#it felt like a normal thursday media day

[killa-trav]

morning yesterday was soooo exhausting being sleep deprived n seb posting was fun (until i started to feel delirious) n i was expecting today to be the same n then i remembered sebtent is over :((

[cheriladycl01]

Would you write a Carlos or Max x reader please where she’s a driver too. They’re always worried about her when she races but they’re not prepared when she gets into a serious crash just running errands to the store. They get a call from her caller ID expecting her to have forgotten something but it’s a police officer or paramedic telling them she’s been in an accident. Thank you!

Is this Mr Sainz? - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Verstappen Reader x (Brother) Max Verstappen

Plot: You get into a car crash when shopping for the first food shop before a race weekend.

You were used to driving, it was literally your job at a professional level as a driver in Formula One driver. And you were good too, having 3 wins under your belt in only your third year in the sport.

Sometimes it felt like you only had your seat because you were a Verstappen, but racing was in your blood and you were becoming just as much of a menance as your brother on track.

You also had your boyfriend Carlos who you’d been dating since you were in F2. You never thoughtyou’d make it as far as F1, but after proving yourself in your F2 season, and not struggling too much without power steering, you were promoted.

Having Carlos and Max on track with you was so fun as you were always teasing and making jokes with each other especially in interviews and on Thursday media days.

Carlos and Max however hated the fact that they had to race you and track an that you were good enough to actually fight for position with the pair of them. They were both pretty worried about you before they got into the car. Once they were on track they both tried to consider you as just another car, but admitidly that was pretty hard.

They never thought about you normally driving… it was such a mundane thing compared to driving round tracks at around 250mph.

“Hello is this Mr Sainz?” the call came through whilst Carlos, Max, Lando, Oscar, Charles and Pierre were all in the hotel lobby just waiting around having drinks and talking. It was your caller ID so Carlos didnt think anything off it when he picked it up to here … well not you on the other end.

You were out, getting some snacks for in the hotel room. Everyone had sent you their orders and you’d gone out by yourself wanting some time alone ahead of the race weekend.

You were walking around the large shop, picking out what was given from the list before heading to the checkout. It was getting kind of late, and it was media day tomorrow so you wanted to go back as soon as possible.

“Hi, how are you?” You smile at check out lady who looks shocked to see you before starting to scan your items.

“I’m okay! How are you?” she asks back still looking over you in shock and you try not to chuckle at her reaction.

“I’m pretty good, just shopping for some snacks for my friends. This was the nearest place, its really nice in here” you smile as you take the items off her and pack them into one of your reusable bags.

“That’s gonna set you back $82.52” she says, her American accent coming through. You smile and shake your head.

“On snacks, my god I forgot how many people I was buying for” you chuckle handing over your black card and putting the food back into the trolley.

“Thank you so much! You’ve been so helpful!” you smile before you walk outside going to the car you had rented and loading up the boot of the car.

“Yes this is he” he says with a confused look, furrowing across his brows as he glances a the group who are also looking over to him.

“You are listed here as the emerency contact for a Y/N Verstappen yes?” the voice asks and Carlos feels his heart skip a beat. He looked over to Max, who was now chatting and joking around with Lando.

“Hold for one second please” he says before muting the call.

“Max, come outside. Now…” Carlos says gruffy, before walking outside to a quiet area where there arent any people to interrupt.

“Yes I am the emergency contact for Y/N Verstappen” Carlos sighs and Max freezes.

“She’s been in an accident and we are requesting you and a Max Vertsappen, her second emergency contact at he hospital immedielty” he explains and Max and Carlos share a look.

“What happened?” Max asks, a pause from the officer slighty confused at the different accent change.

“Whos this?”

“I’m her brother Max Vertsappen” he says, his tone cold.

“Well, it looks like she was coming back from the shops and a drunk driver ran through a red light and went into the side of her car crossing the road. She’s in surgery right now but that’s all i can confirm right now” he offers and tears build up in Carlos’ eyes. Max is sort of frozen in shock before he shakes himself out of it.

“We’ll be there as soon as possible, St David’s I’m guessing?” he asks and gets cofirmation from the officer before hanging up Carlos’ phone for him.

“Carlos come on” Max says pulling at his fellow drivers wrist who is now the frozen one with a blank look on his face.

“I-“ he starts but cant say anything.

“Carlos come on, this cant wait!” Max exclaims before the older man wakes himself up from his daze and follows Max to the lobby where their friends are waiting.

“Can one of you drive us to the hospital, we’re both to irratic to be behind the wheel right now” Max asks, looking at everyone who’d stopped their convrsations the minute the absent duo had come back in.

“What? What’s happened are you. okay?” Charles asks standing up.

“It’s Y/N she got into a car crash, drunk driver or something and she’s in the hospital right now” Carlos explains to the group.

“I’ll drive!” Lando agrees quickly, before taking them out to his McLaren, Carlos sat next to him while Max sat in the back.

“Whoever did this is going to pay” Max spits out angrily, tapping against the back of Lando’s seat.

“She’ll be okay, she’s like the strongest person i know” Lando replies looking in the rear view mirror at Max before concentrating back on the road.

They get to the hospital in record time running into the emergency department trying to look for Y/N.

“I’m going to go get some flowers and chocolate for her, you guys let me know the room shes in yeah?” Lando says knowing that they just want to ask and see how she is.

They nod the younger driver off before hounding the receptionist with questions.

“Is Y/N Verstappen here?” Carlos asks.

“She was in a car crash, an officer said she was in surgery?” Max asks.

“She’s an F1 Driver has her team been informed about the accident, what about her family?” Carlos asks.

“Slow down. I unfortunaltley dont have the answer to any of those questions but the first. She’s here, I’m not sure if she’s out of surgry yet but I will. page her doctor to come see you both. Please in the meantime take a seat” she directs them to the smaller and more privte waiting area.

Carlos takes a seat first his head in his hands while Max starts to make calls to his mum and dad and ther sister letting them know what was going on and telling them the limited knowlege he had on the situation.

In the time they’d been waiting, it had gotten out to h general public that you’d been in a car crash and articles and posts had been made online regarding the situation.

“For Y/N Verstappen?” a lady calls in a longwhite coat clipbaord in hand. Carlos’ head lifts up from his hands and he steps up towards the lady as Max hangs up.

“Yes?” Max asks looking over to the doctor.

“Your sister Y/N is out of surgery, it was hard work but she’ll make a full recovery in time. She’s a fighter and we really thought we’d lost her for a second. She’s asleep right now but you can visit” she smiles offering to guide them through the area.

“Thank you” Carlos’ cries pulling Max in for a hug, leaning agaisnt his shoulder before they follow the doctor through to your room.

You were asleep on the hospital bed, some wires and other medical tech strapped up to you and Max never thought he’d see you like this, he’s prayed you’d never ever be in this situation. He hated seeing you, looking so fragile and vulnerable.

Eventually your anesthetic wore off and you were woken up to voices lightly talking and rays of sun bursting through the window. The first thing you notice is how relaxed your body is. Not that you knew right now but the morphine you were on for pain was making you very woozy.

“Mmmmmm” you groan as you try to move.

“Hey baby” you hear lightly from next to you, your eyes fluttering open to meet your boyfriends.

“Hi Carlos” you smile soflty looking at him and the worried look on his face.

That’s when yourmind becomes a little less fuzzy and you realsise you are neither at home or in the hotel.

“You were in a car crash, you had us worried” you hear your brother admit.

“Mmmm Max?” you asklooking around the room seeing the various flowers and cards and noticing it was a hospital room.

“We’re here” he smiles coming to stand the other side of the bed.

“We’ll always be here for you” Carlos adds, holding your hand.

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[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Under the Weather

Synopsis: You’re sick. George’s sick. Someone else is probably going to get sick. It’s an interesting last race in Abu Dhabi

young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid

A/N: this fic is pretty vague so i’m not going to give the reader a team or teammate, we just know that she’s a driver on the grid because that’s all we really need to know

. so

. you think you caught it in vegas

. it was colder than you were used to

. you barely got any sleep

. and even though you’re around hundreds of people every race weekend, las vegas felt more packed than a normal race would be

. and you were seated next to george, who’s been feeling sick for a few days at that point, for nearly all pre-race activities

. it was probably all of these combined that gave you a sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, and persistent cough

. you knew the second you woke up thursday morning

. “it’s going to be a shitty weekend”

. the grid, however, did not know until thursday afternoon

. you came into the press conference room, bundled up in a long sleeve and hoodie, nose red with a scratchy voice

. you sit beside an amused lewis, resisting all urges to lay your head against the back of the couch and drift off

. “you okay y/n?”

. the only response he gets is a groan and small shake of the head

. “i’ll get you some tea when we’re done here love, you’ll be okay”

. lewis, who was always your favorite but now has new reasons to be favored, lets you rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes while you all wait for the conference to begin

. word spreads by the end of the media day, and suddenly you have new reactions from the grid

. daniel walks through the paddock with you, never afraid of a little cough

. “lewis tells me you’ve been on your death bed over here. anything I can do?”

. he insist on giving you a hug and the recipe for chicken soup that he learned from his mum and now swears by

. max, who is afraid of a little cough, is the one who makes sure you’re not being harassed when trying to sleep

" max? who’s under the blanket-”

. “shush. she’s trying to sleep”

. “but who’s-”

. “I said shush”

. lando, a man who’s all too familiar with being clumsy, probably saves you a million times from walking into doorways, a drowsiness affect from the fever you keep insisting you don’t have

. he’ll keep a constant eye on you and hand on your shoulder as a precaution

. “let’s not go over there, that’s a wall”

. “y/n!”

. “mhm?” you’d say, eyes half closed with tiredness

. “that’s a door love, jeez, we should put a bell on you”

. carlos and charles, drivers who’ve had loads of experience taking care of sick younger siblings, make a team effort of ensuring you’re doing your best to get better

. “did you drink the water bottle I gave you?”

. “no”

. “did you drink anything today?”

. “no”

. “oh mon dieu you’re going to kill yourself like this”

. “just try to eat this okay? i know you’re not hungry amiga, but we have a race tomorrow, you need to eat something”

. “i got you more medicine, this one says it should take care of the cough and sneeze so you won’t have to worry about it during the race”

. and then there’s george, your sick partner in crime

. you two make a habit of trapping yourselves in one of your driver’s room

. half to prevent the sickness from spreading further, half to just be left alone

. you guys complain a lot

. take turns choosing movies to watch to pass the time

. reminding the other to take medicine, even though there’s a good chance that person probably hasn’t taken any medicine either

. and passing a bag of cough drops between each other

. as a teammate and friend, lewis tries to talk you two out of racing

. but neither budge

. you get into your car, nose still red and voice still scratchy

. and power through the race, just as you’d been taught to do

. george gets a podium and you get a good points finish, the best results you could’ve asked for considering the conditions

. and stumble out of your car once more, looking for a tissue and that chicken soup recipe

. you get checked on by multiple drivers, though the only response you’re able to give is a nod and thumbs up

. lewis accompanies you on your flight back home, and tries to help as much as you let him

. he feels a bit victorious when you say you wished you’d listen to him and not raced

. but the feeling is instantly replaced with sympathy for his friend, so he just nods and tells you to get some more rest

. after making sure you’re safe at home and surrounded by family and friends that swear on their hearts to take care of you, lewis leaves with congratulations on your season finish and wishes to get better

. you’re fine within a few days, you name the cause of your sickness “end of season fatiague” and ensure the drivers you made a full recovery by wednesday night

. so yeah

. it’s not fun at all to drive while you’re sick

. but it’s a bit easier when you have your friends looking out for you

short little f1 grid sick fic. let’s hope I didn’t just manifest myself a cold

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-four: dry humping

>>> hawks that’s it that’s the post!!

>>> starring: keigo takami x curvy!f!reader >>>cw: ur just so submissive n breedable he can’t help it, mild exhibitionism, no aftercare, mating press, creampie. >>> wc: 2.1k i’m sorry my LAPTOP >>> event masterlist

keigo is a busy—and forgetful—man. he forgot his lunch at home at least twice a week, though you were beginning to think it was just so you would get all prettied up and make your way to his office to bring it to him.

you do it every time, knowing without a doubt that your hero would work straight through lunch if he wasn’t looking at it sitting on his desk. between running his own agency and reporting to the hpsc and his sidekicks and the media—taking care of himself was the last thing on his mind. thank goodness for his lovely little lady who always made sure he slept and showered and ate. he would definitely be in ruin if it wasn’t for you. you were more than he deserves; soft, sweet, and so, so, sexy. you certainly knew how to ease the stress in his life and solve the ache in his heart.

and apparently, the rumbling in his stomach.

you always took special care of your appearance anytime you visited hawks at his agency. you don’t know why, necessarily, but you felt the need to look your best when you strut to the top floor of his prestigious building. maybe it’s your way of showing off, maybe you just want him to feel proud of his choice. either way, you put on your cutest dress and do your makeup in the style that he likes, packing his bento and dutifully walking to his office.

keigo noticed about halfway through his commute to work that he left his lunch at home. he could easily fly back to the house and pick it up, he wouldn’t even be late for his morning patrol given his quirk—but! he knows you’ll bring it. it’s a thursday and he hadn’t forgotten it all week—he didn’t want you thinking that he didn’t wanna see his girl during the work day now. he looked forward to his break today, smiling a little wider as he flew towards his agency with the knowledge that his little dove would be stopping by to spend it with him.

the first half of the day passes rather hectically—though that was considered normal in his experience. he was short in sidekicks today but not short on missions that needed to be completed. he had to cover more ground than usual because of it and he had to do an interview right before your unscheduled but definitely scheduled arrival.

but as soon as he hears the cute little heels he bought you clink against the tile of his agency, he’s nearly cured. the headache he was developing eases, tunnel vision clearing up and his brow relaxing visibly at the sight of you.

“little dove!!!” he chirps, a few of his feathers taking the bento off your hands like you were carrying some heavy load.

“you forgot your lunch again, keigo. if you want me to eat lunch with you, all you have to do is ask.” you give him a knowing look, lifting your leg so you could take a little seat on the corner of his desk. he smiles at you with the utmost admiration the entire time—gold avian eyes glowing with soft affection, though your yellow sundress was definitely darkening his thoughts the longer he stared at the sweetheart neckline.

“asking takes all the fun out of it, little bird.” he leans forward, kissing the tip of your nose before going back to the mess of papers scattered around. you can tell it’s been a long day already—his shifty eyes and fidgeting hands shuffling over endless blurs of words that he needed to organize before he allowed himself to get distracted with you.

you roll your eyes at both his response to you and his adhd style mess that somehow made perfect sense to him. you pry the lid off the top of his bento, unstacking the little boxes to prepare to force feed him if necessary. you toss your hair over your shoulder, sliding off the desk to bend over his lap with your offering. he pretends to not notice what you’re doing—but you don’t understand. he has to. you basically have your tits in his face and he’s so stressed out that just the sight of his soft, warm pillows have him ready to risk it all. he can smell your sweet perfume, some of your stubborn hair still tickling his stubble-covered jaw.

“keigo…” you raise your brow, his gaze trained on your cleavage makes it clear that he was just lost in thought, not in paperwork. not that you cared—you thought his workload was ridiculous and that he was much harder on himself than he deserved. “you need to eat.” you huff, and your tone snaps him out of his dirty day dreams. he leans forward and takes the food off your extended chopsticks, smiling up at you innocently.

“wanna eat you instead.” he pouts, swiftly turning your wrist so you wouldn’t be able to hold onto the chopsticks before tugging you into his lap. you would chuff at such a cheesy reply—especially given his usual creativity, but he doesn’t give you the chance. he’s feeling at the fat of your hips, letting his face fall forward into the swollen mounds of your breasts. you giggle at the feeling of his scruff against your flesh, wet lips tracking over your chest. that feels far less funny, especially as his hands slide to your waist and back to your thighs; you find yourself arching into him and panting softly, trying to keep your volume down.

he just couldn’t help himself. you were such a relief in more ways than one, and he needed you to work your magic. it felt like he was the magician though, his hand moving further north to ghost over your cunt, your dress hiked up enough for him to tell his little dove isn’t wearing any underwear. how thoughtful of you, truly. it seems to him you wanted to relieve him too—of course his sweetness would.

your fingers knit in his hair as he cups your exposed pussy—warm and already slick for him. he grins a bit, looking up at you with his same love-filled gaze. he guides your need down on his lap—making your clit catch on his pants so deliciously your cheeks warm. he was biting his lip at the cute way you tug on his hair and struggle to be quiet.

“keep it down, pretty. don’t wanna get hawks in trouble, yeah?” he taunts a little—all part of his relief, you know. watching you wrestle to control yourself was so adorable, he just had to see more. his hands speed you up as his other hand pulls down the neckline of your sexy little dress.

you nod eagerly, hips humping up into him in order to chase that addicting burn in your stomach. you knew he’d give it to you—he wasn’t that mean, but he certainly wanted to see you squirm. you bite down on your lip to muffle your whines, feeling the intensity claw at your lungs to leave you gasping as softly as you could manage. he grins, a smug expression of his control over you as you nod vigorously—a silent sign that you were about to reach your end.

he nods to permiss it, eyes trained on how your fat tits bounce with your stuttering hips. he flickers up to watch your face, your mouth hung open in a perfect o—complimenting your crossed eyes. he chuckled a little, leaning up to kiss over your chest and wrap his arms around you with a knowing look.

“aw, my lil dove could hardly hold it together!” he giggles, the imprint of his dick shifting against your sensitive slit as he stood.

“mhm, ‘s hard to be quiet for you daddy.” you nod in agreement, pouting at him while securing your hold around his neck.

“poor baby—let’s go to the roof so you can be as loud as you want..” he purrs despite his avian nature. you bite your lip at the suggestion, just as riveting and tempting as the first time he offered to take you up there.

“need more of you—don’t care where.” you kiss at his jawline, only making his wings twitch with excitement for you. then the wind is whipping through your hair as keigo takes you to ‘his v.i.p. lounge.’

he lands smoothly as always, the blanket he leaves up for his lunch breaks with you serving as the barrier between your near naked form and the cool tile lurking beneath. he’s got you on your back instantly, shrugging out of his jacket and working on his belt with great haste. he’s focused on your impatient body, the slick coating your thighs and the light hickies he placed earlier combined with your needy face and spread legs had him fumbling to get his dick in you as soon as humanly possible. his pants drop to his knees and he pulls your hips forward, playing around in the mess he’s made of you. you whine at his teasing, shaking your head with a pout.

he chuckles, pushing your knees up to your ears as he sinks into your waiting cunt. his head falls back at how you fit around him. there was no pussy like this in the entire world, and he would fuck you like it.

“gah—ah~” you moan out at the weight of him nestled inside your body—the perfect movements he settled into to build that fire in your gut again, and this was just the beginning; two of his feathers flocked to your chest to rub against your perky nipples.

your back arches at the sensation, and he begins to fuck into you harder. you’re so intoxicating to him, you’re perfect and pliant nature—your stunning face and even more beautiful soul had him by the balls.

and then his phone rings. he groans, sending it to voicemail with a click—rutting against your womb at a pace most men would falter in. but then they call back, and he realizes that it has to be important. he listens to the voicemail message—and his suspicions were right. emergency in kyoto.

“gotta make this quick, darlin’. got some trouble a little bit away…gonna be a good girl and let me use my pretty pussy?” he asks, tossing his phone over his shoulder. you nod, his pace hadn’t slowed even while he was listening to the call, making you

a pile of mush already. you would let him do anything to you, and you weren’t sure he’d even have to ask.

“knew you would. so good for me to use.” he coos to you, languidly dragging his cock through your walls. you can feel every ridge of his dick, hitting every spot almost magically. your head rolls along your blanket, screaming for him just like he wanted. you can tell he’s working hard to finish—to fuck you and then go do his job, sweat beads along his hairline, pearly teeth digging at his lip. “geez you’re such a good sleeve for daddy. want to be full, little dove?”

he doesn’t know where to look. your gorgeous cunt sucking him in, your perfect tits bouncing in time with every brutal slam of his hips to your ass. how would he choose? how about your mouth forming perfect prayers of his name or your eyes rolling back in your head as he pins you down and makes you take it.

“fuck—daddy! please—“ you were so close, on the precipice of something intense and earth shattering. this wasn’t like earlier, the fire was uncontrollable and you couldn’t hold it much longer.

“gonna cum baby girl—just like that, fuck yeah.” he pants, guiding your hips forward to meet his insane thrusts. he spills his load, stilling his hips before you could tip off that precious precious edge—and you knew immediately he did it on purpose. you were his relief, he had to hurry! but don’t worry, keigo won’t leave you wanting for long.

he leans over to give you a quick smooch, tucking himself back into his pants and fixing his belt, giving you that same smug grin as he reaches for his jacket.

“lunch was delicious babe. dinner will be even better, i’ll see you at home!!” he coos, pecking your lips once more for good measure before he’s just a flash of scarlet in the clouds.

you’re still reeling, head spinning from denial and the feeling of his seed pearling down your legs. once you’ve finally got your breath, you’ve rationalized his departure. you knew he had a crazy day today—it really wasn’t his fault. plus, he was going to make it up to you when he got off tonight. but…wait a minute.

how the fuck are you getting off this roof?

[the-offside-rule]

Fernando Alonso (McLaren era) - Envious pt.2

A part 2 to Envious

Fernando walked into the paddock on the Thursday for his usual media stuff. His PR manager had brought him around, filling him I on what questions most interviewers would be asking him. Whilst they walked into the interviewing area, glancing around for Y/n. He was quite desperate to see her. He found himself having to watch her past interviews just to make the feeling of missing her go away. How could be miss her? He wasn't even with her? They weren't exactly on speaking terms. "Can we start with ITV?" He asked, eager to see Y/n. "Just get it over with? Of course." They made their way over to ITV. Fernando looked up, expecting to see Y/n but instead seeing a different girl. He crossed his arms, a confused look on his face. "Where is Y/n?" He asked. "You'll be happy to learn, she has a segment to do with Lewis for ITV." His PR manager told him, preparing her voice recorder. "No." He mumbled. "Pardon?"

"I won't do the interview for ITV unless it is Y/n asking the questions. Where is she?" The ITV production team exchanged uneasy glances. "I don't think she can change her segment, Fernando." One of them said. "I'll worry about that. I would like Y/n to interview me. We'll be back when Y/n is." He said walking away and leaving a few confused souls. Fernando went about doing his interviews but he kept glancing over at the ITV crowd, hoping he would see Y/n but each time he looked over, disappointment struck. Y/n was on the other side of the paddock, getting ready to start her segment when she got a call from her boss. "Im about to turn my phone off. I have to go do this segment." Y/n said as she answered the phone. "The segment can wait. You're needed in the interview pen." She couldnt believe the words being said to her. "I don't understand. Did Darcy just get up and leave?" She asked. "No, but Alonso is being specific about who is interviewing him and he'd like you to interview him." She chuckled. "Well, if only we were accommodating."

"We are. He's refusing to do interviews with us until you are back." She rolled her eyes. "He is so childish. He's just bored. Darcy will do." Y/n protested. "No, we need the Fernando interview." She threw her arms in the air. "It's an interview that will last two minutes! I worked so hard to get this Lewis interview!" She was near shouting at this stage. "Sleeping with the driver in question does not mean you worked hard for it." She felt her heart drop with those words. "I didn't and I won't ever sleep my way to where I want to go." She hung up and groaned.

ITV had been panicking, but eventually located Y/n, who seemed stressed and preoccupied and angry, which when interviewing Fernando became normal. Fernando turned to see her talking sternly to the girl that was interviewing. He hoped he didn't get her in trouble but at the end of the day, he finally got Y/n. He walked towards her, his PR manager following behind closely.

"Y/n." He said approaching Y/n. She didn't look up. "Fernando." She replied, engrossed in the papers she held. "What's wrong with my intern?" Y/n asked as Fernando walked towards her. "Too boring. I want a little fun in these things." He smiled. "And you are a child." She said, taking out her notebook and pen. As Y/n prepped for the interview, flicking through her countless pages, Fernando decided to begin his redemption (if you could call it that) and share a warm smile with her. "How are you today?" he asked, catching her off guard. She looked up confused. Stumbling over her words, she replied, "I'm... I'm good, thank you. How about you, Fernando?" He chuckled. "I'm doing well. I was worried you weren't going to interview me today." He said. "Believe me, I wanted the segment with Lewis but you pushed for me to interview you." He clenched his jaw. "That must has set me back a bit but I'm intrigued, why do you want me to interview you?" She asked. "You bring a smile to my face. How about that?" Y/n kept her skepticism. "Okay. Ready to roll?" She asked her camera man.

Confused but intrigued, Y/n began the interview. "Hello, Fernando. Its a new race week here in Malaysia. Are you hoping hoping to better than your P2 last race weekend?" She asked, trying to add a harshness in the fact he had P3. "Well, of course. The Race was difficult last week with Kimi doing so well in the Ferrari and obviously, as a driver you always have to strive to be the best at what you do. I feel like it would be the same for journalists which is why why are as highly regarded as you are." He smiled. Y/n pulled a face. Did he just....compliment her? What was he up to?

"Do you think that long-term, you could beat Ferrari in the constructors or even beat them to the driver championship?" Fernando took a deep breath in. "Well, it's always tricky to pin-point these things but I think I could get there with the help of McLaren and obviously my teammate." He replied. "Something tells me your teammate won't be as willing to help you as you think." She remarked. "Something or someone?" He joked, making the few people surrounding them laugh. She felt her face heat up at what he was implying. "Sorry, that was unprofessional, but to finish that question off, I think-" to her surprise, Fernando's apology was laced with genuine kindness and humility. The tension that usually filled the air between them dissipated, replaced by an unexpected camaraderie. She didn't entirely believe him, she still thought he was up to something but until she could put her finger on it, she had to bite her tongue.

"But yeah, if he wants to help me he can. It's not my job." He answered. "Thank you Fernando." She said, concluding the interview. "You seem pretty tense today." Fernando said. "Why are you still here?" She asked, handing her notebook to Darcy. "Can you please write this up for the article. Thanks." She brought her attention back to Fernando. "What? J thought you'd be happy to see me." She scoffed. "Yeah, right." Fernando thought for a moment. He didn't wanna leave her just yet, he wanted to talk to her more. He had gone ages without seeing her.

"How about a joke?" He offered. "What?" Was he serious? "What does a bee do in the gym?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Zum-ba." The camera crew looked at eachother confused. "It makes sense in Spanish. Because its like 'qué hace una abeja en el gimnasio?' Zum-ba! But in English it makes no sense." She found herself giggling along, knowing the joke since she spoke spanish. "I know, I know." She found herself laughing harder and harder at how bad the joke was and how Fernando explaining it somehow made it much funnier. "You're crying!" Fernando laughed, pointing at Y/n as she wiped her tears away.

"I never thought I'd see the day when you and I would share a laugh." She admitted. "Again." He said. Y/n looked at him bewildered. "What?" She asked. "Well we have shared laughs before so you never thought you'd see the day we would share a laugh again." She smiled, reminiscent of her first ever motorsport interview, back when Fernando was in Minardi. "I'm surprised you remember that far back." She smiled. Fernando grinned. "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?" Y/n nodded. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" Fernando smiled and agreed. "What's with the sudden change? We've had our fair share of clashes in the past and now you're refusing to answer to anyone other than me."

Fernando tried to think of an answer that didn't completely include the truth but still add a hint or two. "Sometimes, it's good to leave the past behind and start anew. Besides, life is too short for unnecessary feuds." He said, stretching his hand out. "Hopefully, we can just be friends now." He said. Y/n reluctantly took his hand and shook it before he bid farewell to everyone and left, leaving confused souls behind.

That evening, Y/n had to rewrite Darcy's work which led to a late night, and a lot of coffee. As she was writing, she heard her phone ringing, eith the caller ID of 'The Boss' on it. She answered, holding in yawn. "Hello?" She questioned, still writing away. "I didn't expect you to be awake at this time." He said. "Well, you know me. I'm always up late for work." She said, a hint of bitterness still in her voice from their earlier conversation. "Yes, well I'm calling became McLaren gave me a ring. Your segment with Lewis can be done tomorrow after qualifying." She smiled. "Aw, he's a gem for reorganising it." She chuckled. "It wasnt Lewis." She knotted her eyebrows in confusion. "Was it his PR people?"

"No actually. It was Fenrnado." She stopped writing. "Fernando?" Fernando had rescheduled it. "He said he felt bad about pulling you away from the segment with Lewis. The marketing team over there are not happy about Fernando giving them an earful this evening so I'd say go over and just thank them." Her boss said. "An earful?"

"Yes, he said bugging them all evening to fit you in for your segment. You're all about the questions today." She nodded along. "Yeah, yeah. I- mmh. Perks of being an interviewer. Look, I'll call you back tomorrow. In just finishing this up for the weekend preview. I'll send it on over when it's done." She said hanging up the phone and looking out her window into nothing. What alternate dimension was she in that Fernando was so nice? Did he hit his head or something? What was with him. It was weird, it was strange.

The day after, Fernando was walking into the paddock. His trainer had gone in before him but since Fernando forgot his pass he had to run back to the car and grab it quickly. "Fernando!" He turned, expecting to see a fan but instead spotted Y/n, jogging towards him. "Ah, good morning, Y/n." He smiled. "How are you, my friend?" He asked as she caught up. "I"m good, you?" She asked. "I'm doing good. Thank you." He replied. "Um, I just wanted tk say thank you for rescheduling that interview." She said. "Oh, that was nothing. It was simply a thank you for interviewing me and changing your plans up." He turned to face her. "It's what friends do." He scanned his pass and let her go in first, before scanning his own pass. "So, are you looking forward to your interview with Lewis?" He asked as they walked in the paddock. "I'm not with Lewis." She said. He looked at her, a grin on his face. "I didn't say you were. I said-"

"I know, but everyone thinks im with Lewis. My boss even thinks I slept with him but-" She paused. "I don't know why I told you. I'll go." She said quickly. "Wait, wait. We'll since you are not eith Lewis and I am most definitely not with anyone-" Y/n looked as her face turned red from embarrassment. "How about we head out after the race. Just as friends, nothing more." A smile tugged at her lips, before she agreed. "Very good, I'll be seeing you around." Fernando smiled, and disappeared into the McLaren hospitality while Y/n walked around as muddled as the day before.

[zuyoo]

s-aint. yūta x afab!reader, ﹙외설﹚ drabble

CONTENT WARNING — college setting, mdni! suggestive content, mastermind yūta (real), mentions of onIyf4ns, jerking off, subtle pervy themes.

SYNOPSIS — wherein the classroom’s good boy, okkotsu yūta, finds out the quiet girl’s secret… your secret.

ZUYOO’S NOTES — ohoho dirty, dirty boy (i love him) p.s. click the “s” in s-aint to see the masterlist!!

given how much people ask for his assistance on a daily basis, how come you’ve never asked for his help? it was concerning, unsettling, suspicious even.

it bothered him to the extent that he tried to find any way to help you, and grabbed those chances every time he does.

you emitted an aura that entices him. as in… if you were in a crowd of people, he would immediately notice where you were standing. an aura that captivates him… like, a sense of familiarity?

“good morning, [name].”

“oh, hey! good morning, [name].”

“you’re early today, [name]. good morning.”

he greeted you with delight, every. single. day. asking you questions regarding your morning to lengthen the conversation. he could sense your hesitance at first, but you grew comfortable with it eventually.

he loved feeling a sense of responsibility. the concept of him being the “reliable” one excites him. though, being the only one people usually depend on is tiring. to why he could never be more grateful of his apartment, his safe space to be himself.

he finally gets his peace and quiet, his alone time, where no one can see and disturb him from doing what he wants.

it would be such a sight to see the class’ renowned saint just jerking himself off, on his bed, to a girl on social media… right?

what would he ever do if someone were to catch him moaning out a name of some girl he doesn’t even know and haven’t even seen yet?

he discovered an account called ‘kissnyx’ on a random frustrating monday, who would’ve thought that it would turn into an addiction? certainly not yūta, himself.

after forming a habit of scrolling through “nyx”’s account, he looked forward to getting home as soon as possible and finally being able to let out some frustration. it didn’t take long before the said habit turned into a hyper fixation.

yūta is simply lucky that he still has the right amount of dignity and control to keep up with his image in school.

yūta, as a class representative, is usually the one who arranges papers of the class; test papers, assessments, projects, and such. where he noticed your name. your scores in some subjects were great—the others were… below average? per se.

which is when he suggested to your professor to allow him to tutor you and get your grades up on your weak subjects.

being the saint yūta is, the professor agreed there and then. the professor immediately contacted you regarding the tutoring session.

the professor was about to do everything himself, the schedule and such, but yūta volunteered to handle it and asked for your contact so that he could contact you instead.

“my, my. you’re such an angel, yūta! well, now that that’s settled. you can check my class record for her contact number.”

“thank you, professor.”

he saw this chance to finally be able to help you with something without you asking for his help. and a chance to get closer to another classmate. he has an image to keep up, he needs to feel self satisfaction in what he does before he can actually rest.

not so saintly of him, right?

it kind of looked painfully obvious that he was desperate to help you, as if he liked you. but given that he helps everyone around him, people disregarded his action towards you since it was “the normal” for yūta anyways.

as per the agreement, you two only met for your tutoring sessions on tuesdays and thursdays. it felt awkward during the first few sessions, but it didn’t take long for the both of you to feel comfortable in each other’s presence.

this is also the time when yūta slowly notices the small things, the small habits that you do that is somehow constantly reminding him of the account kissnyx.

as much as he tried to disregard it, it bothered him. your very presence bothered him because it felt… odd? for some reason.

his gut feeling felt that the [name] he was getting to know isn’t really who you are… but that would be impossible, right? you’re too innocent and quiet. he couldn’t imagine you being someone like “nyx”.

like, sure… you have the beauty- and the body… that a guy would love. given how you dress up in school, no one really notices how beautiful you looked. but then again, you and nyx were two completely different people. maybe it was just his delusion.

it was obvious that you were covering your tattoos because it was against the dress code, so perhaps the tattoo you could barely cover with concealer that he saw in between your… defined… collarbones were coincidentally the same like nyx’s.

perhaps you both also coincidentally share the way you cover your faces with your hands when you’re flustered or embarrassed.

maybe it’s just a coincidence that your nails were the same colors as hers that one wednesday.

or that you both have a similar mole near your smooth shoulders.

sure, there were one too many coincidences, but he’s trying his best to not think of your face when his fingers were wrapped around his cock, stroking it as nyx’s moans can be heard in the background.

was it a crush? no… not really… right? but the thought of you possibly being the person behind his one and only favorite alter account…? fuck.

he felt so- dirty. thinking of his innocent, quiet classmate while he fucks his fist in his pitch dark room, filling it with the sound of his groans and slick from the constant pumping.

“shit- need y’… i need [name]-”

his actions stilled, even he was surprised by what he just said. did he just moan out your name?

his cock twitching from the sudden loss of friction but he couldn’t give a fuck less. your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly… too smooth to his liking. he knew that very moment that he wanted you with him… he needed you with him.

masterlist.

—rbs & comments r highly appreciated!!

© zuyoo — do not copy, plagiarize, or translate my work without my permission. i only upload my work in tumblr.

[chocolate-floof]

So while I'm literally punching air over my menstrual pain I thought up a Vought reader scenario with a little real life inspo and would love to see other expand on this idea if they also find it interesting or funny. So, reader ofc works for Vought, they don't really ever work with supes in person as their still climbing the corporate ladder but they do their job well. The only time they've ever spoke to anybody even remotely close to the seven was when Ashley had come to them to ask for an update on homelanders points, as they work on the social media team at Vought, their job in the team was to basically scrub the internet for the publics opinion on vought. They've seen some SHIT from it, including the more... Vulgar displays of the publics opinion from homelander, but they have have to persevere to get that sweet paycheck every Thursday. Growing up in a area where people are normally on the more 'family friendly' with the way they speak had left them severely underprepared for the confidence that the anonymity of the Internet gave people, which allowed them to say basically anything, and they certainly did. Sometimes leading them to go to the bathroom to try and stave of the nausea. They themselves are more of a loner, staying to themselves often time felling awkward and scared of talking their everyday coworker. Sleep deprivation and overworking themselves to try and run from the imposter syndrome constantly eating at them. Your average corporate wage slave one might say. But one day, waking up with a rare dose of confidence that lasted through out the day, they decided they were going to go to a small office party they were going to be having later on that night. They decided to wear a very ~complimenting~ outfit/dress when they go. Homelander is there, he doesn't have anything better to do and he's bored so he sits in on the party, watching. No one comes to him, everybody knows how he can be to those he deems lesser than him. They don't really think about this as they look at him sitting alone in the corner with a far off look in his eyes, their sympathy genuinely clouding their better judgement. They walk up to him unannounced, nearly startling him as they said "hi." in a quiet tone with a small smile. He looks over, suddenly hearing them next to him, further away than he had thought, it sounded like you had spoken directly into his ear. "Hello?" He said, genuinely confused at why you had just walked up to him. "A-are you enjoying the party?" They ask, trying to start a small conversation. He almost immediately snaps into his 'work face' "oh yeah, it's nice that you guys have these... Little.. get-togethers. I, uh.. I like the work you guys do here, you guys do... alot for Vought, we'd be NOWHERE without.. you guys!" He gives a little chuckle afterwards. They, immediately felt like the entire sentence was nearly.. rehearsed? Fake? It just wasn't right but they tried not to let their anxiety and paranoia get the best of them and respond with a "thank you, that definitely means a lot coming from you." They were fighting their nerves suddenly feeling cold all over. "I'm glad that I can help Mister.homelander, sir" they imagine slamming their face against every surface possible as they they choke, suddenly feeling like a golf ball was in their throat, sweat collecting in their hair. Before they can manage to squeeze anything out another man walk up to them, tapping them on the shoulder. They turn to him and he asks them out. They immediately feel the ball in their throat get even bigger, thinking of a way to get out, to just go before they suddenly burst into tears. "N-No..." They say before just turning and walking out as fast as they could straight to the elevators and back home. homelander was very confused at what had just happened, how quick their emotions had just rose and fallen in quick succession suddenly feeling his curiosity peaked. The next day he comes to visit the office area, asking for you describing your appearance.

"Oh you mean y/n? Their fucking tweaking in the bathroom right now" answer one of them

"what?"

"Their freaking out." They supply

"Why?"

"read this."

"WHAT THE FUCK"

[formulauno98]

Once Upon a Time in Austria | Chapter Seven

Sneaking around can be fun. Until your arch rival threatens to spill the beans, live on air.

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys and girls) 🌶

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

THURSDAY PM

Having flown into Vienna that morning for sponsorship meetings and now barrelling along the autobahn towards Spielberg at 300kph, you couldn’t help but feel excited for the impending Austrian Grand Prix. You’d sat it out last year as you’d had media commitments in London and had had a strong case of FOMO when the team returned home with tales of their weekends. From what you’d heard it had been a weekend of debauched celebrations, something that seemed to bond the team like nothing else.

A week had passed since Silverstone and again you’d hardly seen Toto. He’d left almost immediately after Silverstone for his place in Vienna, in a bid to spend some rare time with his children in their hometown. Although you were disappointed that you hadn’t yet made it to your official second date you were pleased that he finally had some downtime. He was stressed and as far as you knew, hadn’t taken a down day since the beginning of the season.

He’d continued texting you every day, sweet morning and goodnight messages that surprised you every time. He was good at separating business from pleasure and had continued to channel everything business related through Lara and Sophie, something that you were thankful for. You were looking forward to seeing him on the Friday and hoping you might get to spend some time together at some point over the weekend.

Glancing out of the window, you could appreciate the beauty of the Austrian countryside. Vast expanses of rolling green hills, almost mountainous, with swathes of dark forest and pretty houses dotted around, it was picture perfect. You smiled knowing that this was Toto’s home Grand Prix, one that he always looked forward to. 

It wasn’t long before your driver pulled into the track-adjacent campground that you’d be calling home for the next three days. You’d only stayed in a motorhome once before, in Zandvoort last year, as you’d joined later in the season and the travel team hadn’t been able to secure you a hotel room. As you were new to the team they’d eased you in and tried to keep the motorhomes to a minimum but this season Toto had made it clear that he wanted you nearby, cutting down commuting time. Trackside motorhomes were normally reserved for the drivers and anyone likely to work late. The only saving grace was that you at least had your own private space. The social team and the press team had to share their respective motorhomes and you didn’t envy them and their tight bunks in the slightest.

As your car rolled through the entrance you spied plenty of familiar faces wandering around. Sometimes Formula One felt like a travelling circus and when half the paddock were camping together the feeling was amplified. Soon enough you spotted Lara and Sophie, chatting away with cups of coffee in their hands.

“Can you please stop here?” you asked Frank, your driver.

“Of course ma’am,” he said, coming to a gentle stop and jumping out to open the door for you.

“Good afternoon ladies,” you said brightly, “How are you both?”

“Good, thank you, how was Vienna?” asked Sophie with a smile, Lara nodding with a strange look on her face.

“Everything went as well as it could have,” you said, raising your eyebrow at Lara.

“Glad to hear it. Do you know where your motorhome is?” asked Sophie, seemingly oblivious to her colleague’s standoffish behaviour.

“No actually, that’s why I asked Frank to stop when I saw you both,” you explained.

“Ah no worries, I can show you.” Sophie said kindly, “It’s just a bit further down, maybe I can ask Frank to drive with your luggage?”

“Sure, that would be great thanks.” you said, continuing to look at Lara with a puzzled look as Sophie went to direct your driver, “Everything okay Lara?”

“Yes, I’m just surprised you have your own motorhome.” she said, her face like thunder, “I have to share with Sophie, Emily and Olivia. I thought you’d share with Toto.”

You shook your head, looking around to make sure no one could overhear. Thankfully Sophie was busy directing Frank, “Lara, I thought we had been over this. We are being discreet and not bringing our potential relationship into the workplace.”

“Only potential?” Lara smirked, “I thought Toto was ready to get down on one knee the way he was talking.”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course he’s not. And need I remind you that Sophie does not know so I would appreciate your discretion.”

“Of course,” she smiled, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, “I thought you would arrive with him though, I thought you were in Vienna together.”

“You know full well he went to see his children, I had meetings. Not that it’s any of your business but I haven’t seen him for a week,” you said, annoyed that Lara still hadn’t let things go.

“Interesting. Maybe it’s not that serious then,” she said, still smiling coldly.

“Give over Lara,” you said exasperated as Sophie made her way back over. “All good Sophie?”

“Yes, he said he’ll drive us down.” Sophie replied with a smile, “Shall we go now?”

“Sure, I was just saying goodbye to Lara,” you said, shooting her a death stare as you made your way back towards the car with Sophie in tow.

“See you later,” said Lara, in a tone that suggested she hoped she didn’t.

“Indeed,” you said, dipping into the car.

As Sophie slid in beside you, she closed the door behind you and turned your way, “What’s up with you and Lara?”

Not surprised that Sophie had clocked your hostility, you sighed as you thought about what to say, “It’s a long story but she’s not happy with Toto and me because we scheduled some meetings without her knowing.”

“Oh, I see,” said Sophie, “I know this is going to sound weird but I think she’s jealous of you.”

Your head whipped around, “What do you mean?”

Sophie looked down and fiddled with her hands, “Look, please don’t say anything to her but she keeps making remarks about how much time you spend with Toto. She said you were in Vienna together.”

Trying not to betray your anger, you replied, “Thank you, Sophie, that’s interesting. I wonder why she thought that?”

Sophie looked very awkward, “I think she thinks something is going on with you two.”

Laughing it off, you replied, “Me and Toto. Sheesh no.”

Sophie smiled, “That’s what I said. He’s literally old enough to be your Dad and grumpy all the time. Honestly, though, I think Lara fancies him or something, she’s way too involved in his life.”

You laughed, relieved that Sophie found the idea of you and Toto too absurd to comprehend, “Perhaps, Stockholm syndrome?”

Sophie giggled before leaning forward to talk to the driver, “Frank, it’s just here.”

You’d reached your motorhome, a silver monstrosity penned in by a larger white one. Getting out of the car you took it in, turning to Sophie, “It’s not exactly the W is it?” You gestured at the neighbouring white motorhome, “Is this where you’re staying?”

“They’re okay inside!” she said chirpily. “Ours is in the next street down, next to the mechanics. You’re neighbours with Toto.”

You shook your head, “For fucks sake, of course I am.”

Sophie laughed, “I knew it, I told Lara you’d be pissed. C’mon, let me show you around.”

As you followed Sophie up the stairs into your motorhome you were pleasantly surprised. This was much nicer than the one you’d stayed in at Zandvoort, it had a small kitchenette area, a large ivory l-shaped sofa and a decent amount of floor space. 

“See, it’s nice!” said Sophie.

“I will admit, it’s actually okay.” you said, glancing around, “Where’s the bathroom?”

“So, that’s the only thing, your bathroom is pretty small.” Sophie led you to a narrow door and opened it to reveal an incredibly tiny shower, toilet and sink situation. “We have a tub, so if you do want a bath, please don’t hesitate to come over to ours.”

“That’s very kind, let’s see how the weekend goes.” you said, “It’s not that bad to be fair.”

“I figured you’d say that,” said Sophie, closing the door and leading you through into what was a sizable bedroom. “And here’s your bedroom.”

“Ok, this is actually nice,” you admitted begrudgingly, taking in the large bed, full of plump scatter cushions and large TV mounted on the wall opposite.

“For sure!” said Sophie, “We have bunk beds!”

“Oof, okay you win.” you said laughing, “I’m sure it will be fine, Emily and Olivia are nice girls.”

Sophie laughed as she made her way back into the living area where Frank had kindly dropped your luggage, “But not Lara?”

Following her out you raised your eyebrows at your assistant, “She’s fine. Like I said before, just be careful.”

“Don’t worry, since you told me that, I always am,” said Sophie, “I’m going to get going as I need to sort out some things with Tom in the hospitality area. Is there anything else you need before I go?”

“No that’s fine, thank you, Sophie,” you smiled, closing the door after her.

FRIDAY AM

Having had an early night you woke up early on Friday morning to your phone ringing. Wiping the sleep from your eyes you glanced down to see who was ringing you at such an unsociable hour. Squinting to read the screen in the darkness, you saw that it was none other than Toto.

Sitting up in bed you picked up, “Good morning, you do realise it’s six-fifteen right?”

“I know, but I wanted to see you.” came the familiar deep voice from the other end of the phone, “Look outside.”

Not sure what to expect, you got up, stretching widely as you put on your robe and padded out towards the living area. Glancing through the window you were met with the view of a smiling Toto, standing outside with a brown paper bag and a tray of hot drinks.

“Damn, this weird guy is standing outside,” you said down the phone, smirking at him through the glass.

“But what if I told you the weird guy had Kaiserschmarrn?” said Toto, smirking right back at you.

“Is that some kind of condition? Maybe he should get that checked out,” you said, opening the door and hanging up your phone.

“You are so mean all the time,” he said, laughing away.

“Only because I like you,” you said, bounding down the steps towards him, a wide smile on your face.

You made it as far as the bottom step before Toto stepped forward and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. The step made you nose to nose with him and for once you didn’t feel the height difference.

“Would you like to come in?” you asked, gesturing towards your motorhome, “I didn’t think you were going to be here until later.”

Toto followed you up the steps, “I thought you’d never ask. I woke up early and thought to myself, I know what? I’ll bring Y/N breakfast. So I drove and picked it up on the way in.”

You beamed at him, “But it’s a two-hour drive! You woke up at four just to bring me breakfast?” You were bowled over, no one had ever thought to do anything like that for you.

“Well I know it’s your first time here and I wanted to make it good,” he said, putting the bag and drinks down on the table in front of your sofa.

“You are ridiculous. Thank you so much, so far Austria is a joy, ” you said, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down into another kiss before adding, “Since it’s early, do you want to have breakfast in bed?”

His hands finding your lower back, his eyes lit up at your suggestion, “You read my mind, originally I wanted to bring it to you in bed but didn’t want to scare you.”

You laughed, “That’s very considerate, I probably would have had a heart attack.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” he said, starting to unpack the bag, “Go back to bed, I’ll bring it to you.”

“Are you sure?” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and playing with the hem of his hoodie, “Surely it should be the other way around.”

“I insist,” he said, spinning around to face you before adding with a smirk, “Nice robe by the way.”

Looking down you realised that in your haste to greet Toto, your robe had come loose, offering Toto a full view of your naked breasts. You smirked, pulling on the tie suggestively before tightening it back up, “Maybe after the Kaisershawarma I can say good morning properly.”

Toto’s eyes lit up, “Well if you insist. Although we need to work on your German.”

“What’s wrong with my German?” you asked.

“It’s Kaiserschmarrn, not shawarma,” he said with a grin.

“Kaiserschmarrn?” you repeated back to him with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes Kaiserschmarrn.”

“What is it?” you asked, never having heard of it in your life.

“You’ll see.” he said, “Go back to bed, it’s going to get cold.”

— — —

It emerged that Kaiserschmarrn was in fact a kind of Austrian scrambled pancake breakfast delicacy, nothing like anything you’d ever tried but very tasty nonetheless. In his quest to bring you breakfast, Toto had gone to the hospitality area and called first dibs on whatever they were cooking. You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him turning up at the crack of dawn and hassling the likely bemused catering staff. Toto already had a reputation for being fussy amongst the Mercedes kitchen and you knew they would have been cursing about his request.

After finishing your surprise breakfast, spent chatting away about Toto’s family time in Vienna, you’d dropped back off to sleep in Toto’s arms, the two of you snoozing contently on top of the bed covers until your alarm went off at seven-thirty. As you scrambled to find your phone and shut the alarm off you woke Toto, who looked at you sleepily before reaching his arm out to pull you back into his chest. 

“Morning,” he said sleepily, kissing you on the top of your head as you snuggled into his hoodie-clad chest.

“Good morning,” you said, stretching up to kiss him softly. “Sleep well?”

“Yes, until that beeping woke me up.” he chuckled, “I should probably head off before people start waking up and seeing me come out of your motorhome.”

You sighed, “Yes, you know Lara is still grilling me. She’s even started dropping hints to Sophie.”

Toto’s smile dropped, “Seriously? I will talk to her again. She is way out of line.”

You nodded in agreement, glad that Toto had finally seen Lara’s true colours, “To be honest, yes. Although Sophie doesn’t suspect a thing, so we’re good on that front.”

Toto smiled, “That’s because you are far too beautiful for a guy like me. No one would ever believe it.”

You laughed, “Wow, and I haven’t even thanked you for breakfast, you’re too smooth.” You planted a kiss on his neck, your hands exploring his gym-honed torso underneath his hoodie. “I think it might be the other way around somehow.”

“Bullshit,” said Toto, now wide awake, his hand stroking up and down your bare thigh as you wrapped a leg around him and carried on kissing the crook of his neck. 

“You know you’re hot, don’t give me that false modesty,” you said, your hands making their way lower towards the waistband of his shorts.

“Hmm, how about you tell me?” he smirked, his hands reaching further up your bare thighs, stopping where your underwear would normally be, “You’re not wearing anything underneath this? Fuck me.”

You laughed, “Of course not, it was hot so I slept naked and just grabbed this when you appeared outside.”

At that Toto growled, pulling you up to straddle him completely, his growing bulge bumping up against you on the way. You ground back down onto his lap as your lips met, this time in a deep kiss, hands wandering up and down. Breaking the kiss, you sat back up, bouncing up and down as you untied your robe. You smirked as Toto’s eyes lit up at the view that he now had. 

“Now you have way too many clothes on,” you said, grabbing the hem of Toto’s hoodie and t-shirt, divesting him of both in one swoop. Scooching down, you kissed along his neck, his collarbone, all the way down to the waistband of his shorts. Raising your head and smirking back up at him, you pulled down his shorts, letting his hard cock spring free. You paused for a moment to admire it, as the first time you’d been together you had been impatient and hadn’t seen it in its full glory. In the light of day, you could now confirm that he was well and truly in proportion with his six-foot-five height.

Cupping his balls with one hand and gripping his shaft with the other, you kissed the tip gently before licking all the way down to the base, eliciting a low groan from Toto.

“Fuck Y/N that feels good,” he said, closing his eyes in pleasure as you took him in your mouth, struggling to fit him in, swirling your tongue around before starting to bob up and down, arching your back so that he had a good view of your ass as you did so, soon finding a rhythm that seemed to be what he needed.

“Fuck, if you do that for much longer I’m not going to last long,” he said, his hands gripping the sheets for dear life.

Taking a break from sucking you looked up at him with a wink, “That’s the point.”

“But I want you to enjoy yourself too,” he said, pulling you back up to chest level, his hands making their way down to your now dripping-wet pussy. “You’re so wet, it seems a waste.”

Trying to stay rational you cast your mind back to what happened last time with the condom debacle. You’d not been prepared and had been reckless enough to suggest going without. Although you cared for Toto this was new and you silently cursed yourself for not thinking ahead and bringing condoms.

Seemingly reading your mind Toto looked up at you concerned, “Fuck, I didn’t bring condoms either. But there is no one else if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m hoping it’s the same for you?”

Surprised his mind had gone there so quickly you looked down at him, “Of course there’s no one else. How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“I can read you like a book Y/N,” said Toto, his hands absentmindedly caressing the tops of your thighs, “I know this is not the best time to discuss this but are you on any birth control?”

Slightly embarrassed, you replied, “No, not at the moment. This all happened really fast, I haven’t had a chance to go to the doctor.” It was the truth, since you’d broken things off with your fiancé at the beginning of the previous year you hadn’t bothered so the fact that you were having this conversation whilst on top of Toto naked was a fact that amused you greatly. 

“I can be careful,” he said with a grin.

“Are you sure?” you asked gingerly. “If we’re going to be doing this more often I’ll get back on the pill.”

“No, we can figure something out. Maybe there’s something I can do instead.” Toto said kindly, stroking your hip, “For now, what do you say?”

Your brain saying no but your heart saying yes you decided to follow the latter, “Why not?”

Toto smiled as he pulled you down into another kiss before rolling you both over so that he was now on top. Gazing down into your eyes his dimpled grin made you melt before he once again caught your lips with his. Propping himself up on one arm, his other hand made its way back down to your clit, drawing slow circles that you knew would finish you off in no time at all.

“I’m glad you said that, I’ve been wanting to fuck you again for weeks.” He breathed heavily as he slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out gently.

You broke into a wide smile, reaching up to caress his face, “Me too.”

In contrast to the tangled frenzy that you had found yourselves in in Montreal, this time Toto took his time, his ministrations almost taking you to the edge with his fingers alone. By the time he settled in between your legs, lining up his cock and pushing into you gently, you were dripping wet. Your breath hitched in unison as he pressed his hips against yours, easing in and making sure you had time to adjust to his size.

“Mmm.” you said, “That feels amazing,” You felt stretched but in a good way and wanted nothing more than for him to plunge deeper.

“Fuck yes. You are so tight,” he said, looking down at you tenderly, “Let me know if it hurts, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smiled at him, widening your legs slightly before wrapping them around his back, your heels touching, “I’m sure I’ll survive.”

“Well if you’re sure,” he said, a glint in his eye as he pushed in, filling you entirely. 

“Fuck,” you exclaimed, clutching his shoulders for dear life, “Fuck yes that’s good.”

Leaning down to kiss you, he pulled out and just as you were starting to feel empty, pushed back in, making you moan once more. Not breaking the kiss, he began thrusting in and out gently, your hips lifting to meet his. Just as you had found a rhythm and were starting to lose yourself in the moment, you were rudely interrupted by a knock on your motorhome door.

“Shit.” you said, reaching out your hand to Toto’s chest to slow him down.

“If we ignore it, they'll go away,” said Toto, stilling.

“Hmm, be quiet, I’ll just say I was in the shower or something. I’m sure it’s just Sophie,” you said, very much aware that Toto’s cock was throbbing inside you.

“Good idea,” he said, dipping his head to kiss your neck before starting to move again, drawing out and pushing back into you at a tantalisingly slow pace.

Unfortunately whoever was knocking was persistent and they knocked once more. Toto smirked, continuing his shallow thrusts, one arm bringing your leg up to his shoulder, deepening every sensation.

“Fuck, do that again,” you breathed heavily as you knew you were almost there. Full to the brim and starting to flutter around Toto’s cock, you heard the door opening, footsteps and a voice.

“Y/N,” it called out. As you had suspected it was Sophie, but what had compelled her to enter your motorhome uninvited you had no clue.

Toto’s eyes widened in horror and he slipped out of you rolling over, leaving you feeling empty.

“Sophie?” you called back in reply, panicking as much as Toto was, scrambling with the covers to hide the man in your bed.

“I’m just dropping off your dry-cleaning. Lara sent me, sorry if I woke you.” she replied from the depths of the living area, “Shall I leave it here or bring it through.”

Now tucked up to his neck in duvet, you could see the horror on Toto’s face change to pure amusement out of the corner of your eye.  Glaring at him, you replied, “Oh no that’s fine. Thank you, Sophie, you can leave it there. I’ll see you at the track.”

“No problem, see you later,” she said. Holding your breath until you heard the door close you turned to Toto, “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching an arm out to bring you back towards him.

“Your shoes,” you said, nervously.

“What do you mean, my shoes?” asked Toto with an eyebrow raise.

“Your shoes are next to the door.”

“Oh.” Toto’s face dropped.

“Oh indeed,” you said, “She’s not stupid that girl, she will have noticed. The fact that they’re about ten sizes bigger than mine is not a hard clue to miss. Why on earth did she think it acceptable to come in here? She would never do that with a hotel room, it’s inappropriate.”

Toto shrugged, “She said Lara sent her.” 

“Bizarre.” you said, “I’m going to talk to her. It’s not cool.”

“Don’t panic,” said Toto, much more calmly than you felt.

“Easy for you to say,” you said, “She has well and truly killed the mood.”

“It’s okay, I was being reckless,” said Toto, kissing you on the forehead before tilting your face up towards his. “You have no idea how hard it is to not lose control around you.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Oh really?”

Toto smiled, leaning down to kiss you once more then bringing you closer to his chest. “Let’s try and see each other properly this weekend.”

“I’d like that.” you smiled.

“Me too.” he said, “I don’t want to but I need to go and shower and change, it’s already eight.”

“Oh, where did the time go?” you said, sitting up in bed, shivering slightly at the chill in the air as Toto had been keeping you warm.

“You distracted me,” he replied with a smile, rolling up to sit on the edge of the bed. “Here,” he said, passing you his hoodie, “You look freezing.”

You grinned at him, “No, don’t be silly, you need it!”

“Nonsense,” he said, having slipped on his shorts, he walked around to your side of the bed, “Arms up.”

“You are so not doing this.” you shook your head before sighing and lifting your arms up for Toto to unceremoniously dump his hoodie over your head.

“The perfect fit,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You know that now you are never getting this back right?” you said with a grin.

“Well, I’m hedging my bets. Last time I lent you clothes it turned out quite well, no?” he said as he put on his t-shirt, offering you one last glimpse of his rippling body.

“True,” you said, getting up and letting the large hoodie fall over your body, making Toto chuckle.

“I take it back, it looks a little small,” he said with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

It was true, once again Toto’s clothes were comically large on you, accentuating the height difference. You shrugged, “Maybe I’ll grow into it.”

“Maybe,” Toto replied with a smirk as he scooped you up into his arms, carrying your bridal style out of the bedroom.

“Hey!!” you said, wriggling playfully in his arms, “That is not fair.”

“You’re so small. I had to,” he said, placing you down daintily on the carpet. 

“Maybe you’re just a giant,” you said, crossing your arms and looking up at him.

“Perhaps,” he said with a wink, slipping on his shoes and bending down to kiss you goodbye.

“Thank you again for breakfast, that was really sweet of you,” you said warmly.

“It was the least I could do, I’m sorry I didn’t see you last week.” he said, “I really wanted to.”

“It’s fine, your children come first Toto. We have all the time in the world,” you said.

“Thank you, I hope so,” he said, gingerly opening the door to make the dash across to his motorhome, glancing around to check that the coast was clear.

“All good?” you said.

“Yep, see you later,” he said, hot-footing it across the small lawn to his door, making you laugh as he scrambled with his keys to open the door.

Closing the door behind you, you sighed. Trust Sophie to ruin what was unfolding to be a wonderful morning. You resolved that you would have to talk to her about boundaries as it was hardly professional to be bursting into colleagues’ rooms at the crack of dawn. Especially when you were sure that Lara had put her up to it purely to mess with you. Every time you thought you had turned a corner with Toto’s EA, you seemed to go three steps backwards.

— — —

As you wandered into the team hospitality area a little over an hour later you spotted several familiar faces grabbing breakfast. Joining the queue for coffee, Rosie caught your eye and waved for you to join her at the small table she was sitting alone at. After a short wait, you grabbed your coffee and made your way over to her.

“Morning,” you said, settling down opposite her.

“Good morning,” she said, far too chirpily in your opinion, “Sleep well?”

“Yes thanks, how about you?” you asked.

Rosie laughed, “So don’t get mad but I snuck out of the hotel last night and came back here and stayed in George’s motorhome.”

“Rosie!” you exclaimed, “You’re going to distract him!”

Rosie shifted guiltily in her seat, “Well, we decided it was better to spend some time together last night instead of tonight or Saturday.”

You softened your gaze, “I suppose that makes sense. I’d rather you than me though, I’d choose the hotel over the motorhome any day.”

“Really? She asked, before adding in a teasing tone, “Even when your motorhome is immediately next to your lover’s?”

“Rosie!” you hissed under your breath, “I haven’t even told you what happened at Silverstone.”

The young woman’s eyes lit up, “Oooh what happened?”

“Calm down, it’s nothing salacious,” you said, keeping your voice low, not wanting to be overheard. “Basically you know how bad quali was? Toto was in a foul mood afterwards so I was chatting to him in his office and trying to cheer him up and Lara walked in on us.”

Rosie’s eyes widened, “How exactly were you trying to cheer him up?”

“Nothing that bad, but she walked in just as I had kissed him.”

“For real?” she said, leaning forward, “What did she say?”

“She accused me of sleeping my way to the top. I thought Toto was going to fire her on the spot.”

“She didn’t!? That bitch!” Rosie exclaimed, raising her voice.

“Shhh it’s fine.” you leant in closer, “ She ended up apologising and brought me a hot chocolate as a peace offering but the thing is yesterday she made more comments and then this morning sent Sophie to my motorhome at eight o’clock to drop off dry cleaning.”

Rosie raised an eyebrow, “She is so weird! Why is she trying to manage Sophie? I guess it’s helpful to have your dry cleaning though.”

“Well yes…” you started.

“Oh my god, was Toto in your motorhome?” Rosie was quick to ascertain what had happened.

“Kinda,” you said shiftily.

“Oh my god, what happened?” 

“Nothing bad but he came over to bring me breakfast and then we went back to bed for a lie-in. So we were in bed when she came in.”

“In bed sleeping?” said Rosie, not one to miss a trick.

“We were awake.” you said shortly, “And no I am not giving you the gory details.”

“Shit, do you think she realised? Did she see boss?”

“No she didn’t see him, but he’d left his shoes by the door.”

“Shit.” said Rosie, “Maybe she didn’t realise, we all have matching shoes after all.”

“Rosie, I am a size 36, he is a 47. If she doesn’t figure it out I might actually be insulted.”

Rosie laughed, “Well she might not realise that it was Toto. She might think they’re someone else's.”

“Jesus.” you said, “I am going to have a word with her.”

“What are you going to say though? I am a size 36 but sometimes I like to wear my shoes oversized?”

“So funny.” you replied dryly, “No, I need to figure out an alibi as to why Toto would have left his shoes in my motorhome but maybe I’ll say he went for a run or something.”

“Hmm not convincing,.” Rosie said, “You could say that Lara left them there for him?”

“Lara sent her though, she’ll know she didn’t.”

“Hmm, you could say you brought them to him as he’d left them somewhere at Silverstone?”

“In what context would he have taken his shoes off at Silverstone?”

“I don’t know when he changed out of his uniform after the race?”

You made a face, “Maybe I will just not acknowledge it? It’s more suspicious if I make an elaborate story?”

Rosie studied your face carefully, “I’ve never seen you like this, it’s kind of unnerving. You always know what to do.”

“Not always,” you said, grimacing as you saw Lara and Sophie entering the hospitality area, Lara immediately locking eyes with you, a strange expression on her face.

“We’ll be busy today anyway, I’m sure it will be the last thing on her mind,” said Rosie reassuringly, turning around to stare back.

— — —

Luckily for you, Rosie was correct in her estimations and the rest of Friday kept you all on your toes. Between press junkets, a sponsor event and a few content shoots you had barely sat down all day. By the time Free Practice came around you were practically ready to go to bed but fortunately espressos were on hand to keep you going.

Settling down in the hospitality area you kept one eye on the big screen showing Free Practice whilst sifting through the rushes of the content videos your team had filmed. You’d convinced Lewis and George to film several Tiktok videos and you had to smile at the goofy things Louis and Ben had them doing. Louis had also asked Toto to participate but he hadn’t been able to due to a rush of media requests from local outlets. You were ashamed to admit but you had totally underestimated his popularity in his home nation, with requests for time with Toto double what they normally were.

“Hey Y/N.” said a voice, grabbing your attention. You looked up to see none other than Sophie making her way towards you with her laptop and a cup of coffee in hand.

“Hi,” you said smiling. You hadn’t had any one-on-one time with Sophie yet and wanted to discuss the morning’s events with her.

“How is everything? I hope you didn’t mind me coming to your motorhome this morning?” said Sophie, settling down opposite you, her tone suggesting that she knew you were off.

“I’m good, just busy. Not at all, I was surprised though, I was in bed!” you said.

“I know, I felt so bad. I wouldn’t have come in but Lara said you and Toto needed your dry cleaning for today so she gave me the spare keys and I came down. It was really weird, Toto’s car was in his space but he wasn’t in his motorhome. I left his uniform in there and then came to yours.”

Sophie was rambling, you narrowed your eyes, knowing that Lara had set you up. “Well in future, please don’t let Lara send you on her errands. She is Toto’s EA, so she should be the one dropping off his dry cleaning. And please know that I would never expect you to drop off my dry cleaning like that, I’m happy to collect it. I will have a word with her about this.”

“Oh no, please don’t.” Sophie looked panicked, “I didn’t see anything, don't worry!”

“What do you mean, you didn’t see anything?” 

Looking like she was about to cry, Sophie said with a tremble, “I saw Toto’s shoes and iPad. He was there.”

Feeling incredibly awkward you chose your words carefully, choosing to lie once again, “Oh!” you exclaimed with a laugh, “He brought me some breakfast and dumped his stuff while he went for a run.”

Sophie looked confused, “Oh.”

“Sorry, I should have said when you said he wasn’t in his motorhome.” you smiled, hoping the young woman bought your alibi.

“I did think it was strange. When I came back Lara asked where he was and I said I thought he might be with you…”

“You told Lara that?” you asked, suddenly worried about what Sophie was going to say next.

“Well, she asked me if I saw Toto and I said no, that I saw his shoes and iPad in your motorhome.”

“And what did she say?”

Sophie trembled once again, “Um. Well, she said he was probably in your bed.”

“Lara seriously needs to stop with this. Sure, it was funny for a little bit but it could get Toto into trouble if people believe her. He’s not the type to do that, surely you know this by now? And me too, do you think I would really sleep with my boss?”

“No, not at all,” said Sophie, developing a sudden interest in the carpet, not bringing her gaze up to meet yours, “I did say that to her.”

Still fuming, you tried not to take out your rage on Sophie, “Thank you, Sophie, I appreciate that.”

Sophie looked up, shyly, “I still think she fancies him.”

You nodded in agreement, “It would appear so. Right, well now that you are here, could you please download the next set of rushes from Louis’ session with George?”

“Of course,” said Sophie, opening her laptop, keen as ever to assist you.

SATURDAY PM

After a tense Friday night in the garage spent tweaking the cars, qualifying had been a huge success, with George taking P1 and Lewis just behind in P2. The atmosphere in the garage was palpable and with the cars already prepped for Sunday’s race, celebrations were well underway. Beers were flowing and music was pumping and you smiled as you took in the scene before your eyes. Most of the team had decamped for their hotel but anyone staying in a trackside motorhome was still there. George was already drunk, trying to convince Rosie to dance with him in the middle of the garage to no avail. Lewis was thanking everyone profusely and was now sitting down on the floor with one of the junior mechanics, playing with Roscoe, his ever-present pet bulldog, Louis and Ben trying to capture content for the team’s social media channels.

You smiled as Toto made his way across the garage towards you, having wrapped up his final debrief for the day. You hadn’t seen him much since Friday morning and he’d worked late on Friday night so you told him to get some rest instead of spending the night with you.

“That was good, well done,” you said, lightly tapping him on the arm, hoping it looked natural.

“Well, I did nothing. It’s a team effort,” he said diplomatically gesturing around the garage, “Have you finished for the day?”

“Shh, you know you are the glue that holds us together.” you joked, “Yes, pretty much. Louis and Ben are still here but everyone else has gone back to the hotel for drinks.”

“Do you want to go back?” Toto asked quietly, “I think we can go now?”

Glancing around to see Louis and Ben now enthusiastically dangling treats in front of Roscoe, you replied, “Sure, these guys don’t need me.”

Toto smiled at you, “Let’s go, I’ll get my bag from my office and we can walk back.”

As you made your way out of the garage and back towards the Mercedes hospitality motorhome you glanced up at Toto. 

“I spoke to Sophie by the way.”

“Oh really?” he asked.

“Yep, she clocked your shoes and iPad. Which by the way we didn’t even realise you left on the table,” you said.

“And?” asked Toto expectantly.

“I told her we’d had a breakfast meeting and you’d left them there to go for a run.”

Toto grimaced, “She bought that?”

“I’m not sure.” you admitted, “But she said Lara sent her to yours as well.”

“Ah.” Toto said, a look of realisation dawning on his face, “All my laundry was hanging in my motorhome when I went in. I assumed she put it there before. Do I need to talk to Lara again?”

“Maybe.” you said, “She told Sophie you were probably in bed with me.”

“Scheiße,” Toto exclaimed. You cringed as you knew that whenever he swapped to his native language he was pissed. “She is so out of order.”

“I know,” you said as you reached the hospitality motorhome. “I’ll wait down here.”

“Sure.” Toto said, looking pissed off at the latest Lara revelation, “if she is upstairs I am telling her to pack her bags tonight.”

“Don’t do anything rash, she is your EA. Without her, you’d last about a day.”

Toto turned to you, livid, “Are you suggesting I am a child who needs help?”

Surprised that he was taking out his anger on you, you replied coolly, “No, not at all. Just that you have a ridiculous schedule that needs someone keeping an eye.”

“Fine.” said Toto flatly, obviously not happy with your insinuations, “I’ll be a minute.”

“Great,” you said, annoyed that he had taken your comments to heart. It was well known in the paddock that Toto had a temper but you very rarely were on the receiving end of it. There had been one incident last year when you’d forgotten to inform him that Netflix was going to follow him for the morning but even then he’d grumbled for half a day and then let it go. 

You scrolled on your phone as you waited, pleased to see that Louis and Ben were asking for your thoughts on some lovely content of Lewis and George celebrating that they had managed to capture. Happy to approve it for posting, you gave them the green light and told them to have fun, knowing that the social team were always the last to be able to let loose.

It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. Toto had returned with his bag.

“All good?” you asked, trying to forget the way he had just snapped at you.

“Yes thank you.” he replied starchily, “Shall we go?”

Putting your phone away you made your way back out into the now empty paddock, as usual struggling to keep up with Toto’s strides.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he said, slowing and turning to you.

“Huh?” you asked.

“For getting angry about what you just said.”

“Oh.”

“I hate it when people think I’m some rich guy who can’t function as a normal human being.”

Taken aback by his statement, you looked at him softly, “No one thinks that.”

“Trust me, they do,” he said, rather forlornly.

“Well, I don’t.”

“I know you don’t”

“Then why did you snap?”

Toto sighed, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“You’ve known me long enough to know that sometimes I just lose it. I try not to.”

You smiled at him, checking no one was around before slipping your small hand around his and squeezing gently, “It’s good to vent. It’s healthy.”

“You’re sweet.” he said, squeezing your hand back, “Why you put up with me I don’t know.”

Laughing you shook your hand free and slid it behind him, cheekily grabbing his ass, “I have my reasons.”

“My ass?” Toto asked.

“Amongst other things,” you replied, theatrically looking him up and down.

“You’re crazy,” said Toto.

“Maybe.” you laughed, patting him once more on the ass.

“Come here,” said Toto fondly, stopping in his tracks, reaching out and lifting your face to his, kissing you passionately. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”

Running your hand through his thick, dark hair, you returned the kiss, this time deeper and more fervent. 

“Well fuck me!” exclaimed a voice out of the darkness, followed by a wolf whistle “Woo Woo!”. A voice that sounded both familiar yet not one you immediately recognised.

Jumping apart you turned to see who had caught you, Toto’s sworn enemy, Red Bull Team Principal, Christian Horner.

“Hello Christian,” said Toto, his voice dripping with venom.

“Hello Toto, dipping your pen into company ink I see?” Christian strolled nearer to where you both stood. Leering at you he added, “I’m sorry I’ve seen you around but I don’t know your name.”

“Christian.” said Toto as he shifted in front of you protectively, “I don’t see what business this is of yours.”

“It’s none of my business.” said the shorter man confidently, “Just an observation.”

“Well, you can keep your observations to yourself.”

“Right.” said Christian, folding his arms and turning to address you once more, “I see how this is. If you want my advice, lovely lady, run.”

“What, away from you?” you piped up, making Toto chuckle.

“Ah I take it back, you’re well suited. I thought Toto was punching but your personalities seem matched.” Christian replied with a smirk. 

“Christian,” said Toto, getting riled up once more.

“Well, I will leave you two lovebirds to it. I’ll keep an eye out for a bouncing motorhome, I’m sure you’ll be celebrating your team’s positions with some… positions of your own,” he replied, making an obscene gesture with his hands.

“Fuck off,” said Toto, his anger flaring.

“Good evening, nice to meet you too, lovely lady,” said Christian, hurrying past you both, shaking his head.

Turning to Toto you shook your head, “What is his problem?”

“Short man syndrome,” said Toto, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow. I don’t want him to make any remarks.”

“Thank you,” you said, making sure you were now walking a respectable distance apart from Toto.

It wasn’t long before you made it back to your motorhomes, now freezing thanks to the stiff wind that had picked up. 

“Do you want to come to mine?” asked Toto, “You can have a bath to warm up.”

Your eyes lit up, “Oh my gosh, yes. But only if you join me.”

Toto laughed, “If we both fit.”

SUNDAY AM

You woke up early the next morning having slept wonderfully. Your romantic bubble bath idea had turned out to be a complete disaster with Toto being too broad-shouldered to fit comfortably in the small tub. He’d sat behind you but managed to get you both wedged in the tub, much laughter ensuing as you tried to slip and slide your way out. Thankfully the bath did at least fit its original purpose of warming you up and by the time you’d escaped the sudsy prison, you were no longer shivering.

Having procured a box of condoms from one of the race engineers (Lord knows what he said to justify it), Toto had then taken his time to make up for Friday morning’s coitus interruptus and had gone to town several times, making you cum over and over again before you’d slipped into a deep sleep tucked up in his bed, nestled cosily up against his muscular chest as he spooned you from behind.

As the light of day crept in through the curtains you woke up feeling more relaxed than ever. “Mmm,” you sighed as you felt his hard cock pressing up against your back. Not sure when you would next get this opportunity as Toto was leaving for Monaco for the next two weeks you decided to make the most of it and pushed your ass up against his hips, hoping he’d get the memo.

“Good morning to you too,” said Toto, kissing you on the shoulder from behind.

“Last night was fun,” you said, continuing to grind into Toto.

“Indeed.” said Toto, “You drive me crazy you know.”

“Ditto,” you said, “I wish we could stay in bed all day.”

“Me too,” sighed Toto, “Next week we can.”

“Next week?”

“Well, since you are coming to Monaco next week for the Drive to Survive filming, would you like to stay with me?”

You stopped grinding your hips and whipped around to face Toto, “Stay with you? At your place?”

“Yes,” said Toto, suddenly looking nervous, “If you’d rather stay in the hotel it’s fine. It was just an idea I had. Sorry if it’s too forward.”

“Toto, you spent most of last night inside me. That’s definitely not too forward at this point,” you said laughing.

Blushing furiously, Toto asked, “So is that a yes?”

“Yes!” you said, leaning up to kiss his neck, “I’m intrigued to see your place. You’ve seen mine.”

Toto looked a little embarrassed, “I don’t spend so much time there, it’s pretty boring. Maybe you can help me make it nicer?”

“I doubt it, but I can return the favour and build you some shelves if that’s what you’re getting at? You can live out the sexy builder fantasy.”

“If you wear your denim shorts yes,” said Toto, kissing you just behind the ear.

“What denim shorts?” you asked, having no clue what he was on about.

“The denim shorts you wore in Brazil last year when we went out for team drinks.”

“Damn, you were down bad even then?” you laughed. “They’re just old Levis, nothing special.”

“Everyone was staring, your ass looked unreal. All I wanted to do was take you home with me.”

“Sometimes I think I know everything about you and then sometimes you surprise me. I didn’t know you were a fan of Daisy Dukes.”

“Y/N, every red-blooded man is a fan of Daisy Dukes. Especially when they’re on you,” he said in a low voice, grinding his cock up against your ass.

“Noted.” you said, “What else would you want me to wear?”

“Honestly, I love you most in jeans and a white vest. It’s hot.”

Silence filled the air, did Toto just say he loved you? You were floored. Maybe it was a Freudian slip.

“Well then, I know what I’ll be wearing next week,” you said, not sure what else to say to that. “Make sure you wear your navy button-down.”

“You like my navy shirt?”

“Duh.” you said with a smile, “Last year when you wore it in Mexico. I wanted to tear it off you all weekend.”

“You were checking me out in Mexico?”

“You were checking me out in Brazil.”

“I guess we’re even then. Why did we waste so much time?”

You sighed, “Because if anyone finds out about us, I will lose my job, likely never work in this industry again and everyone will think you’re a perv who sleeps with his employees.”

“I don’t know. I’m not going to do this job forever you know.”

Once more you wiggled around to face Toto, “What do you mean? You’re thinking of giving it up?”

Toto smiled wryly, “In some ways yes. I love it but there is more to life. I would like to do something else before I’m too old.”

“Is this where you’re going to tell me you want to move off the grid and live on an island as a coconut farmer?”

“How did you know?” he said, feigning surprise, “No, just something different. This circus gets repetitive year in, year out. I want a new challenge.”

“Interesting.” you said, “Well please give me some kind of warning when this happens, I’d miss having you around.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Toto smiled, “But whatever I do, I’d quite like you to come with me.”

“Hm, you’ll have to speak to my agent,” you said with a wink, batting him on the chest.

“Always talking business, you’re ridiculous,” said Toto, drawing your leg up to wrap around his waist. 

“I’ve learnt from the best,” you grinned, running your hand along his jawline. 

SUNDAY PM

It seemed as if Mercedes were well and truly back into the championship race as George crossed the chequered flag at P1 with Lewis close behind him at P2. It was an emotional day for the young British driver as it was only his second Grand Prix win and you couldn’t help but get misty-eyed as you saw him celebrating alongside Lewis on the podium. You stood in the pitlane alongside Rosie and Tom, clapping enthusiastically as the British national anthem rang out.

Smiling at Rosie, who was staring up at her boyfriend in admiration, you scoured the crowd for Toto. Always standing head and shoulders above the rest (for some reason everyone in Formula One was tiny), you spotted him up at the front alongside some of the race team, looking on like a proud Dad. Media requests had come flooding in thick and fast and your phone was already buzzing with various production crews asking when they might be able to grab a word with Toto, Lewis and George.

As the confetti fell, you made your way to the front to grab Toto for his Sky interview.

“Hey.” you said with a smile, grabbing his elbow, “Sky are calling.”

“No problem,” he said kindly.

Bidding farewell to the engineers, Toto happily followed you through the throng, through the garage and back into the paddock where the Sky team were waiting.

“That was a good one,” you said, smiling up at the tall Austrian.

“Maybe James Hunt was right,” he replied with a smirk.

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at him quizzically.

“He had his slogan, Sex, breakfast of champions.” he chuckled, “Today was good on many counts.”

“Dear Lord.” you groaned, smacking him on the arm lightly,, “It’s not 1972 Toto.”

Opening his mouth to reply, Toto’s smile dropped as you approached the plinth where Sky would be hosting. Christian Horner was there, sat on a stool, chatting animatedly to the pundits.

“Great,” Toto muttered.

“It’s fine, you won today.” you said, “He won’t say anything with cameras around.”

“Toto.” exclaimed Christian, “And your lovely lady whose name I still don’t know.”

You raised an eyebrow at Christian’s choice of phrasing as the Sky producer miked Toto up whilst you took to your position just out of frame to record sound bites.

“Hello Christian.” said Toto impassively, stepping onto the plinth and towering above the diminutive Englishman, “Lovely to see you as always.”

“Well done for today, a brilliant drive from George,” said Christian, in a tone that suggested he was anything but pleased.

“Thank you.” said Toto flatly, “We’re getting closer with every race.”

Christian grinned, clearly ready to stir, a speciality of his, “Ah yes, it’s lovely to see that closeness within a team. You are very cosy with yours. Last night…”

“Yes, last night we celebrated in the garage,” Toto looked livid, turning towards the Sky pundits, “We had a good feeling for today and we turned out to be right.”

Johnny, one of the Sky presenters, looked slightly taken aback by Toto and Christian’s behaviour, having not allowed him to get a word in edgewise. “We love to hear that, and undoubtedly more celebrations tonight?”

Christian once again butted in, “Well I think Toto will be getting lucky,” gesturing towards where you stood off-camera.

Exchanging a look with his co-host, Johnny’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not wanting to upset Toto further. “Right, well we’ll have to see if Mercedes get lucky again in two weekends' time in France. Are you worried Christian?”

“No.” replied Christian, “Max is level-headed, he’ll keep at it. One mistake and we’ll widen the gap once again.”

“Lewis and George won’t make mistakes,” said Toto flatly, still looking furious.

“Those are fighting words Toto!” said Jenson, the other pundit, “I suppose we will have to wait and see. Now Christian’s team are furiously gesturing that he needs to go so we will say goodbye to him for now.”

“Thank you both, and a pleasure as always Toto. Have fun tonight,” said Christian, taking his microphone off and stepping off the stage. As the pundits picked back up quizzing Toto on the race, the Red Bull Team Principal made his way towards you.

“What was that?” you asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to capture your words on your sound recording.

“I’m just having fun, isn’t that what you two are doing?” he waggled his eyebrows, looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on your tight, white shirt, “Toto always has been a lucky bastard.”

You shook your head, turning off your recording, “Play nice, Christian.”

“See, now that’s not fair, you know my name and I don’t know yours.” he said, “I always see you around, bossing Toto around.”

“It’s Y/N,” you said through gritted teeth, trying your best to stay civil and remember that this was a professional working environment.

“Y/N, very exotic. Lovely to meet you.” he said, “Right well I had better head off. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Although I think you already have.” he said, glancing across at Toto, who despite being engrossed in conversation with the pundits was staring daggers at his rival. “I think I ruffled his feathers.”

“Goodbye Christian,” you said, hoping he’d leave you alone.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he said, winking at Toto as he finally made a move to leave.

Sighing, you stepped back towards the plinth where Toto was now wrapping his interview. Annoyed that Christian had not only upset Toto but also prevented you from doing your job, which was to record Toto’s interview for soundbites, you were not happy.

As Toto stepped down off of the plinth, handing his microphone back to Sky, he made his way back towards you.

“What was that?” he asked, his dark eyebrows knitted together in concern, “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing bad, don’t worry, just insinuating things,” you said, shrugging as you both started walking back along the paddock. The next port of call was Sky Italia, then Sky Germany and last but not least, Formula One TV.

“I can’t believe he said what he said on TV.” said Toto, “I could see Johnny and Jenson looking at each other.”

“Ignore him, he’s an idiot. I’m sorry but I didn’t get to record like I normally do. He kept talking so I stepped away and turned off the recording as I didn’t want to get him talking shit.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much,” said Toto, looking weary, “But the last thing we need is for him to start spreading rumours.”

“Indeed,” you said, annoyed that you had let Christian rile you up so much. The irony was that you always lectured Toto about letting him get under his skin and in around two minutes he’d done the same to you. You had to give it to him, the man had a real talent for being infuriating.

Approaching where Sky Italia were hosting interviews you tried to calm down. Trying to think rationally, you knew no one cared that much about Toto’s love life. As the saying went, today’s gossip is tomorrow’s chip paper, a saying that often brought you solace as someone who oversaw the team’s press.

Toto’s remaining interviews went quickly and fortunately more smoothly than the Sky UK one. It always astounded you when you heard him switch languages so effortlessly, going from English to Italian to his native tongue of German in a matter of minutes. You weren’t fluent in Italian or German but could understand enough to know that he spoke well.

Having handed his microphone back to the Formula One TV crew, Toto made his way back towards you.

“I’m glad those are done.” he said, “But I wish you were coming with me tonight.”

You glanced at him as you both started to make your way back towards the Mercedes hospitality area, mindful of keeping a respectable distance between you.

“It’s only a week,” you said, surprised that Toto was being so sentimental.

“I know, but I want to take you on a real date. Out for dinner, no more sneaking around,” he said.

“I’d love that,” you said, trying to keep your cool whilst internally exploding with happiness at the prospect.

— — —

Toto had left not long after he’d wrapped his media appearances, rushing to drive back to the local airport to take his jet back to Monaco. He’d taken George and Lewis along with him, leaving you and Rosie to entertain yourselves for the evening ahead of your morning flight back to Brackley.

Over a glass of wine in your motorhome, you’d filled Rosie in on Christian’s comments and she grimaced as you recalled his words from the Sky interview.

“He’s so out of line. Imagine if Toto started making comments about his private life.”

“I know!” you said. A knock on the door interrupting your gossip session, “Ooh I think it’s Bella!” you said excitedly. As you had your own motorhome you’d invited a few of your colleagues over for a lowkey celebration. Sure enough, the dark-haired engineer was at your door, clutching two bottles of prosecco.

“Well hello.” she said, stepping inside, “This is fancy Y/N!”

“It’s okay I guess.” you shrugged, “I’m sure the hotel is much nicer.”

“It’s okay but this is cool,” she said, glancing around. “I brought a few bottles of bubbles by the way.” She handed you the bottles she was holding.

“Amazing, you shouldn’t have, that’s lovely!” you said as you popped them in the fridge to chill. “I’ll leave those to chill for a while, in the meantime can I get you a wine?”

“I would love some wine,” she said, settling down on the sofa beside Rosie, chatting away.

It wasn’t long before the rest of your guests arrived, Tom, your Partnerships Manager, Olivia and Emily, George and Lewis’ Press Assistants, Sophie and as much as you disliked her, Lara. You didn’t want to invite her over but guilt prevailed as you knew you couldn’t ask Sophie and not her.

As usual, Tom was the life and soul of the group, an outspoken and flamboyant member of your team, he was always full of colourful stories of trying to navigate the paddock as one of the few gay men working in Formula One. He perpetually had a crush on some rival team’s mechanic or another and it was always unrequited. You laughed along at his latest tale of his romantic woes. 

“So Y/N, any men in your life?” he asked, having grilled most of the group on their love lives.

Stealing yourself not to look at Rosie who was giggling away and Lara who had an evil look on her face, you answered somewhat unconvincingly, “No, not at the moment.”

“Hmm, I think there is someone.” said Tom, “You’re blushing!”

“Alright, yes there is someone. But it’s new and I don’t want to jinx things.”

“Ooh, does he work for one of the rival teams?” asked Tom, always relentless in the pursuit of gossip.

“Not exactly.”

“Oh my God, an FIA guy!” said Tom, “Toto will lose his shit.”

You laughed, “No, but I’m not saying.”

At that Lara decided to pipe in, “You’re not far off Tom. Think a little closer to home.”

Shooting daggers at Lara, you retorted, “Lara…”

“Ooh, do you know who it is?” Tom asked Lara expectantly.

“No.” said Lara, knowing it wasn’t worth her job to spread gossip about her boss, “I’m just messing.”

“You had me there!” said Tom.

“You know I think Toto has a new girlfriend,” chimed in Olivia. “I heard him talking to Lewis earlier.”

“Interesting,” said Tom, “Do we know who she is? Lara, you must know?”

Lara looked at you pointedly, “No, but I’m sure she’s some floozy, nothing serious.”

Annoyed on your behalf, Rosie jumped in, “That’s funny, he told me this one might be the one.”

Everyone snapped their necks around to look at Rosie curiously, Lara leading the questioning, “And why would Toto tell you that?”

‘We have our talks.” she said coyly, “He’s not so scary you know.”

“Well it helps when you’re fucking his protegée!” exclaimed Tom, taking a gulp of his prosecco.

“Tom!” you said warningly.

“We were all thinking it,” he said quietly.

Rosie smiled, “I don’t care, Tom’s right. Before I dated George I don’t know if he even knew my name. But honestly, he’s actually quite lovely when you get to know him.”

“Oooh,” said Tom, “Are you going two for two in the garage? Who’s next Lewis?”

The group laughed as they knew Rosie was not like that. Even the fact that she was dating George had come as a surprise to most. 

“Joking aside, I’m glad the old man is finally getting some. Hopefully, he’ll be less grumpy in debriefs.” Tom said before speculating, “Oh my God I bet he got some this morning, he was in a good mood, I saw him whistling whilst making coffee.”

“Tom, do you not think he might have been in a good mood because we finally got good results?” you suggested.

“True.” said Tom, now turning his attention to Bella, “So how’s married life?”

Breathing a sigh of relief as the heat was off you and Toto, you exchanged a glance with Rosie. Hiding a few nights of passion was one thing but hiding a full-blown relationship was going to be another.

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Verstappen reveals how hard virus hit him ahead of Saudi Arabian GP | 2023 Australian Grand Prix

Championship leader Max Verstappen says he is looking forward to the break in racing between the Australian Grand Prix and Baku after admitting his illness before Jeddah affected him more than he expected. Verstappen missed Thursday media commitments in Saudi Arabia after Red Bull announced he had been battling a stomach bug. He returned to the paddock on Friday and completed the race weekend without incident. Speaking ahead of the Australian Grand Prix this weekend, Verstappen admitted he has still not completely recovered from the effects of his illness and will use the long gap before the next race in Azerbaijan to recover. “A couple of weeks ago I would say that I was not looking forward to [the break],” Verstappen said. “But then I got really ill and I’ve just been struggling a bit since that time, especially the last race. “So for me now those three weeks is just getting back to like full fitness, getting a full programme in. So in a way it’s probably nice now.” The large break in racing was caused by the cancellation of the Chinese Grand Prix due to ongoing logistical complications over Covid. Verstappen says that if he had not been sick, he would not have welcomed the gap in competition. “Normally if you just feel well, I think I would also prefer to keep racing,” he said. “It has nothing to do with looking into the car, trying to make it faster – I think that’s a natural process – but it’s a bit weird to have like three weeks off and especially that early on in the season.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free After missing media day in Jeddah on Thursday, Verstappen dominated the early weekend in Saudi Arabia, topping all three practice sessions and Q1 before a driveshaft failure dropped him to 15th on the grid. In the race, the Red Bull driver recovered to finish on the podium in second behind team mate Sergio Perez. Verstappen says he underestimated the impact his illness in the lead up to the race weekend in Saudi Arabia would have on his fitness in Jeddah. “I refused to believe it myself for a long time, because at home I was really ill – I could barely just walk around,” he explained. “I felt like I was just missing a lung. “I got to the weekend really believing that it was gone, because normally when when you get sick, like two or three days after, you’re normally alright, you can just do your workouts. But then when I jumped in the car in FP1, even just one performance lap I felt like I had to recover for two laps to be able to breathe normally. “So it definitely did affect me throughout the weekend, which I didn’t like because it was one of the first races where I just felt like I was physically limited and that’s really frustrating when you’re on the car.” He says he is in better condition for this weekend’s race. “I’ve been trying to work on it, trying to improve it and I do think that it has improved a lot. So normally this weekend should be alright. “I think it was just all coming together and Jeddah is quite a tough track in general – when you don’t feel well, it hits hard on you. But these things unfortunately happen, you catch a virus and stuff. So hopefully from now onwards for the rest of the year, I should be okay.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 Australian Grand Prix Browse all 2023 Australian Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

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Amy Robach and T.J. Holmes Pulled Off Air Amid Reports of Red Hot Romantic Affair

By Author Kay D. Rhodes at Dec 05, 2022 • Category Amy Robach

Neither Amy Robach nor T.J. Holmes will be saying good morning to America any time in the immediate future.

ABC News President Kim Godwin told staffers on Monday that the co-hosts of GMA3 will take a temporary seat from their anchoring duties while, according to Variety, “the news division weighs the effect their recent disclosure of a romantic relationship might have on the program and the company.”

The photos were taken while the reporters were seemingly on a trip together to upstate New York and they included at least one snapshot of Holmes touching his colleague’s rear end.

Both television personalities deleted their social media accounts in response to the scandal.

Robach’s husband, actor Andrew Shue, then took down all references to his wife from hissocial media account after these images went viral.

Holmes, for his part, shares daughter Sabine with wife Marilee Fiebig, whom he wed in 2010. 

He is also the father of daughter Brianna and son Jaiden with ex-wife Amy Ferson.

The anchors were in their usual spots on Thursday and Friday on the aforementioned Good Morning America spinoff, making no reference to their supposed relationship or the damning pictures that appear to have outed the romance.

Godwin, meanwhile, told ABC News employees during an editorial call todday that Robach and Holmes had not violated any company policy, according to a person familiar with the matter.

However, she indicated ABC News felt the matter had become “an internal and external disruption,” and “wanted to do what’s best for the organization,” per the aforementioned Variety report.

“Amy and T.J. have been arriving to work pretending like everything is normal, they have been carrying on like they would any other day,” a source has told Us Weekly. 

“They were always playful with each other, like two people who were dating. 

“Amy and T.J. didn’t seem like they were trying to keep their relationship secret anymore.

To date, Robach and Holmes have remained quiet about their affair.

During the Thursday, December 1, broadcast, they joked about being ready for the weekend. 

The following day, Holmes quipped that he wanted their “great week” to “keep going and going,” prompting Robach to joke after an awkward laugh:

“Speak for yourself.”

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This past week has been a creative rollercoaster and I'm not the sort of person who enjoys or seeks out rollercoasters.

This past Monday: Cranky as fuck with the fact that a project that has been plaguing my brain since 2018 finally needed to be addressed. Why? Because it was taking up space in my brain and demanding attention, which meant that it was acting like a demanding 5 year old (or one of my very communicative cats) who wouldn't leave me in peace while I was trying to focus my mind on work for *OTHER PROJECTS THAT ARE MORE IMPORTANT TO ME*. Like, flm, amiright? Lol. orz.... I didn't have any answers but addressing and acknowledging the fact that I was frustrated as all hell left the door open for me to allow myself to notice interesting synchronicities that would stream through my environment during the next five days.

This past Wednesday: Downright ugh with the fact that the important-to-me creative projects I was trying to focus on (when not being interrupted by the demanding nonsense mentioned above) were all feeling stale because I none of these other projects have been given the attention they needed over the past N years (for a large value of N) and just looking at them felt like standing in a bed of weeds where a once cultivated garden had been. And not a nice bed of flowering weeds. A noxious and itchy allergy provoking mess of weeds that looked sort of pathetic. Acknowledging that sense of ugh--staleness in words was a very good thing because THAT allowed my brain to step back from the fact that the situation was precisely what it is (as described in this paragraph) which then primed my brain to do two important things: (1) just let go of the state that the projects were current in or have previously wanted to go in and (2) redesign this (actually very familiar-to-me) space in a new fresh way based on a rush of "let my environment talk back to me" inspiration that occurred on Thursday.

Yesterday, aka, Friday: Some totally random synchronicity sparked an "ah-HA!" in my brain to address the first bundle of problems from Monday (which is the project I absolutely never asked for that keeps annoying my brain like a 5 year old or a persistent cat while I'm trying to work on other things). Actually, it was a series of "Ah! Ah-ha! Ah-HA! Oh, and also AH-HAA!" but by then it was pretty late and I officially called my workweek done (for reasons of personal sanity and household sanity+harmony). So, I jotted down a series of notes in my phone's notes app while epic gaming was occurring in the TV/Media room (just reread those notes right now and they still make sense, phew, relief). And then another moment of "OH lol, ah-huh? Hm!" hit very late in the evening while on my professional instagram account, which led me to order a book that literally arrived on my doorstep while I was brushing my teeth this morning. (Not sure how I feel about all of the implications there, but let's just ignore that for now.) Skimmed through book today over coffee and contemplated... Hm.

Today, Saturday: And now I just feel sort of exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of this past week because I am not the kind of person who likes rollercoasters or seeks them out and I normally prefer to just be in a steady state of Focused Flow where the Inspiration is Juiced But Steady.

We have a 3 day weekend and, for reasons, I want to focus on all of the household/adulting/chores/family-time stuff that belongs in a weekend -- or, better yet, a 3 day weekend! Which means we have time for extra activities that we keep putting off! Also, my weekends are all about me recharging my well of inspiration, which means spending my down time doing random things -- reading whatever I feel like reading, maybe playing video games, or maybe being lazy and just seeing what my brain decides to do to fill in the boredom.

Also, I have some fanfic plans for the weekend as the Final Fantasy Kiss Battle is going on over on dreamwidth.

And I think I have taken enough notes such that I can pick up my train of thought on Tuesday when the time comes to poke at (1) Projects I Consider High Value but also (2) The Project I Never Asked For That Won't Leave Me Alone So, Fine, Whatever, I Guess It Is Mine Now (with biggest stereotypical 1980s/90s-youth Gen-X epic eye-roll here).

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Social Media Experiment

After reading Emma's article and watching/listening to Max earlier in the week, I wanted to remind myself that whatever I did for this experiment would only be beneficial.

I decided to remove myself from my social media apps that I go on the most (Instagram, Snapchat, and TikTok) throughout the whole day, except for in between classes. Since this experiment occurred yesterday (Thursday) purposely, I had two back-to-back classes from 11-1:45. I would only allow myself to go on the apps in between these classes - no other time was to be allowed. I did this on purpose because I wanted to see how much my mind actually craved them. Usually, when I wake up in the morning, I access these apps within 10-15 minutes of waking up which is not healthy at all.

My day started getting up around 9:00, and immediately getting things in order without touching my phone besides shutting the alarm off. At first, it was hard to reject the usual act of scrolling before starting my day. Truly staying off my phone for a solid hour while getting things done that are actually for myself, helped my mind right out of the gate. There are so many things that are not necessary for me to complete, but without that time filler that social media is for me, I was able to do the extra things that would normally not get done until later in the day. As embarrassing as that is to admit, social media has that procrastination effect. Obviously, it isn't too dramatic, or I would have worse problems on my hands. I was able to check/respond to emails, do some quick reading for a class, edit/write in my planner, etc. Once I got these tasks started, my phone and that constant desire for quick stimuli was forgotten. When I started my walk to class, the only thing I accessed was my music that I normally listen to. Everything was going as planned and honestly, I felt relieved. I didn't have to worry about anything, and my mind was clear and focused entering my first class.

Walking upstairs to my second class in the same building, I did not feel the desire to go on any social media. I did anyway for the sake of the experiment. I sat in my seat and scrolled through Instagram and felt dumb. "What is on here right now that I actually need to see" is what I thought to myself. Snapchat was the same story; these streaks are really starting to get to me. It is so funny how I still do these, but I didn't stay on that app longer than 10 seconds truthfully. TikTok was just a mess. The best part about it is that I don't even go on these apps to post so I am letting myself feel out of touch or this artificial feeling in my gut to catch up to everyone that I see. After I closed out of TikTok a couple minutes before class started, I was happy to get back to my real, meaningful tasks at hand. After my second class, it was even easier than before to not go back on those apps. As I went about my afternoon, going to the SAC, library, back at my apartment, I found a much more productive and efficient routine than usual. Time wise, there isn't much of a change for scrolling for two brief minutes in spurts throughout the day, but it is the significant change of mindset that I really noticed. When I called it a night and put my phone down on the charger and set my alarm for the next day, there was no desire to catch up on everything that I missed. I realized that the only time I go on these apps is when I feel bored, or 'there is nothing else to do' which is probably the biggest lie that I have been telling myself for way too long.

The biggest takeaway from this experiment is the change of mind. I didn't have this short attention span, or brain fog. I felt more alert and calmer throughout the day. It almost felt like I kept the same pace, but time slowed down around me. I am truthfully happy about the outcome of this social media experiment. There was a deep cleanse in my mind and moving forward (even today when I am writing this) I am optimistic about the habits that I will develop.

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June 13, 2024 | Thursday | 140PM

Growing up I was very sheltered by my mom. I couldn't do anything the kids my age were doing. I couldn't go anywhere and when I was allowed to go anywhere I could only be outside for 2 hours without my mom spam calling my phone. I found no peace outside with friends and even less when I was at home. I've lived in a city that most people fantasize about living in their entire lives and I haven't experienced any of it. I don't know what it feels like to be at a party with friends, or what it's like to enjoy yourself at a club/bar. I don't know what it's like to meet a friend of a friend or have an unexpectedly pleasant conversation with someone you just met. I don't know what it's like to be drunk or to dance. I don't know what it's like to connect with different kinds of people.

The other day I talked to a co-worker of mine and she invited me to an event at TAO Downtown. I asked her what time and she responded "The doors open at 1130PM". "1130PM?!" I thought. Is that normal? Do parties start that late? A part of me immediately thought to herself "Your mom would never let you out at that time". I learned all the rules I needed to know to survive my mother. These weren't rules she laid out clearly to me but were rules I made up to avoid upsetting her. Let me preface this by saying that these rules may very well apply to any child and their safety. However, these rules went beyond that and into my adulthood.

1.) Going outside after 12PM was "too late" and I made as well stay home if someone asked me to hang out after noon

2.) I can't go out multiple times a week. I can only go out once a week and I need to ask permission for it days in advance. Nothing spontaneous.

3.) I had to be home before the sunset (reasonable for a child), but it applied to me as an adult as well. This means my curfew in the winter would be around 4PM and my curfew in the summer would be 730-8PM

4.) I couldn't hang out with anyone who I had mentioned to my mom months in advance.

5.) No sleepovers, no overnight senior trips, no trips out of state, no trips to other countries, no parties.

6.) Had to check in with my mom every few minutes if I was allowed out, if not then she would spam call me and harass me.

7.) Couldn't have friends over because my mom would police me and make me uncomfortable.

8.) Constantly has check my phone and my social media.

9.) Can't wear what I want without getting critiqued or called a whore.

10.) If I had a partner, I had to keep it a secret or my mom would constantly harass me and never leave me alone accusing me of only ever having sex when I was with this person. If she finds out, then she will constantly degrade my partner and tell me that I am stupid and that the other person is ugly and worthless. And or threaten to hurt my partner.

That's all I can really think of right now and you may read this and say "PSH, you're so sensitive I grew up with similar rules. This is just normal parent behavior!". It's one thing to read these rules and it's another to actually abide by them. I spent my childhood years and teenage years in my home. A home where I was being emotionally abused, manipulated and repressed. It's not like I was having a fabulous time at home and had no desire to live a life outside of it. My mom and sister didn't accept who I was as an individual and never made self-expression easy for me. There was no way out for me. I was always forcing myself to be someone I wasn't for the sake of my mom's happiness and self-worth. I have no identity. I am an empty shell. I was feeling these immense feelings as a child and being told to stop crying. Any time I felt a negative emotion my mom saw it as a reflection of the kind of mother she was. If I was sad, then she must fucking suck. If I was bored, then she must've not given me enough. I was I was angry, I simply had no right to be. I had no rights or boundaries as I child.

I had to be whoever everyone wanted me to be. If I disappointed in any way then I should be punished and shunned. My entire life has been a performance and I've put on such a good show that I've completely blurred the lines between what's real and fake. The audience is never meant to understand that the performer is a real person. I need to give everyone what they want or else no one will want to know me or be around me.

Not only was I sheltered from everyone else, but I was also being broken apart at home. There is nothing here. Nothing in my house, nothing in my body. I've never had a chance to be like any of you. I'll never feel like any of you. & not because I think I'm better than all of you but because I feel like it's too late to genuinely fit in anymore. I was intentionally or unintentionally separated from the experiences I should've had as a child. Now I'm 23 and I feel like a baby. I don't know what to say to any of you. Or how to behave around anyone. I feel awkward and out of place. I'm afraid that you all can tell that I am inexperienced and that that'll be a reason for everyone to laugh at me.

I really hope that one day I'll be able to share my story with anyone interested. I hope that people will listen and sympathize with me honestly and it sounds really pathetic hoping for people to sympathize with my story, but it's what I would've wanted as a child too. For someone to see me and for someone to understand why some things are scary and hard for me. Right now, I feel really alone and I feel like everyone is so far away from me no matter how "close" we get. Logically, I understand that there are lots of people out there who feel the same way I do and can relate. I hope to be able to some of you one day, maybe even just one of you, just to let you know that I get it and you're not as alone as you feel. I hope I'll find the right words to say and find the right actions to take some day, so I can reach you.

[indigo474]

31924

one thing I've learned 1 thing I know for sure is that my feelings aren't going to kill me and it is OK to feel them. it's probably totally normal to feel lonely sometimes. I should probably not go down a social media rabbit hole comparing my life to a strangers life. Monday's are long. I think I've worked out a schedule, with the help of James. Monday, Tuesday lift- Wednesday rest- Thursday lift at the gym- Friday run- Sat run, Sunday lift gym and run depending on how I feel. Wednesday rest day is going to be hard. I ran last wed and I could tell my legs were tired from lifting the day before. I don't feel lonely all the time- hardly ever. I felt more lonely when I was married. I dont know what it was about Sunday.

I got myself in another possible situation at work- because I had a feeling. fuck fuck fuck. I had this account and for some reason I emailed it to myself on the 10th with the subject "concerned"- a rep was suppose handle it and she did a month later but it just did not sit right with me.. I see the report and this account jumps out at me so I look at it again and I decided to listen to the call- I listen and sure enough the rep didn't do what she said she would and this makes me look like a freak because I am checking accounts that are marked OK. somehow I knew this account wasn't take care of the way it should have been- SO.. I sent an email out to the reps super to listen and I am curious to see if this comes back to me like why the fuck are you digging into accounts- which i'm not- I just knew this account wasn't right. sometimes I just know things- i'm not sure how or why but I know things I shouldn't know. another thing I've learned- its always a good idea to trust that voice that tells me I know something because it is always right--- I just have a feeling this is going to come back to me-

[grigs1lk]

Social Media Experiment

I am not an avid social media user but I am pretty tied to my phone when it comes to texts, emails, and news (local and global). When I was tracking my social media usage earlier this month, I was fairly happy with how much I use my phone and social media. I rarely post on Facebook or Instagram these days so that was not really a problem for me. I still haven't made a social media post all week. However, I do work in an office so I am on a computer for almost 8 hours a day during the week, then with my classes I'm on a computer a lot outside of work as well.

For this experiment, going a full 24 hours straight without using any technology was not an option for me so I had to break it up. However, I was able to go most of Thursday without it. I started on Friday and decided not to use my phone while I was at work at all. I told my husband and my daughter the night before that I wouldn't be using my phone so if it was an emergency they could call me at work. They didn't thankfully. I turned my phone off on Thursday night and instead of using my alarm in the morning, I had my daughter wake me up once she was done taking a shower. Once I got to work, it was immediately hard but not because of social media or anything, but because I listen to a book or music while I'm working. My desktop at work doesn't have Bluetooth so I couldn't listen through my work computer without everyone in the office hearing me. The next part that became hard was during my lunch break. That is usually when I use my phone the most during work, especially since I have an hour for lunch. However, I knew that would happen so I brought a book with me to work that day and read in my office with the door closed. The rest of work on Thursday was ok because I was pretty busy in the afternoon with meetings that the time passed pretty quickly. Once I got home from work on Thursday, I used my phone for about an hour because I had some phone calls that I had to return. For Thursday I went 12 hour without using my phone; 6:30am to 6:30pm. Friday, I did the same thing in the morning, skipped my alarm and had my daughter wake me up when she was done getting ready. I turned my phone off the night before and left it on my desk all of Friday morning. We had a groundbreaking event for a housing project and normally I would be taking photos and videos but I decided that there would be enough people at the event that they could send me the pictures and videos if I asked. I had some things to pick up for the event and a colleague tried to call me to ask me to get something extra but I didn't have my phone so that created a bit of a problem but once I got to the site I had enough time to run to the store and grab what we needed. I forgot to tell my colleagues I was doing this experiment so they were a little worried when I didn't answer but it all worked out. I got off work early on Friday and once I got home I found it hard not to take out my phone and play Sim City on it. Then I thought to clean my house but realized I couldn't listen to music or a book without my phone but I had already started so I finished the job. That was the hardest part of the whole 24 hours. I was going to pick my daughter up from school instead of making her ride the bus but I didn't want to turn my phone on and let her know I was coming to get her so I decided to just let her ride the bus. Once my daughter got home we decided to go see "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" play and I told my husband that I was leaving my phone at home and to call Z if he needed anything. Once we got back home, my twelve hours were up.

I realized that I am completely dependent on my phone to entertain me throughout the day with either books or music. I already knew I wasn't tied to social media, but I didn't realize how hard it would be to do my job or clean my house without a book or music. I could have played it through my laptop or Alexa, but I felt like that was cheating so I refrained but it was pretty difficult. Right now I am remodeling my house so I have an apartment for the short-term so my record player is at my house and I was really wishing I had it with me. I also found myself taking breaks from work to switch tabs and got to the NPR website or some other news source to be caught up on the news. Normally, I get a bunch of notifications from different news outlets and I feel up to date.

Even with the anxiety I felt not being able to listen to music or books during work and while cleaning, I found that I am fairly happy with my screen time during the day. I average about 4 hours of screen time per day and it's mostly listening to books, music, or reading the news. In the future, I would like to be better about not "doom scrolling" immediately upon waking up. Usually, I wake up, listen to NPR, and then get ready when my daughter is done getting ready. I have to admit, it felt good to have her wake me up rather than my annoying alarm and then immediately start reading news after waking up. I honestly don't know why I do that to myself, but it's just something that I do.

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Made of Steele - Chapter 4

*Warning: Adult Content*

It was Thursday and I was back at school and the moment I stepped inside the halls I felt all eyes on me.

From the two days I was recovering at home from being sick, the news that Hanna and I had broken up had spread not only across school but social media.

Sometimes, being the son of a known billionaire and the stepson of a famous actor sucked, even more now so that they were now married, making me newsworthy whenever something happened without my dad catching it fast enough.

My dad and Evan tried to make it less 'news' as possible but it was out there in the public and already too late to do anything, other than get on with my life.

I wanted a normal high school life and this is just something that came with the territory of choosing your own destiny.

One of those things, were being in the spotlight and just because I was uncomfortable, I was not going to run away like some coward.

"Hey Jamie," my friend, Leo came beside me, as I opened my locker to put my bag into.

"Heard about Hannah, sucks man but we all saw it coming."

I looked at him then scoffed, a small smile reaching my lips as I closed the locker.

"Yeah."

There wasn't anything more to say about it, my friends had spammed me all day yesterday to get gossip out of me and when I said nothing, Hannah had told them everything, which only made them spam me harder to ask if what she was saying was true.

"How are you doing? You look better than what I was told," he asked, as he walked beside me to our first class.

"What?" I said, looking at him confused.

"Hannah might be a bitch now,but she still cares about you, told us you saw a doctor and everything."

I hum and shrug, wondering why she said that, despite the last time I saw her, she was slamming my door and almost breaking the glass because we just broke up.

"Well, I'm fine now, so..."

We reach the classroom and I took a seat in the back, near the window, where the quiet kids usually sit to not talk to anyone but today I was claiming it as my own, as I got here first.

As more and more students start coming into the classroom and sitting down, the sooner the teacher came but to my surprise our regular teacher didn't show up but someone else.

"Mrs. Kim is out sick today, so I'm afraid you all get me," Kit starts, picking up a pen and turning around to write on the whiteboard. "Since I'm just a sub and only a few years older than you seniors, you can call me Kit or Sir the choice is yours," he adds, once he signed his name on the board, along with a book page number.

He had yet to look at me and considering what I did the last time I saw him, I thought he would spot me immediately but luckily for me I was hunched over the table in front of me and being blocked by the girl in front of me.

"Alright, let's do some reading and then I'll pass out a test, so just try your best, alright?" he said, before grabbing a stack of papers and handing them out.

Well, fuck.

I sat up straight in my chair and once I did so and Kit reached the back of the classroom, where I was sitting, he had spot me and done a double look as I looked away from him, awkwardly looking outside.

This was weird.

He reached me and left a test paper on my desk and then turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, I decided to just forget about it and open my book and turn to the page 674 in my book and keep my head down.

I knew this was awkward, not only for me but no doubt for him too, a student, a guy had kissed him but that wasn't the worst part, the worst part for me was that I didn't think it was bad.

I just really wanted to shut him up but I ended up liking it, even if I did kiss him for a split second, it wasn't as disgusting as I thought it would be, he had surprisingly soft lips.

The rest of class went on as normal, we did some stupid test that had something to do with the page on the book and after that he made us watch a boring documentary on the something that had nothing to do with science.

Senior year was too slack considering half of the seniors were completely stressed about college and what we were doing once we graduated, yet teachers and subs were just treating us like children, passing us tests and making us watch videos.

There was really nothing more else to do but wait, exams were over and we had weeks left before graduation.

When the class ended, I lifted my head from the table and wiped my mouth free of drool, I got up from my seat along with everyone else as the bell rang through the air and grabbed my bag.

Thinking it was a good idea at the time, was now the worst I had in a while, as students got out before me, I was the last one left to leave and with Kit standing near the door practically waiting for me, I felt my whole-body cold sweat.

"Do you have a minute, Jamie?" Kit asked, as I reached the classroom door. "I promise this won't take long," he added, smiling handsomely at me.

I knew what he was going to say, before he even said it and that's what made this even more awkward when he closed the door for privacy and then turned around to look at me.

"If this is about... Monday, I uh..." I start, swallowing hard, not sure exactly how to explain myself. "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

I snap my eyes to his and frown.

What did he mean by 'why'?

"Huh?"

He shrugged and walked past me to grab his book on the table.

"Did you regret kissing me?" he asked, leaning against the desk with a playful smile on his lips.

"I... uh..." I was so confused.

"I don't understand," I said dumbly, making him stare at me, like he was trying to figure out something.

After an awkward moment of silence, Kit leans off the desk and stepped in front of me, until he was so close to me, I could smell the aftershave on him.

"I'm asking if you regret kissing me, Jamie or did you do it because you like me?" he asked, his voice low as his eyes searched mine.

I was speechless, after-all I half expected him to just drop it or call me out on it privately, I did not expect this reaction out of him, almost like he was asking for reasons unknown.

Why did I kiss him?

Because I wanted to?

To see how it felt?

Curious?

Fuck, I didn't know, now that I think about it, I don't understand what made me do it, he was close and something about him being close to me, made me feel strange in my body, like it moved on it's own.

Did I like him?

Not at all but yet, something about him did leave me curious.

"If you're not mad about it then can we just... drop it?" I force out, looking at him to see his brows raise slightly.

"What if I don't want to?"

"What?"

He kept moving forward, closer to me, until I eventually hit my back against the classroom door, with Kit hovering over me, his face close to mine.

"You're hard," he whispered, as I felt my body tingle as his breath hit my face.

I looked down, nervous, yet curious and when I saw that he was right, I was embarrassed that I didn't even notice and he did but even more embarrassed that I had no control over my body anymore.

Was he messing with me right now?

Or did he actually...

Kit pressed his chest against mine and leaned his head forward, his eyes on mine and his lips inches from mine and in that moment, I should've pushed him away but instead, curious to see what his game was, I held eye contact.

Just before our lips touch, someone knocked on the door behind me and made me jump and move away from him, my heart hammering in my chest as I tried to calm myself down, turning around and trying to think of something disgusting as Kit unlocked the door to see who knocked.

"Oh, sorry I didn't realize this classroom was taken today," another teacher said, looking at me and smiling once I turned around.

"Oh, it's not," Kit said smiling, turning to me as I looked between the two teachers, wanting nothing more than to just leave this awkward situation.

"I should get to class..." I said looking at Kit, smiling weakly as I walked past him and the other teacher.

"Think about what we talked about, Jamie," Kit called out, smiling as the other teacher walked into the classroom.

I didn't say anything back as I turned around and just kept walking towards my next class, thinking of nothing but what just happened, as much as I tried to block it out.

All the way to my next class, I had to wonder what I was doing kissing him and what the hell he was doing not pushing me away when I pounced on him.

I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

Did he like me or something?

Or was he just messing with me?

Either way, I was in no position to act on what I was feeling or not feeling for this guy, another man, given how complicated my life was and how at any moment it could all blow up in not only my face but his if this 'kiss' got out.

I did not know how I felt about him or any of this, whilst I did not dislike what happened nor did I push him away, him as a person just annoyed me, yet I can't hide the way I felt when I was around him.

I was confused and struggling to understand any of this and in times like this I would usually talk to Evan, as he didn't get crazy like my mom or intimidating like my dad, it felt like I was talking to a close friend and he always said shit without thinking, the complete opposite of my parents.

Still, it was too soon, I needed to figure this out on my own before I asked for advice on men, given that Evan would love to have me come to him about 'relationships'.

For now, I just needed to get through the day and hope this day does not get any worse or complicating.