran into Lewis Hamilton. Dressed in his distinctive race weekend style, Lewis spotted them first. His face lit up instantly when he saw Jack bouncing on his toes and Y/n beside him. "Hey, my little man!" Lewis grinned, crouching down to greet Jack with a playful fist bump. "You excited for the race?"

Jack beamed. "Yeah! I can't wait to see you win, Lewis!"

Lewis laughed and ruffled Jack’s hair before turning his attention to Y/n. "And you must be Y/n," he said, standing up and extending a hand. "I’ve heard a lot about you. Finally, we meet!"

Y/n took his hand, feeling the warmth and friendliness radiating from him. "Nice to meet you too, Lewis. Jack talks about you all the time."

Lewis winked at Jack. "Does he now? Well, I better not disappoint, huh?"

Y/n chuckled, instantly feeling at ease around him. There was something about Lewis that was disarming, like they had been friends for years. He had a natural charisma that made her feel welcome, even in the high-octane, intense world of Formula 1. "I’m just trying to keep up with this little guy. He's the expert around here," she joked, squeezing Jack's hand playfully.

Lewis grinned and motioned toward the Mercedes garage. "Well, if you two need any tips on how things work around here, just let me know. I'll be your guide."

Y/n smiled, appreciating the gesture. "Thanks, I might take you up on that. It’s all a bit overwhelming for my first race weekend."

"You’ll get the hang of it," Lewis assured her. "And don’t worry, you’ve got this one," he said, nodding toward Jack, "to show you the ropes."

As they continued through the paddock, Y/n couldn’t help but notice how many people stopped to greet Lewis, many of them nodding or waving to her as well. Each time someone approached, Lewis made a point of introducing her. "This is Y/n, she’s with the Wolff family," he’d say, and she was met with warm smiles and welcoming words. She had never expected to feel so included in such a high-profile environment.

A little while later, they made their way to the Mercedes hospitality area. Y/n guided Jack toward a quieter corner where they could grab some snacks and drinks. As they sat down, Jack happily munching on a sandwich, she caught sight of Toto and Susie again. Both of them waved, and Susie quickly made her way over.

"How are you two doing?" Susie asked, her hand lightly resting on Y/n's back as she leaned in to check on Jack. "Everything alright?"

Y/n smiled and nodded. "We’re great. Jack’s been telling me all about the cars, and Lewis just gave us a mini-tour of the paddock."

Susie smiled warmly, squeezing Y/n’s arm. "Lewis is a sweetheart, isn’t he? Always so good with Jack."

"He really is," Y/n agreed. "He made me feel welcome right away."

Toto joined them shortly after, looking slightly stressed but still managing a smile. "Is everything okay?" he asked, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

Y/n couldn’t help but notice how much they both checked in on her. It was sweet, and she appreciated it more than she could say. "Everything's perfect," she reassured him. "You two have nothing to worry about. Jack and I are having a great time."

Toto nodded, looking relieved. "Good. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask."

As the day continued, Y/n and Jack explored the paddock even more. They ran into other drivers, who all seemed to adore Jack’s enthusiasm. George Russell stopped by to chat with them briefly, commenting on how Jack looked like he might be the next big racer. "You’re going to be taking my seat in a few years, huh, Jack?" George teased, making Jack giggle.

Y/n found herself laughing along with them, the playful banter making her feel even more at ease. The dynamic between her and the drivers was natural and fun, especially with Lewis, who kept checking in on her whenever they crossed paths.

At one point, while Jack was busy talking to one of the mechanics, Lewis leaned in slightly and said, "I can see why Toto and Susie speak so highly of you. You’re great with Jack."

Y/n felt a warm blush creep up her cheeks. "Thank you, that means a lot."

Lewis grinned. "We’re all a big family here, so if you ever need anything, just shout. You’ve got a whole paddock looking out for you now."

The day was full of new experiences, but despite the high-energy atmosphere, Y/n never felt overwhelmed. Everyone was kind, and Jack’s infectious excitement made the long day feel light and fun. She was starting to understand what Susie and Toto meant when they talked about the family-like environment within the team.

Later in the afternoon, as the sun began to set and the paddock started to wind down for the day, Y/n found herself back in the Mercedes hospitality area, sipping on a cold drink while Jack played with a toy car. Lewis, George, and even a few other drivers and team members wandered in and out, sharing stories and laughter.

As they sat together, Toto and Susie rejoined them, both finally able to relax after their hectic day. Susie placed a gentle hand on Y/n’s shoulder again. "You did great today, Y/n. I hope it wasn’t too much for your first race."

Y/n smiled, feeling a deep sense of belonging. "It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience."

Toto nodded, his expression softening. "We’re glad to have you with us. And Jack," he added, glancing at his son, who was now pretending to race his toy car on the floor, "looks like he’s had the time of his life."

Y/n chuckled, watching Jack with a fond smile. "He sure has. And so have I."

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Y/n had been with the Wolff family for over a year, effortlessly integrating into their lives. Her culinary skills and nurturing nature made her a beloved member of the household, particularly for Jack, who adored her like a second mom. Yet, it was during this summer vacation on the yacht that the lines of their relationship began to blur, revealing a more intimate dynamic between her and Toto and Susie.

Even before summer, there had been moments—small, seemingly innocent gestures that lingered longer than necessary. For instance, one evening while cooking dinner together, Toto had leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear as he reached past her to grab an ingredient. The warmth of his body against hers had sent a shiver down her spine. When he had turned to face her, their eyes met, and for a fleeting second, Y/n felt a rush of electricity between them. She had quickly brushed it off, convincing herself that he was just being friendly.

During another late-night movie marathon, Y/n found herself sitting on the couch next to Toto, who had casually rested his arm on the back of the sofa. Every time Y/n leaned back, her shoulder brushed against his, a seemingly innocent act that ignited a tension she hadn’t anticipated. As she chuckled at a joke, she felt his fingers gently graze her arm, a light touch that lingered too long to be considered accidental. Y/n had laughed it off, but the butterflies in her stomach told her otherwise. Were they flirting, or was it simply her imagination?

As the summer vacation unfolded, the Wolffs had set sail on their luxurious yacht, diving into a world of sun-soaked days and endless laughter. Y/n and Jack spent their mornings engaged in water sports, the two of them laughing and splashing about in the ocean. They would race jet skis, play in the waves, and build sandcastles on the beach, their giggles echoing in the salty air.

Meanwhile, Susie and Toto often shared knowing looks as they watched Y/n interact with Jack. Their casual conversations held double meanings, their smiles laden with something unsaid. “She’s incredible with him, isn’t she?” Toto remarked one afternoon, his gaze fixed on Y/n as she knelt on the deck, demonstrating how to throw a frisbee.

“Absolutely,” Susie replied, her tone playful yet thoughtful. “She’s a natural. I’ve never seen Jack so happy.” There was a glimmer in her eye, an awareness that suggested Susie was recognizing Y/n’s growing influence within their family.

“I just love the way she brings out the best in him,” Toto continued, his eyes softened as he watched Y/n toss the frisbee into the air with Jack squealing in delight. “It’s like she’s made for this.”

Susie chuckled, a hint of mischief in her voice. “You’re not the only one who’s taken notice, Toto. Everyone adores her. But I think she might need a little more attention from us, don’t you?”

As the days drifted into a sun-drenched haze, the subtle advances began to intensify. One afternoon, while lounging on deck, Y/n leaned over the railing, gazing out at the horizon. Toto, sitting nearby, shifted closer, letting his knee brush against hers. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

“Just how beautiful it is out here,” she replied, glancing sideways. But her heart raced when she felt his hand rest gently on her thigh for a brief moment before he withdrew it. It felt casual yet intimate, leaving Y/n questioning whether it was a friendly gesture or something more.

On another occasion, as they prepared for dinner, Y/n asked Susie to help her with the presentation of the meal. As they arranged the plates, Susie stood close, her hip brushing against Y/n’s as she leaned in to whisper a suggestion. “You’re doing such a fantastic job. Everyone loves your cooking,” she said, her hand resting on Y/n’s back, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

Y/n felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she replied, “Thanks, Susie! I’m just trying to make sure everyone has a great time.” Her heart fluttered with a mixture of joy and confusion. Was it her imagination, or was Susie flirting with her too?

Later that evening, as they gathered for a group photo, Y/n felt Susie’s hand slide to her lower back, guiding her into position. It was a gesture so light yet filled with an unmistakable warmth. Y/n posed beside Susie, their smiles bright for the camera, but Y/n’s mind raced. The way Susie's hand rested against her skin felt charged with an energy that made her stomach flip.

“Okay, let’s capture this moment!” Toto said, clicking away with his camera, a proud smile on his face as he glanced between the two women. “You both look stunning.”

As they reviewed the photos later, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling of being caught in a delicate dance of affection. She tried to convince herself that she was reading too much into the touches and glances shared with Toto and Susie. But deep down, she relished the attention and the way they made her feel special.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the yacht as Y/n adjusted her bikini top, feeling the soft breeze brush against her tanned skin. It was one of those perfect summer days, the kind that made everything feel vibrant and alive. With her skin glistening from the sun and the ocean waves lapping gently at the hull, she couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment.

“Hey, Susie!” Y/n called out, her voice playful as she spotted Susie lounging nearby with a cocktail in hand. “Could you take some pictures of me for my Instagram? I want to get some good shots with this view!”

Susie’s eyes lit up with excitement as she set her drink down. “Of course! I’d love to help you out!” She rose, her own bikini accentuating her fit figure as she joined Y/n near the railing, the sea stretching out behind them like a brilliant blue canvas.

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got,” Susie said, a mischievous smile on her face. “I know just the poses to make you look amazing. You ready?”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “I’m ready! Just promise me you’ll make me look good. You’re the only one who can do it. Toto tries, but he’s hopeless with the phone!”

“Right? He’s definitely more suited for the track than behind a camera,” Susie replied, chuckling as she positioned herself to get the best angle. “All right, let’s start with a classic. Put one hand on your hip, and tilt your head slightly.”

Y/n followed Susie’s instructions, her confidence building with each click of the camera. As she posed, Susie moved around her, adjusting the angle and lighting, encouraging her with playful commentary. “That’s it! Now give me a little smile, but not too much. You want to look effortlessly beautiful.”

With each pose, Y/n felt a rush of joy and empowerment. She struck a few more playful poses, laughing at Susie’s enthusiastic direction. “You know, I could get used to this! You’re like my personal photographer!”

“Exactly! Just don’t ask Toto; he might take a picture of the ocean instead of you!” Susie replied, both of them bursting into laughter as Y/n struck a particularly exaggerated pose, pretending to act like a model.

In the background, Toto leaned casually against the railing, arms crossed, a broad smile plastered on his face as he watched the two women. The sunlight highlighted the warmth in his gaze as he took in Y/n’s playful energy and confidence. Each pose was met with a light chuckle from him, enjoying the spectacle that unfolded before him.

“Isn’t she looking stunning, Susie?” he called out, breaking into their laughter. “I might need to hire you as a full-time photographer! Those are some serious modeling skills right there!”

Y/n turned, her cheeks flushing at the compliment as she struck a more serious pose, hand on her hip and chin raised, all the while pretending to be the ultimate supermodel. “What do you think? Is this good?”

“Very good! But let’s try to make it look more natural,” Susie said, waving her hands animatedly. “Now, Y/n, give me a fun, candid laugh like you just heard the best joke ever!”

Y/n burst into genuine laughter, the kind that brightened her eyes and made her heart feel light. “This is the best shoot ever!” she exclaimed, not noticing how Toto leaned in closer, captivated by her joy.

Susie clicked away, each snap capturing Y/n’s carefree spirit against the backdrop of shimmering water and sun-kissed skin. Y/n felt liberated, her insecurities washed away by the warm sun and laughter. And as Susie guided her into another pose, Y/n couldn’t help but feel like this moment was more than just a photo shoot; it was a glimpse into a world where she felt loved and accepted.

Toto’s laughter echoed behind them, blending with the sounds of the ocean, as he chimed in, “Let me know when you want me to jump in the shot, but I can’t guarantee I won’t steal the spotlight!”

Y/n grinned at the playful banter, her heart fluttering at the attention. “I think you’ll just add to my gorgeousness, Toto!” she teased, striking a dramatic pose that made Susie laugh even harder.

As they wrapped up the mini photo shoot, Y/n felt a warmth that went beyond the sun on her skin. There was something intoxicating about being the center of attention, especially with both Susie and Toto so engaged in her joy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something deeper in their gazes than mere friendship.

“Let’s take a couple of selfies together!” Y/n suggested, her excitement bubbling over as she pulled Susie close, her arm draped over her shoulder.

“Perfect! We need to show everyone how much fun we’re having!” Susie replied, leaning in closer as they both grinned at the camera.

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The sun had long set, giving way to a stunning night sky filled with twinkling stars. Y/n had just finished putting Jack to bed after a delightful dinner cooked by the yacht's chef, a well-deserved break for her amidst the chaos of summer vacation. She stepped out onto the deck, the warm evening air wrapping around her like a familiar embrace. The yacht bobbed gently on the waves, and the distant sound of laughter drifted up from the main deck, where Toto and Susie were finishing up their glasses of champagne.

“Hey! Join us!” Susie called out, her eyes sparkling under the soft glow of the deck lights.

Y/n smiled and walked over, accepting a glass from Toto, who had a playful grin plastered across his face. “To beautiful nights and good company,” he toasted, clinking his glass against theirs before taking a hearty sip.

As they settled into the cozy ambiance, the conversation flowed freely, aided by the champagne’s bubbly charm. The trio stood close together, leaning against the railing, watching the gentle waves lapping at the boat's sides. With each passing moment and every shared laugh, Y/n began to feel a warm buzz coursing through her veins.

“You know,” Susie began, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes, “it’s nights like these that make me realize how much I appreciate having you here, Y/n. You bring a special energy to our family.”

Toto nodded in agreement, a soft smile on his lips. “Absolutely. We’re lucky to have you. Jack can’t stop talking about you.” He leaned a little closer, his arm brushing against Y/n’s shoulder, the contact sending a spark through her.

“Thanks, you guys! I love spending time with Jack. He’s a joy,” Y/n replied, trying to maintain her composure as she felt the warmth of their compliments.

As they continued to chat, the atmosphere became increasingly intimate. Toto poured another round of champagne, and the trio settled onto a plush outdoor bed on the deck, the soft cushions inviting them to lean closer. The stars above seemed to twinkle with approval as they nestled together, Y/n in the middle, sandwiched between the two.

“Isn’t it wonderful out here?” Susie mused, her hand casually resting on Y/n’s thigh, fingers tracing a gentle pattern that made Y/n’s heart race. “I could stay out here forever.”

Y/n chuckled, a bit of tipsiness adding a playful edge to her response. “I’m definitely not complaining, especially with such great company. And this view is incredible!”

With each glass of champagne, the lines blurred further. The conversation flowed freely, filled with laughter and playful banter, and as the night wore on, the warmth of the drinks transformed Y/n’s inhibitions. She began to flirt back, feeling emboldened by the ambiance and the giggles shared between the three of them.

“Susie, I have to say, I think you’re the best photographer,” Y/n teased, glancing at her with a playful smile. “Maybe you should teach Toto a thing or two about taking good pictures.”

Toto feigned offense, a mock-serious expression on his face. “Hey! I’m a great photographer! I just have… a unique style.”

“Unique, huh?” Y/n laughed, nudging him playfully. “More like untrained.”

The teasing drew more laughter, and in that moment, Toto leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re not wrong, you know. But I think it’s time I stepped up my game. You deserve only the best photos.”

Susie grinned, her fingers playfully poking Y/n’s side. “And I’ll help! We can turn you into a full-blown influencer! Just look at you!”

The playful banter flowed effortlessly, but there was an underlying tension that Y/n couldn’t quite place. Toto’s lingering glances, the way his hand would occasionally brush against her back, and the softness in Susie’s eyes whenever she looked at Y/n made her heart flutter with confusion. Were they flirting? Was she reading too much into it?

As the bottle of champagne dwindled, Toto suggested they lay back on the cushions, their bodies relaxing into the plush fabric under the night sky. They arranged themselves in a loose circle, lying back against the warm cushions, the stars twinkling down at them like a million watchful eyes.

“You know,” Susie said, her voice turning softer, “it’s so nice to just relax and unwind like this. It feels like a dream.” Her hand found Y/n’s again, resting lightly on her stomach.

Y/n felt her pulse quicken, the closeness of them all making her both giddy and slightly breathless. “Yeah, it really does,” she agreed, casting a sidelong glance at Toto, who was now resting his head on his arm, watching her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

Toto shifted slightly, his hand brushing against Y/n’s shoulder as he turned to face her. “You know, you’re a wonderful addition to our family. I just want you to know that,” he said, the sincerity in his tone stirring something deep within her.

The alcohol coursing through her made Y/n feel bolder. “Well, thank you. I really enjoy being part of it,” she replied, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “And you two are pretty fun to hang out with.”

As the night wore on and the three of them sank deeper into their relaxed state, Y/n found herself sharing more laughter, her inhibitions fading further. She leaned closer to Toto, whispering a playful comment about Jack’s antics earlier that day. The moment felt electric, the intimacy of the night pressing in around them.

But even in her tipsy state, a part of her hesitated. It couldn’t be that they were actually interested in her, could it? Surely, they were just a touchy-feely family, expressing warmth and camaraderie. Yet, as Toto’s eyes twinkled with mischief and Susie’s hand stayed firmly against her side, Y/n couldn’t help but question the reality of the situation.

Later that night, after a few more glasses and shared stories, Y/n finally retreated to her room, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling her senses. She settled into bed, the alcohol still buzzing in her system. Lying there, she replayed the evening’s events, her mind racing with thoughts and feelings that felt simultaneously thrilling and confusing.

“It couldn’t be that they actually like me on a deeper level,” she concluded, letting out a sigh. “They’re just being friendly. I must be misreading everything.”

But as her eyelids grew heavier and sleep beckoned her, the warmth of the night lingered, filling her dreams with laughter, warmth, and the stars above.

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Once Y/n was tucked away in her cabin, the atmosphere on the deck shifted slightly. Susie and Toto shared a glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They moved to the edge of the yacht, leaning against the railing, looking out at the stars reflecting on the calm water. The moon bathed them in a soft glow, creating an intimate backdrop for their conversation.

“Do you think she has any idea?” Susie asked, her voice low, tinged with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Toto chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. “I doubt it. She’s too sweet and innocent for her own good. It’s part of what makes her so special.” His tone was affectionate, and his eyes sparkled with admiration. “I mean, look at how she interacts with Jack. It’s like they share this bond that’s beautiful to witness.”

Susie nodded, leaning against Toto’s side. “I love how she makes him feel. But it’s more than that. There’s something about her. She lights up the room, you know? I can’t help but feel drawn to her.”

Toto glanced down at Susie, sensing the depth of her feelings. “You’re right. She’s captivating. There’s this warmth about her that feels so genuine. And I can’t deny I’ve felt a connection with her too. It’s… different.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone since… well, you know.”

Susie smiled softly, her gaze thoughtful. “I do know. And I see it in you. You’re both so comfortable around each other, and she doesn’t treat us like we’re some untouchable family. She’s down-to-earth, real.” She sighed, her heart racing a bit at the thought. “What do you think we should do? I mean, do we just keep being ourselves around her, or…?”

“I think we should keep exploring this dynamic,” Toto suggested, his voice low but fervent. “But we have to be careful. I don’t want to scare her off or make her feel uncomfortable. We have to make sure she knows how much we care about her.”

“True,” Susie agreed, her mind racing with possibilities. “But I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to bring her closer to us. We could be a family, and she could be a part of it in a different way. I think she deserves to know how much she means to us.”

Toto turned to look at Susie, intrigued by her thought process. “What do you mean by ‘a different way’? Are you thinking more than just being a caregiver for Jack?”

Susie met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with mischief. “Well, I don’t know how she would feel about that, but there’s a chemistry between us. I can sense it. And you can’t tell me you haven’t felt that too.”

Toto hesitated, a rush of emotions flooding his mind. “I have. But I’ve never acted on anything like that. Not since…” He trailed off, the unspoken weight of his past lingering between them.

Susie took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “But what if this is different? What if we could be open about how we feel? With her? It could be freeing, you know? We could all explore this together. I think she’d be open to it, given the right circumstances.”

Toto looked out at the stars, his mind racing with the possibilities. He felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. “I don’t want to rush anything. She’s important to us, and I don’t want to jeopardize what we already have. But if she’s interested, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t want to explore it. There’s something special there.”

Susie smiled, her heart swelling with hope. “Exactly. Let’s keep nurturing our relationship with her, making her feel cherished. If she’s as open as we think, the rest will follow.”

Toto nodded slowly, feeling more at ease. “We’ll take it one step at a time. We’ll show her our affection, let her know how much we care, and see where that leads.”

As they stood close together, feeling the cool breeze and the warmth of their shared excitement, both Toto and Susie silently agreed to embrace this new chapter of their lives. They were drawn to Y/n, not just for her role in their family but for the light she brought into their lives.

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

A Christmas Surprise

Word count: 570

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: Y/n plans a special Christmas surprise for Lando, keeping him in the dark about the gift that will change their little family forever.

Marry Christmas guys

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The living room shimmered with the soft glow of Christmas lights. Y/n stood by the tree, her heart pounding with nervous excitement. In her arms, a tiny corgi puppy squirmed, its big brown eyes full of curiosity. The little red bow around its neck made it look like the perfect gift—which it was.

She glanced at the clock. Lando would be home any minute.

“Okay, little guy,” she whispered, gently scratching behind his ears. “Let’s hope he loves you as much as I do.”

The sound of keys jingling in the door made her freeze. She quickly placed the puppy on the couch, crouching beside it to steady her breathing. The door creaked open, and there he was—Lando, cheeks flushed pink from the winter cold, his usual bright smile lighting up the room.

“Hey, love,” he said, setting his bag down and shrugging off his coat. His gaze moved to the tree, then back to her. “The place looks amazing. You’ve been busy, huh?”

“Maybe,” Y/n replied, grinning. “I’ve been working on something special.”

“Something special, huh?” he teased, walking toward her and pulling her into a hug. “You’ve been hyping up this surprise all day. Are you finally going to tell me what it is?”

“Not quite,” Y/n said, laughing as she pulled back. “But I can show you. Close your eyes.”

Lando raised an eyebrow but obeyed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“Okay, no peeking,” Y/n warned, her voice soft. She scooped up the puppy, holding him gently as she positioned him in Lando’s arms. The tiny corgi let out a little yip, startling Lando.

“Alright,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement. “Open them.”

Lando’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just stared. The little corgi looked up at him, its tiny tail wagging furiously.

“Y/n…” he breathed, his voice catching in his throat. He cradled the puppy closer, as if afraid it might disappear. “Is this… is this real?”

“It’s real,” she said softly, tears prickling her eyes at the wonder on his face. “He’s ours.”

Lando’s gaze flicked to her, his blue eyes shimmering with emotion. “You got us a puppy?”

“Well,” Y/n said, a bit nervously, “you never really said what kind of dog you wanted. You just said you wanted a puppy. And… I’ve always wanted a corgi. So I thought maybe this would be perfect for both of us.”

Lando let out a shaky laugh, nuzzling the corgi’s soft fur. “Perfect doesn’t even begin to cover it. He’s amazing.” He paused, looking back at Y/n with a soft smile. “You’re amazing.”

Her cheeks warmed as she leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder while the puppy squirmed happily between them. “I just wanted to do something special for you,” she said quietly. “You work so hard, and I know how much you’ve been wanting this.”

Lando kissed the top of her head, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t care what kind of dog we have. As long as I have you—and now this little guy—I’m happy.”

The puppy let out another enthusiastic bark, as if agreeing with the sentiment. Lando laughed, the sound warm and full of love, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile.

“What should we name him?” Lando asked, rubbing the puppy’s tiny belly.

“I was thinking Turbo,” Y/n said. “You know, a little nod to your love of racing.”

Lando chuckled. “Turbo it is. Welcome to the family, Turbo.”

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Hi, could you please write about how Lando finds out that the reader really likes cats, and how he tries to come to terms with it (remember that video where he says that if a person doesn't like dogs but also likes cats it's a red flag).

A Pawful Revelation

Word count: 922

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

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It started innocently enough. You and Lando were scrolling through your phones one lazy afternoon, each sprawled on opposite ends of his massive couch. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of a race replay on the TV and the occasional flick of your nails on the glass screen.

Lando suddenly perked up, his attention snagged by an adorable video of a Golden Retriever puppy wagging its tail enthusiastically.

“Look at this little guy!” he exclaimed, shoving his phone toward you.

You glanced up from your screen, smiling. “Aww, he’s cute,” you said, but you didn’t look as enthusiastic as Lando clearly wanted you to be. He frowned slightly but didn’t press it.

A moment later, you bit your lip to suppress a smile as you scrolled further down your own feed.

“Why are you grinning like that?” Lando asked, craning his neck to look at your phone.

“Oh, no reason,” you said, too quickly.

“Let me see.”

Before you could stop him, Lando snatched your phone and squinted at the screen. His face twisted into a mixture of amusement and betrayal as he saw the source of your delight: a compilation of cats knocking objects off tables with utter disdain.

“Cats?” he asked, his tone laced with disbelief.

“What about them?” you asked innocently, snatching your phone back.

“You… like cats?” he asked, narrowing his eyes like you’d just told him you secretly supported his rival team.

“Of course I do,” you replied, laughing. “They’re hilarious and cute!”

Lando leaned back on the couch, folding his arms as he stared at you, processing this revelation. “Wait, wait. You mean like, really like cats?”

You nodded. “Yeah, they’re amazing. So independent, so sassy. I’ve always loved them.”

He groaned, running a hand through his messy curls. “You’re telling me you’re a cat person?”

“Why do you say it like I just confessed to a crime?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because it’s a red flag!” Lando said, throwing his hands up dramatically.

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your phone. “Oh, come on, Lando. Are you seriously judging me for liking cats? You like dogs; I like cats. It’s not that deep.”

“But it is!” he insisted, leaning toward you, his tone half-joking but with a hint of genuine worry. “Dogs are loyal, happy, and full of love. Cats are… evil. They scratch you for no reason and knock your stuff over just to annoy you!”

You rolled your eyes. “Cats are misunderstood. They’re affectionate, but on their own terms. They’re like the cool kids of the pet world.”

Lando shook his head, still looking troubled. “I don’t know if I can trust someone who prefers cats over dogs.”

“Oh, please,” you said, giving him a playful shove. “You’re being ridiculous. Besides, I didn’t say I don’t like dogs. I just like cats more.”

“That’s worse!” he exclaimed, pretending to clutch his chest.

You laughed again, but you could tell he was genuinely grappling with this newfound information about you.

Over the next few days, Lando seemed determined to convince you that dogs were superior. He sent you countless videos of puppies doing adorable things, from catching Frisbees to snuggling with their owners. He even tried to recruit his fans into the debate by posting a poll on Instagram: Cats or Dogs?

Despite his efforts, your love for cats remained unwavering. In fact, you doubled down, texting him memes of cats in silly hats and videos of them performing acrobatics.

One day, he showed up at your apartment with a smug grin and a small gift bag.

“What’s this?” you asked, taking the bag from him.

“Just a little something to change your mind,” he said, flopping onto your couch with an air of confidence.

Inside the bag was a pair of socks covered in cartoon dogs and a plush Golden Retriever toy.

“Really, Lando?” you said, holding up the socks.

“What? I’m trying to save you from a life of bad decisions,” he said, grinning.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

The real test came a week later when you convinced Lando to visit a cat café with you. He was reluctant at first, muttering about how he’d probably leave covered in scratches. But when he saw how excited you were, he couldn’t say no.

As soon as you entered, a fluffy gray cat sauntered over to you, meowing softly. Your face lit up as you crouched down to pet it.

Lando watched from a distance, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed. But then a tiny orange kitten climbed onto his lap, purring loudly.

“Uh, what do I do?” he asked, looking slightly panicked.

“Just pet him,” you said, smiling.

Hesitantly, Lando stroked the kitten’s soft fur. The kitten responded by curling up and falling asleep on his lap.

For a moment, Lando looked conflicted, but then a small smile crept onto his face.

“See?” you said, sitting beside him. “Cats aren’t so bad.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, trying to hide his grin. “This one’s alright, I guess.”

By the time you left the café, Lando had a newfound appreciation for cats. While he still insisted that dogs were better, he grudgingly admitted that cats weren’t the villains he’d made them out to be.

And as you walked back to the car, he slipped his hand into yours and said, “Okay, fine. Maybe I can tolerate your cat obsession. But only because it’s you.”

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You asked for reqs so Im here to yap! How about Mycroft from Sherlock having a gf that is constantly overthinking if he actually likes her(if he is with her for some reason where he can take advantage of her later, even tho as far as she knows, she has no connection to anything political that he can use. She still can't stop thinking about it tho.)

Him comforting her awkwardly bc he literally can't say any affirming words coherently, just actions that you'd have to look for under a microscope to notice, but they are there! He does let her brew and feel bad for quite some time unintentionally because he is very avoidant of emotional confrontations tho🥹

Do feel free to ignore this if it isn't your cup of tea! Mwah💋

An Affair of Logic and Love

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Mycroft x reader

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Mycroft Holmes wasn’t a man of romance. That much was obvious to anyone who knew him. Reserved, calculating, and perpetually aloof, he approached the world as a chessboard, his every move measured, every relationship dissected for utility. Yet here he was, seated across from you at his immaculate dining table, sipping his tea as if nothing in the world could rattle him.

And here you were, trying to decipher his every blink, every sigh, every sip.

You glanced at him cautiously. Did he even like you? Or was there some hidden reason—a grand strategy that somehow involved you, though you couldn’t imagine how? You were an ordinary person, far removed from the tangled webs of politics and espionage he navigated daily. What could he possibly gain from being with you?

These thoughts gnawed at you, louder with each interaction, until every small silence felt like proof that you were merely a pawn in his game.

“You’re staring,” Mycroft said without looking up from his tea.

Your cheeks flushed. “I’m not.”

“You are,” he replied smoothly, setting his cup down. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

You fumbled for a distraction, taking a sip of your tea and nearly scalding your tongue. “I was just… thinking.”

“Thinking, I see.” He folded his hands and leaned back slightly. “Should I be concerned?”

You hesitated. Part of you wanted to confront him, to demand why he was with you if he could barely muster a word of affection. But the other part—the overthinking, self-doubting part—was too afraid of his answer. What if he confirmed your fears?

“No,” you muttered, looking down at your cup.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. But true to form, he didn’t press the matter. Instead, he let the silence stretch, leaving you alone with your spiraling thoughts.

For the next several days, the doubts consumed you. Every interaction became a puzzle to solve:

• When he handed you a cup of tea without a word, was it a sign of affection, or was he just being polite?

• When he mentioned your favorite book in passing, was it because he genuinely remembered, or because he needed to lull you into a false sense of security?

• When he kissed you on the cheek before leaving for work, was it out of habit or obligation?

The questions were endless, and Mycroft, in his typical manner, did nothing to alleviate them. He wasn’t cruel—far from it—but his reserved nature and avoidance of emotional discussions left you in the dark.

It all came to a head one evening when you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Mycroft,” you began hesitantly as the two of you sat in his living room, him reading a newspaper and you pretending to focus on a book.

“Yes?” he replied without looking up.

“Why are you with me?”

The question hung in the air like a thunderclap. Mycroft froze, his fingers tightening slightly around the edges of the paper.

“Pardon?” he said after a moment, his tone carefully neutral.

You set your book down and turned to face him fully. “Why are you with me? I just… I can’t help but wonder if there’s some reason—some ulterior motive—because I don’t understand why you’d choose me.”

He finally lowered the newspaper, his expression inscrutable. “Is that what’s been troubling you?”

“Yes,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I know it’s irrational, but I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re so… you. And I’m just… me. It doesn’t make sense.”

For a long moment, Mycroft said nothing. He looked at you, his sharp gaze scanning your face as if you were a particularly challenging code to crack.

Then, finally, he spoke: “I see.”

That was it. I see.

You stared at him, waiting for more, but he just shifted slightly in his seat, as if the conversation had already concluded.

“That’s all you have to say?” you asked, your frustration bubbling over.

Mycroft cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I… hadn’t realized you felt this way.”

“Well, I do.”

He looked down at his hands, his usually unshakeable composure faltering ever so slightly. “Emotions are… not my area of expertise,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “But I assure you, my intentions are entirely genuine.”

It wasn’t the grand declaration you’d hoped for, but coming from Mycroft, it was monumental. Still, it wasn’t enough to banish your doubts entirely.

“Then why don’t you ever show it?” you pressed. “Why can’t you just say how you feel?”

Mycroft shifted again, clearly wrestling with his discomfort. “I’m not… accustomed to such expressions,” he said stiffly. “But that does not mean I don’t care for you. On the contrary, I—” He stopped, his mouth opening and closing like he was physically incapable of forming the words.

Instead, he stood abruptly and walked to his desk. You watched in confusion as he opened a drawer, pulled out a small velvet box, and returned to the couch.

He handed it to you without a word.

Inside was a delicate necklace, the pendant a simple yet elegant design that you immediately recognized—it was based on your favorite flower, something you’d mentioned in passing months ago.

“I had this made for you,” Mycroft said awkwardly, his gaze fixed firmly on the coffee table. “I was waiting for the right moment to give it to you. I suppose now will have to do.”

You stared at the necklace, your heart swelling with a mix of surprise and warmth.

“Mycroft…”

“I may not be able to express myself in the traditional sense,” he continued, his voice stiff but earnest. “But I do care for you. Deeply. If that were not the case, I wouldn’t—” He stopped himself again, sighing in frustration. “I wouldn’t have allowed this relationship to happen.”

It wasn’t a perfect confession. It wasn’t romantic or poetic. But it was Mycroft.

You smiled softly and reached out to take his hand. “Thank you,” you said, your voice thick with emotion.

He finally looked at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. “There’s nothing to thank me for,” he said gruffly.

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Loosing focus

Word count: 660

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: A lazy evening at home turns heated when Y/n becomes irresistibly drawn to her boyfriend Lando, unable to ignore the tension building between them.

Warning: suggestiv

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Lando was sitting on the couch, barefoot, in a hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung just right. His curls were an absolute mess, and he had a slight scruff on his jaw, making him look even more annoyingly good. He was laughing at something on the TV, completely unaware of the fact that you hadn’t absorbed a single word of the show because your focus was entirely on him.

Every little thing about him was driving you wild tonight—the way his arm rested along the back of the couch, his stupid little dimples when he smiled, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, your cheeks flushed, and the ache growing impossible to ignore.

You shifted in your spot next to him, trying to sit still, but your legs brushed against his, and it sent a jolt through your body.

“You alright there, love?” Lando asked, turning to look at you with that boyish grin of his.

“Yeah,” you said, maybe too quickly, as you crossed your legs and tried to look normal. “I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You sure? You’ve been fidgeting all night.”

You swallowed hard, biting your lip as you glanced at him, your resolve crumbling. “I’m just… distracted.”

“Distracted?” His grin widened, and he leaned closer, his face now only inches from yours. “By what?”

“By you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked, caught off guard, but the smirk quickly returned. “Me? What did I do?”

“Exactly,” you huffed. “You’re just sitting there looking… like that.”

“Like what?” he teased, leaning even closer now, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Like—ugh, you’re impossible.” You grabbed a throw pillow and smacked him with it, trying to distract yourself from the way his proximity was making you feel.

But Lando wasn’t about to let it go. He caught the pillow, laughing as he tossed it aside. “You’re horny, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widened, your face heating instantly. “Lando!”

“What?” he said, feigning innocence as he leaned back, looking all too pleased with himself. “I’m just stating facts. You can’t even sit still, and now you’re blushing.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Shut up.”

“Why should I? This is great.” He scooted closer, his voice dropping slightly as he added, “You know, if you wanted me to do something about it, you could’ve just said so.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you peeked at him through your fingers. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Lando’s grin softened into something a little more serious, his hand brushing against your thigh. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat as his hand trailed upward, his touch sending sparks through your skin. Whatever was on Netflix was long forgotten as Lando shifted, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he teased, his hands settling on your waist.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you shot back, grabbing his hoodie and pulling him in.

And for once, he did exactly what you asked.

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Unshaken Loyalty

Word count: 660

Summary: After being betrayed by her best friend and abandoned by others, Y/n finds unwavering support in Lewis.

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The evening air was thick with tension as you sat on the plush sofa in Lewis Hamilton’s London apartment, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees. The glow of the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows did little to comfort you, and your mind was a storm of emotions.

Your best friend—former best friend—Emilia had betrayed you in a way you hadn’t thought possible. She had not only turned on you but convinced several of your closest friends to do the same, spreading lies that painted you as someone you weren’t. People you’d trusted now gave you cold shoulders and side-eyed glances, and Emilia? She acted like she’d won some sort of twisted game.

You wiped a tear off your cheek, frustrated with yourself for still caring so much. Lewis, who had been sitting quietly beside you, finally shifted closer.

“Talk to me, love,” he said softly, his voice a balm to your frayed nerves.

You sniffled, keeping your gaze on the floor. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s hurting you.”

You hesitated before the words tumbled out in a rush. “I just don’t understand what I did wrong. Emilia was supposed to be my best friend, and now she’s turned everyone else against me. She made me feel like I was… like I wasn’t enough. Like I was just this awful person who deserved it.”

Lewis’s jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he listened. “That’s bullshit,” he said firmly.

You blinked at him, startled by the sudden edge in his voice.

He turned to face you fully, his dark eyes burning with intensity. “Listen to me, Y/n. Whatever Emilia said, whatever those so-called ‘friends’ are saying, none of it defines who you are. You are one of the most beautiful, kind, and genuine people I’ve ever met. Anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to be in your life.”

You tried to protest, but he wasn’t having it.

“No,” he said, cutting you off gently but firmly. “You don’t get to argue with me on this. Emilia? Toxic. The people who believed her? Even more toxic. And you? You’re worth a hundred of them. Do you hear me?”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time they weren’t from pain. “I just… I don’t know why this hurts so much. I thought she cared about me.”

Lewis reached out, taking your hands in his. His touch was warm, grounding. “Because you care, Y/n. That’s who you are. You see the good in people, even when they don’t deserve it. And yeah, that makes it hurt more when someone like Emilia betrays you. But that doesn’t mean you’re the problem. It means you’ve got a heart that’s too good for people like her.”

You let out a shaky breath, the tightness in your chest easing just a little. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” he said, his voice resolute. “You’re worth fighting for, Y/n. Every single time. If I have to tell Emilia and the rest of them to piss off, I’ll do it. Hell, I’ll fight them myself if that’s what it takes to make you see how incredible you are.”

A surprised laugh bubbled out of you, and Lewis smiled, his expression softening.

“There she is,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s the smile I love.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you protectively. “Thank you,” you murmured.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve got your back, always. You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”

The hurt Emilia had caused didn’t disappear entirely, but it felt smaller, more manageable.

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A Night to Remember

Word count: 733

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando and Y/n, are drunk on tequila

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Lando Norris was buzzing. His grin was so wide it hurt his cheeks, but he didn’t care. He’d won. He’d won! The team could have thrown a parade, and he still wouldn’t have felt like it was enough to match the high he was riding. The club was packed, the music was deafening, and he was already three—no, four?—drinks in. But none of that mattered because there she was. Y/n. His Y/n.

She was twirling on the dance floor, her arms up, her laughter louder than the music as she tried to keep balance in her heels. A glass of something bright and bubbly sloshed in her hand, half-spilling onto her dress as she spun.

“Landooo!” she shouted when she spotted him, her voice slurring as she stumbled toward him. She threw her arms around his neck with such force that he had to grab her waist to keep them both upright. “You did it! You freaking won! I told you, I knew you’d do it, you brilliant, fast little shit.”

“Little?!” Lando protested, bursting into laughter as he steadied her. His words were slow, like his brain was trying to catch up with his tongue. “I’m taller than you, you drunk menace!”

She poked his chest with a finger, squinting at him. “Barely. Barely. And don’t get cocky with me, mister world champion or whatever.”

“I’m not the world champion,” Lando corrected, dragging her toward the bar, where more drinks were already waiting for them. “But I did win today. Did I tell you I won? Like, I actually won?”

“Only like a million times.” Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, grabbing a shot and holding it up. “To the winner of everything forever!”

Lando grabbed his shot, clinking it against hers with too much force, spilling tequila over both their hands. “To me!” he shouted, and they downed the shots at the same time, both immediately grimacing and making identical gagging sounds.

“Why is tequila so disgusting?!” Y/n groaned, clutching her stomach.

“Because we’re not supposed to drink it!” Lando howled with laughter, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Somehow, they ended up outside on the curb, the noise of the club muffled behind them. Lando was sprawled on the steps, his legs sticking out awkwardly, while Y/n sat beside him, her head tilted back to look at the stars—or what she thought were stars.

“Do you think…” she began, her words slow and drawn out, “that if I stole your trophy, anyone would notice?”

“Yes,” Lando said, leaning over to look at her with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “Because you’d be the worst thief. You’d get caught immediately. And also because it’s mine.”

“Rude,” Y/n huffed, poking his cheek. “I thought you loved me.”

Lando blinked at her, his drunk brain suddenly hyper-focused on her face. “I do love you.”

She stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. “You’re drunk.”

“So are you!” he shot back, pointing a finger at her that wobbled in the air. “But I still love you. Like… a lot. Like… more than I love McLaren. And that’s saying something!”

Y/n gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth. “You do not.”

“I do!” Lando insisted, his voice cracking like he was genuinely offended she doubted him. “You’re my favorite person, Y/n. Like, ever.”

Her eyes welled up, and she leaned forward, swaying slightly. “Lando… that’s so stupidly sweet. I love you, too. Like, so much. Like… more than tequila!”

“That’s not hard,” Lando said with a snort, but then he grabbed her face between his hands, squishing her cheeks. “But seriously. I love you. Like, love love.”

Y/n giggled, her voice muffled by the way her cheeks were smushed. “I love you love you, too, you dork.”

They leaned in for a kiss but missed entirely, their noses bumping awkwardly before Y/n tilted her head to the right angle. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, but it felt perfect to them in their champagne-soaked, tequila-fueled haze.

When they finally broke apart, Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly. “You’re my favorite, Lando.”

“And you’re my everything,” Lando mumbled, his head drooping onto hers.

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A Proper Send-Off

Word count: 734

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summary: After an emotional Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, Toto and Y/n Wolff celebrate Lewis Hamilton’s remarkable drive and heartfelt farewell.

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The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix had come to an end under the bright floodlights of the Yas Marina Circuit. The cheers of the crowd had begun to fade as the paddock slowly quieted, but the emotions of the evening still lingered like a warm embrace. It hadn’t been a podium finish, but Lewis Hamilton’s stunning drive from 16th to 4th place had been nothing short of extraordinary.

Y/n stood near the Mercedes garage, her face glowing with pride. She had watched every lap of the race, her heart racing with each daring overtake. As the team began to pack up, she caught sight of Toto striding towards her. Even after a grueling race weekend, he carried himself with his usual commanding presence. His suit jacket hung over one arm, his shirt sleeves rolled up—not a rare sight but one that made her smile.

“Toto!” she called, waving him over.

He reached her in a few long strides, wrapping her in a warm hug. “Mein Schatz,” he murmured against her hair. “What a race.”

“It was incredible,” Y/n replied, pulling back to look at him. “Lewis was brilliant. The team did an amazing job. And that tribute to him after the race? Perfect.”

Toto smiled, his eyes softening. “He deserved nothing less. Seventeen years in this sport, seven world titles… It was important to give him a send-off worthy of his legacy.”

Y/n nodded, recalling the emotional post-race celebration. After crossing the line, Lewis had been invited to park his car on the main straight, where the Mercedes crew and rival teams alike had gathered to applaud him. A short montage of his career highlights had played on the big screens, and the crowd erupted in cheers. The sight of Lewis standing atop his car, waving to the fans, had brought tears to Y/n’s eyes.

“He seemed so happy,” she said. “It felt… right, you know? Even if it wasn’t a win.”

Toto nodded, his expression thoughtful. “This sport isn’t always about winning. Tonight was about respect, about honoring what he’s done for Mercedes and for Formula 1.” He paused, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Though starting from P16 and finishing fourth—that’s as close to a victory as you can get without the trophy.”

Y/n chuckled. “It really is. I think Lewis was just as proud of that drive as any of his wins.”

They began to walk back towards the team hospitality, hand in hand. The paddock was alive with post-race activity, but Toto’s focus was entirely on her.

“I’m proud of the team,” he said after a moment. “This season hasn’t been easy, but tonight… Tonight reminded me why we do this. Why we push so hard.”

“And why you sometimes forget to sleep,” Y/n teased gently.

Toto laughed, the deep, rich sound echoing in the quieting paddock. “You keep me in check, Liebling. Always.”

As they entered the hospitality suite, the Mercedes team was gathered around, glasses in hand, toasting to the end of the season and to Lewis. Toto and Y/n were immediately swept into the celebration. George Russell clinked his glass with Y/n’s, grinning as he said, “Cheers to you two—the team behind the team!”

Y/n smiled, feeling a swell of pride. Being part of this world, supporting Toto through the highs and lows, was a privilege she never took for granted.

Later that evening, as the celebration wound down, Toto and Y/n found themselves back in their suite. The glittering Abu Dhabi skyline stretched out before them as they sat on the balcony, sipping champagne.

“Do you think Lewis will ever truly leave F1?” Y/n asked, leaning into Toto’s side.

“His heart will always be here,” Toto replied, his arm draped around her shoulders. “But I think he’s ready for the next chapter. And we’ll always be part of it, one way or another.”

Y/n looked up at him, her gaze filled with love and admiration. “You gave him a beautiful farewell, Toto. You should be proud.”

“I am,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But I’m even prouder to have you by my side.”

As they sat together under the starlit sky, Y/n felt an overwhelming sense of peace. It hadn’t been a winning season, but tonight wasn’t about championships or trophies. It was about family, legacy, and the love that made it all worthwhile.

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A Dream Realized

Word count: 730

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando Norris wins the Abu Dhabi GP and the Constructors’ Championship, celebrating with family

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The air in Abu Dhabi was electric as the final race of the season reached its dramatic conclusion. Under the floodlights of the Yas Marina Circuit, Lando Norris crossed the finish line first, securing the victory—and clinching the Constructors’ Championship for his team.

The McLaren garage erupted with cheers and tears as the reality of the achievement sank in. The entire team jumped and hugged, their months of hard work finally paying off. But in the midst of the celebration, Y/n, Lando’s girlfriend, could only focus on one thing—him.

As soon as Lando brought his car to a stop in parc fermé, the cameras zoomed in on the triumphant driver climbing out of his car. Y/n didn’t wait for permission; she bolted from the McLaren garage, weaving through the sea of orange, straight towards him.

Lando pulled off his helmet, his face flushed with emotion, and just as he was turning toward his team, Y/n reached him. “Lando!” she called out, her voice breaking.

He spun around, his face lighting up the moment he saw her. Dropping everything in his hands, he opened his arms, and she threw herself into them. Lando lifted her off the ground, spinning her in a circle as tears streamed down both their faces.

“You did it!” she sobbed, holding his face in her hands as he set her down.

He grinned, brushing her hair back with trembling fingers. “We did it. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

The Sky Sports cameras caught every second, with David Croft exclaiming, “What a moment! Lando Norris is not just a winner for the constructors championship tonight but a winner in every sense of the word. His girlfriend, Y/n, clearly just as overjoyed as he is.”

Martin Brundle added warmly, “It’s always wonderful to see the people behind the driver—the ones who support them through the highs and lows. That embrace says it all.”

As Y/n stepped aside to let Lando celebrate with his team, she made her way to his parents, who were waiting by the podium steps. Adam and Cisca Norris beamed with pride, their son now a Grand Prix winner and McLaren a Constructors’ Champion.

When the trophy ceremony began, Y/n stood below the podium alongside his parents, watching Lando soak in the moment. The national anthem played, and Lando stood tall, afterwards gripping the trophy tightly with both hands as the crowd roared.

From below, Y/n’s eyes filled with tears again as she watched him raise the trophy high above his head. She could feel the pride radiating from his family. Cisca, noticing Y/n’s overwhelmed expression, pulled her into a warm embrace.

“He’s done it,” Cisca whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/n nodded, clinging to her. “He deserves this so much. I’m so proud of him.”

“So are we, love. And we’re proud of you too,” Cisca said, pulling back to look at her with a smile. “You’ve been such a wonderful support for him. He’s lucky to have you.”

Y/n flushed, humbled by the kind words, and hugged Cisca again. Adam patted Y/n on the back, nodding in agreement, his eyes never leaving the podium.

As Lando came down from the podium, champagne-soaked and grinning ear to ear, he spotted his family and Y/n waiting for him. He jogged over, trophy still in hand, and immediately wrapped Y/n in another hug, lifting her off the ground once more.

“You looked amazing up there,” she said, laughing as he set her down.

“I could see you,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I kept looking at you and thinking, ‘We really did it.’”

Cisca and Adam joined the moment, pulling Lando into a family embrace with Y/n squeezed between them. Sky Sports, still filming the celebration, captured the Norris family and Y/n in a heartwarming tableau, prompting Crofty to comment, “This is what it’s all about. Racing is a team sport, yes, but it’s also a family sport. And what a family moment this is for Lando Norris.”

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The Gossip Chronicles

Word Count: 835

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando and Y/n, both lovers of gossip, eagerly dissect the drama after the drivers dinner

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The low hum of the air conditioning filled the room as Y/n lounged on the plush hotel bed, scrolling through her phone. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her eager expression as she refreshed Twitter for the umpteenth time, hoping to catch a glimpse of what went down at the drivers’ dinner. She loved drama, and being with Lando Norris only fueled her insatiable thirst for F1 gossip.

She glanced at the clock. 10:45 PM. He’d been gone long enough.

When the door finally clicked open, Y/n practically leapt off the bed. Lando walked in, pulling the hood of his light blue hoodie down as he set his keycard on the dresser. The hoodie was slightly wrinkled, and the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, giving him that effortlessly casual vibe that Y/n loved.

“Finally!” Y/n exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and chucking it lightly at him. “What took you so long? You know I’ve been dying to hear everything.”

Lando laughed, dodging the pillow with ease. “Nice to see you too, love.”

“Don’t ‘love’ me,” she said, crossing her arms and pouting. “Spill. Now.”

Lando tugged off his sneakers and flopped onto the bed beside her, the faint scent of cologne lingering as he did. “Alright, alright,” he said, adjusting his hoodie. “Where do I even start?”

“Max and George,” Y/n said immediately, her eyes lighting up. “I saw the clips from the press conference earlier, and you can’t tell me there wasn’t tension. What happened? Did they fight? Was it awkward?”

Lando chuckled, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up slightly under his hood. “Oh, it was so awkward. Max barely looked at George the entire dinner. He was polite enough to everyone else, but you could tell he was still pissed about the whole sprint race thing.”

“I knew it!” Y/n practically squealed, sitting up straighter. “Did George say anything to him?”

“Well,” Lando said, stretching his legs out, “George tried to be civil—like, he even made this joke about the weather or something—but Max just gave him that look. You know the one.”

Y/n nodded eagerly. “The ‘I’m about to crush you on the track’ look?”

“Exactly,” Lando confirmed, smirking. “It was so uncomfortable that even Carlos had to jump in and crack a joke to break the tension.”

“Of course Carlos did,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes fondly. “What about Lewis? Was he Switzerland as usual?”

Lando snorted. “Pretty much. He was sitting between Charles and George, though, so he didn’t really get involved. But I swear, Valtteri was eating it all up. You know how he loves watching chaos unfold without actually being in it?”

“That man is the definition of petty,” Y/n said, laughing. “What about Charles? Was he just… being pretty and clueless as usual?”

Lando burst out laughing. “Pretty much. He was just sitting there, sipping his wine, probably wondering how he got stuck in the middle of all this drama. Carlos kept nudging him like, ‘Just stay quiet.’”

Y/n leaned forward, her eyes wide with excitement. “Tell me more. Who else was doing what? Did Pierre and Yuki cause a scene? Did Oscar say anything?”

Lando laughed, pulling his hood back up for dramatic effect. “Yuki almost spilled his drink trying to get Pierre to stop flirting with the waitress. And Oscar… well, Oscar just looked like he was mentally filing for a restraining order from all of us.”

Y/n laughed so hard she had to clutch her stomach. “Poor Oscar. He didn’t sign up for this chaos.”

“No, but he’s learning quickly,” Lando said, chuckling.

“So,” Y/n said, leaning closer and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “what’s your personal take on the Max and George drama? Whose side are you on?”

Lando gave her a playful side-eye, tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie. “You trying to get me in trouble, love?”

“Always,” she said with a grin.

“Well,” Lando said, drawing out the word dramatically, “Max is definitely holding onto a grudge, but George isn’t exactly innocent either. I think they just need to have a proper shouting match and get it over with.”

Y/n nodded sagely. “Agreed. Maybe I should lock them in a room together during the next race weekend.”

“Or we could just sit back and enjoy the show,” Lando said, smirking. “You know there’s bound to be more fireworks soon.”

“True,” Y/n said, settling back against the pillows. “I swear, F1 is better than any reality TV show.”

Lando wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “And you’re my favorite co-star.”

Y/n smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “You’re just saying that because I let you gossip as much as I do.”

“Maybe,” Lando admitted, laughing. “But hey, it’s our thing.”

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Baby Fever in Abu Dhabi

Word count: 840

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: After Max and Kelly announce their pregnancy during a dinner in Abu Dhabi, Y/n finds herself daydreaming about starting a family with Lando.

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The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend was always electric, the perfect mix of high stakes and celebration. The paddock buzzed with energy, and the golden hues of the desert sunset made everything feel surreal. Lando Norris and Y/n had just wrapped up a long day of media sessions and track walks, and they were both ready to unwind.

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet had invited them for dinner at their suite in the luxurious Yas Marina hotel. Y/n had been looking forward to it all day—Max and Kelly always made great company, and their gatherings were a welcome break from the intense race weekend atmosphere.

When they arrived, Kelly greeted them with her signature warmth, her glowing smile instantly making Y/n feel at home.

“Come in, come in,” Kelly said, ushering them inside. The suite was stunning, with a view overlooking the illuminated marina, the yachts glittering like jewels against the dark water.

Max appeared from the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine. “About time,” he teased, shaking Lando’s hand. “Thought you’d get lost on the way here.”

“Not everyone drives like you, mate,” Lando joked, smirking as he plopped onto the couch.

Y/n gave Kelly a quick hug, then turned to Max. “Thanks for having us. This place is incredible.”

“We’re glad you could come,” Kelly said, her voice unusually soft.

As dinner was served, the conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from the season’s highs and lows to plans for the off-season. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Max and Kelly were holding something back. They exchanged knowing glances throughout the meal, and Kelly’s hand frequently rested on her stomach.

Finally, as dessert was brought out—a decadent chocolate cake that Y/n immediately eyed with excitement—Max cleared his throat.

“Alright,” he began, his tone quieter than usual. “We have something to share with you.”

Kelly placed her hand on his, her smile lighting up the room. “We’re having a baby,” she said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Y/n gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Oh my God, Kelly! That’s amazing!”

Lando blinked, clearly caught off guard but quick to recover. “Wow, congrats, mate! That’s… wow.” He stood up, giving Max a firm handshake and a clap on the back before hugging Kelly.

Y/n practically launched herself at Kelly, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you two! You’re going to be the best parents.”

Kelly laughed softly, her hand instinctively brushing over her small bump. “Thank you. We’re so excited—and nervous, of course. But mostly excited.”

As the evening continued, the conversation shifted to baby names, nursery ideas, and Max’s surprisingly sentimental thoughts about fatherhood. Y/n couldn’t stop smiling, but deep down, a small, unexpected pang tugged at her heart.

On the drive back to their hotel later that night, Y/n stared out the window at the shimmering lights of Abu Dhabi. The streets were alive with fans and festivities, but her mind was elsewhere.

“You’ve been quiet,” Lando said, glancing at her as he navigated through the bustling roads.

She hesitated before responding. “It’s just… Max and Kelly. They seemed so happy, didn’t they?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his tone casual. “Max looked like he’d just won two championships in one season or something.”

She laughed softly, then turned to face him. “Don’t you think it’s amazing? Starting a family, building something together like that?”

Lando’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and he gave her a quick look. “You’re not saying we should do that anytime soon, right?”

“No!” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “I’m just saying… I don’t know. Seeing them tonight made me think about it. Someday, maybe?”

He pulled into the hotel parking lot, switching off the engine before turning to her fully. His expression softened, a mix of amusement and tenderness. “You’ve got baby fever, don’t you?”

Y/n groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Maybe a little. But it’s not like I want a baby tomorrow or anything. It’s just… it made me think.”

Lando reached over, pulling her hands away from her face. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re avoiding the question.”

He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead. “Alright, I’ll admit it: seeing Max all excited like that was kind of cool. But we’ve got time, Y/n. Let’s enjoy what we have now, yeah?”

She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, we do have a pretty good thing going, don’t we?”

He grinned, his signature mischievous look returning. “The best. And who knows? Maybe one day we’ll have a little Norris running around. But let’s take it one step at a time—like getting me through this race weekend first.”

Y/n laughed, the tension melting away as they headed inside. As she slipped her hand into his, she couldn’t help but picture a future where their little family dreams might just come true. But for now, she was happy with their here and now—and Lando by her side.

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The Spotlight She Never Noticed

Word Count: 878

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summary: Y/n, unaware of her beauty, finds herself attracting newfound attention after being with Toto Wolff, leading her to slowly see herself through his adoring eyes.

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Y/n L/n always considered herself an average woman. Sure, she had her moments when she caught a glance in the mirror and thought, Not bad, but she never considered herself striking. She grew up surrounded by friends and family who treated her with love and warmth but weren’t the type to dwell on physical appearances. Compliments on her looks were rare, and when they did come, she brushed them off as politeness rather than genuine admiration.

Life took an unexpected turn when she fell for Toto Wolff, the towering, charismatic team principal of the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula 1 team. Toto, with his Austrian charm, sharp intellect, and undeniable presence, was a man who could command attention in any room he entered. Yet, he only had eyes for Y/n.

Their relationship was a whirlwind. She’d met him during a charity gala in Monaco, where she had been invited as a plus-one by a friend. Y/n spent most of the evening blending into the background, nursing a glass of champagne, and admiring the glamour from afar. When Toto approached her, she’d thought at first he must have mistaken her for someone else. Why would he want to talk to her?

But Toto saw something in Y/n that she couldn’t see herself. Her natural beauty, wit, and kindness captivated him. He was persistent, charming her with his quick humor and genuine interest in her life. Slowly, Y/n let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she was special in his eyes.

Months into their relationship, Toto began introducing Y/n to his world. The glamorous paddocks, VIP events, and high-profile parties became a part of her life. She felt out of place at first, standing next to models, celebrities, and executives who radiated confidence. But Toto’s unwavering support helped her adjust.

What Y/n didn’t notice—at least at first—was how other men began to look at her differently.

The Shift

At a private dinner in London, Y/n was chatting with one of Toto’s colleagues when she felt an unfamiliar gaze lingering on her. She glanced up to find a young marketing executive staring at her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

“Sorry, I—uh—didn’t catch what you said,” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Y/n blinked. Was he… flustered? She laughed it off and repeated herself, but the encounter left her puzzled.

Over the next few weeks, similar incidents began to pile up. At a race weekend, a journalist held her hand a little too long while introducing himself. A barista at her favorite café gave her a drink on the house, insisting it was “on him.” Even a waiter at a restaurant Toto had taken her to seemed to pay her more attention than necessary, addressing her with compliments and a lingering smile.

Y/n brushed it off, assuming people were simply being polite or trying to impress Toto through her. But then she noticed something else: the compliments were directed at her, not Toto.

“You look stunning tonight,” the waiter had said.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” murmured the journalist.

At first, she mentioned it to Toto with a laugh. “I think people are just nice because I’m with you.”

Toto frowned slightly, his protective side surfacing. “That’s not it, Y/n. You’re beautiful. They’re noticing what I’ve always seen.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re biased.”

“I’m not,” Toto insisted, taking her hand. “But I’m starting to think I need to keep an eye on you. These men clearly have no shame.”

Y/n laughed, dismissing his concern. But deep down, she began to wonder.

The Realization

It wasn’t until a sponsor’s gala in Monaco that everything clicked for her. She wore a sleek, emerald-green gown that Toto had picked out for her, claiming it matched her eyes perfectly. When she walked into the ballroom on his arm, heads turned.

Throughout the evening, men approached her with compliments and subtle flirtations, even when Toto was only a few feet away. One particularly bold individual—a young driver from a rival team—brazenly asked her to dance.

Before Y/n could respond, Toto stepped in, his arm tightening around her waist. “She’s taken,” he said firmly, his voice low and commanding. The driver quickly retreated, but Toto’s jaw remained tense for the rest of the evening.

On the drive home, Y/n finally voiced her confusion. “Why is this happening? None of this ever happened before you.”

Toto glanced at her, his expression softening. “Because you didn’t see yourself the way others see you. And now, they’ve finally noticed what I knew all along.”

“But why now?”

“Confidence, Schatz.” He smiled, taking her hand. “You carry yourself differently now. You’re with me, yes, but it’s not about my status. You’ve always been beautiful, but now you believe in yourself a little more, and people can see it.”

Y/n frowned, trying to process his words. “I don’t know… I still feel like the same person.”

“You are,” Toto reassured her. “But you’re starting to see yourself through my eyes. And that’s a good thing. Just don’t let it go to your head,” he teased, leaning over to kiss her temple.

Y/n laughed, her heart swelling with love. She still wasn’t sure if she believed him, but maybe, just maybe, she was starting to see herself a little differently.

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A Touch of Obsession

Word count : 511

Pairing: Padro Pascal x reader

Summary: Pedro becomes obsessed with Y/n's intricate new nail art

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Y/n walked into their shared apartment, the faint scent of her fresh manicure lingering as she set her bag down. Pedro was sprawled out on the couch, scripts and highlighters spread around him, glasses perched on his nose. His head snapped up when he heard the door.

"Hey, cariño," he greeted with a warm smile, setting the script aside. His eyes immediately locked onto her hands as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Wait, are those new?"

Y/n smirked, holding out her hands like a showcase model. "Yep! Got them done today. Cool, right?"

Pedro took her hands in his, studying the intricate designs on her nails. Each nail was different—a kaleidoscope of abstract patterns, tiny metallic studs, and iridescent swirls that shifted color depending on the light.

"Wow," he murmured, turning her hands over and letting the light catch the details. "They’re... really freaking cool. They look like little pieces of art."

Y/n laughed. "That’s kind of the idea. Glad you approve."

Pedro didn’t just approve; he was fascinated. Without thinking, he started gently running his fingers over her nails, tracing the ridges of the patterns. He flicked one of the tiny studs, then tilted her hand to see how the swirls changed color.

"This one looks like a galaxy," he said, tapping her thumb.

She chuckled again, settling into the couch beside him. "Pedro, are you seriously geeking out over my nails right now?"

He glanced at her with mock seriousness. "Excuse me, I am appreciating your art." Then, his voice softened. "Also, these are really satisfying to touch."

Y/n watched, amused, as Pedro continued to fidget with her nails, using her hands like a stress toy. He pressed on the metallic studs, flicked the edges of her nails, and traced the swirl patterns like they were a maze.

"You’re going to mess them up," she teased, though she didn’t pull her hands away.

"I’m being careful," he replied, completely absorbed. His thumb grazed over her index finger, and he glanced up at her. "Seriously, though. These are like... the perfect fidget toy."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying I should keep getting my nails done like this just to entertain you?"

Pedro leaned closer, his grin mischievous. "I mean, I wouldn’t complain. Plus, they suit you. Gorgeous and a little badass."

Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, and she playfully swatted him. "You're such a nerd."

"A nerd who’s in love with his girlfriend’s nails," he said dramatically, clasping her hands to his chest like she’d gifted him something priceless. "And his girlfriend, of course."

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. "Well, lucky for you, I’ve got an appointment in two weeks. Guess you’ll have something new to obsess over."

Pedro smirked, leaning in to kiss her. "I’ll never get bored of you, Y/n. Nails or no nails."

"Good answer," she said, resting her head on his shoulder while he resumed playing with her nails.

They stayed like that for a while, Pedro content to fidget with her hands while Y/n enjoyed the attention.