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thicksexyasswomen46 · 7 hours ago
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Launch🚀🚀
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obsessedhoneycomb · 7 hours ago
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George Russell x fem!reader
Summary: While you thought you're about to spend your perfect anniversary night with your boyfriend, life reminds you otherwise.
Warnings: sadness, depressive thoughts, infertility, pregnancy, endometriosis
Word count: 1k
A/N: What can I even say.. I've been at the doctor's today, for check up after my surgery, which was a year ago and I got confirmed that my endometriosis is growing back. Not that I wouldn't know, because I know my body, but being said the facts out loud is hard. I spent my afternoon crying, curled on the couch, questioning myself in case of being able to have a child one day. To get myself out of the misery, I wrote this, because I would like to have someone to come home to me and hold me in his arms, just giving me the support through all this shit. I already wrote a few pieces endometriosis related, so if you want, check it out too. Love you all. <3
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It was meant to be a perfect day, you had plans to cook some dinner and also had some spicy things in your mind for the night.
Getting through your doctors appointments was something you got used to in the last year, after you had a surgery for your endometriosis. You felt something was off for a few months, your cramps crawling, stabbing you in the back again, those flares being harsh to the point you couldn't even sit. But you held your optimism, trying not to scare George, because worrying him while he was at his prime perfomance during the season wasn't on the list.
Today was meant to be special because you had a two years anniversary.
"Can you see these lesions here? It's back again, I'm sorry."
The words you somehow expected, but didn’t want to hear. The same spiral of pain, hormone shots, nausea and... infertility.
Yeah, you discussed it with George, because everything seems so easy to talk about with him, the idea of having kids.
It gutted you deeply, that you might not be able to give him a child.
As you got home, the space was quiet, only the soft humming of aircondition was heard, making your heart clench, that he's not even there to embrace your mess, even though it's not his fault. George was meant to be home in the evening, but you had a message in your voicemail, that he can’t get home in time, because of the delayed flight. Okay, he'll be here in the morning.
But your sadness and depresive thoughts will be with you through the night. Torturing your mind, getting the best of you, making you feel worthless and weak.
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"Baby...?"
The faint sound of the deep voice woke you from the nap. You cried yourself to sleep in the living room, still wearing your clothes you went to the doctors in. The coat scattered on the ground next to the couch, your shoes kicked in the hallway, tissues to which you drowned your tears everywhere around you.
George knew something happened, it tugged at his heartstrings, when he saw you like this. Sad, messy and depressed.
You groaned a little, disoriented, while he sat beside you, his gaze locked on your face.
"What happened?"
Softly, he took your hand into his, brushing over your knuckles, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.
Then it hit you again. "It's back again, I'm sorry."
Tears burning in your eyes, you avert them to the side, not able to look into his beautiful ocean blue eyes.
"Hey, love... Don't do this. I know, that something is wrong, but don't try to avoid me, I'm here for you, remember?"
The flicker of hope, that you’re not that worthless went through your mind, your gaze finally locking on his, pouring all your hurt into the pool of his positivity.
"I was at the doctor's today."
Oh no. There's was only one thing that was able to get this reaction out of you.
"How bad is it?"
His hand wander slowly to your cheek, brushing a thumb over it.
"It's not worse than last time, but still... It's there. Again. For fucks sake, again. I hate it so much. I hate myself."
The breaking point, your emotions flew out, your voice cracking and your tears staining your cheeks, your eyes red even more than before.
George pulled you closer to him, letting you lean against him, as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. The scent of him mixed with his cologne was enough to calm you down a little bit. He was your safe haven.
"Shhh... It's okay, just- just let it out. Be angry, scream and cry. Don't hold it in your mind. I'm here to hold you, to pick up your shattered pieces." his voice was soothing lullaby, when your cries got louder and more desperate. Brushing his fingers through your hair, he pressed the kiss on your temple, rocking you as his arms were wrapped around you tightly.
"I might not be able to have a child, George." you choked out between your sobs, and he looked down at your face with frown.
"Is that the thing that concern you the most?"
"Obviously. What a woman I am, to not give her man a child."
George felt partly offended by your words, but he kept his composure, because he was used to your hateful comments towards yourself, even, for the most of the time, you were a hell of a confident woman, loving yourself.
"Don't talk like this, please. You're much more than a baby machine." he tried to be funny and.. it worked. You smiled through your tears. He reached for your cheek, wiping off your emotions, smiling a little.
"You can't lose hope just like that. We can be lucky, you know. We just have to try, be patient and somewhere along the way, we're gonna be blessed. I don't care if it's gonna be in a month or in years. I'll be there for you along the way. As I always am. And even though we don't get lucky, I'm lucky to have you. And that's all that matters in my life, because you're my family."
And as ever, he managed to give you peace, calming warmth flooded your soul, making you sure in that George is the one.
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Watching the screen of the ultrasound machine as you laid down on the examination table at your doctor’s, you couldn’t shake the excitement. George, holding your hand, standing beside you, was watching your expression, his chest fluttering at how happy you were.
"Ah, seems like you got very lucky." The doctor chuckled, pointing to the screen, showing two strong fetuses.
"What does it mean?" George asked first, clearly confused.
"That means that you're gonna have twins."
You nearly passed out while you gasped loudly.
"What?! Two of them?"
George only chuckled, kissing your forehead, nuzzling his nose to your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.
"Guess we were pretty thorough with our trying." he whispered with teasing tone in his voice.
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kimis25 · 2 days ago
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mind you this is a glimpse of the future at mercedes
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daydreamingastronauts · 15 hours ago
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f1 isn't starting till march 16 and i might actually go insane due to it like wdym we have 50+ more days to go?
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16wheelerhorse · 6 hours ago
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KIMI IS BEING KEPT IN ONE OF LEWIS’ MASSIVE ASS SUITCASES AGAINST HIS WILL BEING FORCED TO WRITE LEWIS’ ITALIAN IG CAPTIONS this is child labour it must stop 😔
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pucksandpower · 8 months ago
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George did the pose 😭
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idontgotopartiesanymore · 3 months ago
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F1 Rookies + the internet (here’s more)
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sugenberry · 6 months ago
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If George is disqualified, NOONE tell that little Japanese George Russell kid, ok? Like no matter what you think of George's win, we can all agree that kid should be allowed to be delulu
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wonderwolffs · 9 days ago
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susie_wolff: Cause all of me loves all of you. Happy Birthday my Brilliant Husband ❤️
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britney-rosberg06 · 7 months ago
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“why is the merc so shit?”
all the engineers and mechanics are helping a seventeen year old with his homework. Next question
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leclercsainzz · 8 months ago
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Can I request a reader x wolff one please? where reader and non f1 male were the ultimate couple, so it came as a shock when they broke up. With many people being sad about their split, since they seemed perfect for each other. However recent rumors have surfaced that maybe she might be seeing toto, which causes quite a stir among fans, who are now speculating about the potential new relationship?
NEW ROMANTICS
PARINGS: toto wolff x fem!reader
TYPE: social media au
yourusername
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liked by jaredpadalecki, lewishamilton and 567,738 others
yourusername: @vanityfair oscar date night
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genpadalecki: 😍 stunning as always!
↳ yourusername: i love youuu 😘
user: can jensen fight?!??
user: MOTHER OMG
user: where’s jen?
user: stunning 😍
user: she does NOT age, i swear 😩
misha: 😃
↳ user: castiel energy frr
user: did jensen go with her??!?
user: mom where’s dad?!???
user: she’s soooo mother, omgg 😍
user: @jensenackles can you fight, bro?
user: lewis, what are you doing here?!?? 👀
user: the definition of MOTHER
user: has anyone noticed jensen hasn’t liked/comment?
↳ user: what are you insinuating??!? 🙄
↳ user: haven’t seen them together for quite a while, actually
↳ user: obviously they won’t be out in public 24/7
user: kindly step on me 😩
user: did her and jensen break up or something?!? 😭😭
user: anyone else noticed the mercedes boys in the likes?
user: 😍😍 gorgeous!
user: jensen’s one lucky ass mf 😩
user: waiting for jensen’s comment and like
user: ATE and left NO CRUMBS
sofiavergara: 😍 wow
user: mother is mothering 😍
user: why are ppl saying her and dad are broken up?!!?
user: 😍😍😍😍 goddess
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jensenackles
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jensenackles: a little bts of yesterday’s photo shoot
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user: the man that you are, oml 😮‍💨
user: the fact that yn’s getting this everyday 😭😭
user: they’re still together right?!!??
jaredpadecki: 😘
user: so fine
user: apparently he might be single again sooooo 😏
user: he’s fine and he knows it
user: WHAT A MAN 😍😍
↳ user: indeed 😩
user: are yn and jensen still together?!??!??
↳ user: of course, why wouldn’t they be?!?
↳ user: there’s been rumors going on about them breaking up
↳ user: they better not be true 😭 wtf
user: why are people saying jensen and yn broke up??!?
user: father of my kids (im kidding) (im not)
user: aged like fine wineeeee 😮‍💨
↳ user: he gets sexier each year 😍
user: SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
user: @yourusername is so luckyyy
↳ user: supposedly, they broke up 🤷🏻‍♀️
↳ user: sAy SIKE RN
user: how can i get his attention? 😩
user: another day another slay
user: finest man ever 🥵
user: that’s my dean winchester
user: i need to know if mom and dad are still together or not
↳ user: girl, frrr 😭😭 it’s been weeks
user: where’s yn??!?? she hasn’t liked nor commented 🤨
user: sirrrrrr 😍
user: so sexyyyy of him
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yourusername: life lately
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user: YN A MERCEDES FAN?!!??!???
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user: is thAt toto wolff?!??
user: gorgeous 😍
user: missing dad hours 😓
↳ user: we’re ALL going through it right now:’(
user: mercedes?! lewis liking all her post?!? tell me u all see it?
↳ user: we all see it, i assure you 👀
genpadalecki: gorgg 😍
↳ yourusername: ❤️
mercedesamgf1: thanks for coming, pretty lady 😘
↳ user: ADMIN?!!??? WHAT IS THIS?!!?
↳ user: lewis is definitely behind all this, i just know it
user: WHERE’S JENSEN???? 😭😭😭
user: lewis is great and all but jensen?!!?!?
user: can we talk about toto’s back? 😩
↳ user: she really got the best angle
user: who got you smiling like that? 🤨
user: the most beautiful woman ever, i swear
ruthie_connell: 😍😍😍 beautiful!
user: get back with jensen, please 🙏🏼
user: please tell me you’re dining with dad in the 5th slide
user: your beauty is unreal 😩
user: wait— who’s lewis?!!?
↳ user: formula one driver
↳ user: 8x world champion
↳ user: 7* but okay 🙄
user: mother 😍
user: yn being a mercedes fan is everything to me
user: mad i didn’t see her at the race 😭😭
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yourusername: 💗
tagged: @genpadalecki
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user: tHAT DOES NOT LOOK LIKE LEWIS?
user: who is that?!??
jaredpadalecki: @genpadalecki 😍
↳ yourusername: our wife’s gorgeous, isn’t she, moose?
↳ user: nOt moose 😭
user: that ain’t lewis?!??
user: i’m just going to pretend that’s jensen for my sake
user: missing jensen:((((
user: her friendship with gen is everything
user: gen and yn are the female version of sam and dean
feliciadays: beautiful ladies 😍
user: and everyone thought it was that hamilton guy LMAO
user: still not over her and jensen 😭😭 they were perfect
user: MOM, WE WANT DAD BACK 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲
user: anyone else think that looks like toto wolff??
↳ user: tHat’s what i Said!
misha: thanks for the invite btw 🙂
lewishamilton: 👀
↳ user: sIR, wHAT DO YOU KNOW?!??!?
↳ user: mind sharing with us??
carmenmmundt: 😍😍😍 gorggg
user: IS SHE DATING TOTO?!!?!????
user: lewis AND george liked? 👀
↳ user: even gasly’s nosy ass liked
↳ user: that’s why his forehead so big 😭 he knows it allllll
user: her side profile, omg 😍😍
user: he definitely screams toto wolff
user: idk who this wolff guy is but i want jensen back
user: her and jensen were supposed to be endgame 😭😭
user: ngl but her and toto would definitely make a cute couple
user: i love how everyone just assumes she’s with toto now
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yourusername: ft a small photo dump
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user: THAT BACK LOOKS SO FAMILIAR
user: tHat’s TOTO OMG
user: toto?!?!?? 😮
genpadalecki: my loveeee 😍
↳ yourusername: 😘 love yaaa, girlfriend
user: oooh to be yn
user: ynjensen is really over 😞😞
user: toto, that’s a nice back you’ve got;)
user: toto’s one lucky mf
user: I MISS JENSEN 😭😭😭
user: yn, babe, this ain’t you, get back with dad
user: that’s a hot back
user: lordddddddd 😍
user: TOTO?!!??
user: mother 😍
user: IS THAT TOTO, OMG?!??
↳ user: yessss
lewishamilton: 👀
user: ariana (lewis) what are you doing here?
georgerussell63: nice back there, mate
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user: we saw thAt comment george
user: toto is so fine omg 😩
user: my man is so fine
user: her side profile is everything
user: oNE CHANCE, YN, PLEASE 🙏🏼
user: toto’s soo lucky huh? 😭😭
user: did anyone else see george’s comment?!?!?
↳ user: what comment???
user: MOM MOM MOM MOM
user: you cannot tell me that isn’t toto
user: his back bro 🥵
user: what about jensen???? 😭😭😭
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yourusername: life lately <33
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user: “life lately” and post THE TOTO WOLFF?!! 😮
user: bitcH OMG
user: yn pulls the hottest men ever 😩
↳ user: nah frr — first jensen now toto??
user: idk if i want to be yn or be with her
user: can i be your sugar baby?
mercedesamgf1: finest couple ever! 😮‍💨
↳ user: admin— you’re so real for this omg
↳ user: admin knows what’s up
user: can toto fight?
↳ user: can’t fight for a championship that’s for sure
mercedesamgf1: the boss says you’re gorgeous
↳ user: GIVE THIS PERSON A RAISE FOR THEIR HARD WORK
genpadalecki: wifeee 😍
↳ yourusername: love yaaaaa 🫦
user: nooo, i miss jensen 😭😭
user: i KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
user: okay but how did toto bag her??? like come on
user: gorgeous ladyyy 😍
ruthie_connell: 😍😍😍
user: nOt pierre being in the likes
↳ user: loves the gossip lmao
jensenackles: @misha @jaredpadalecki told you
↳ user: DAD?!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!
↳ user: told them what?!!?
↳ yourusername: 😭 leave me alone, i love my chocolate
↳ jaredpadalecki: it’s always the chocolate
↳ genpadecki: chocolate is addicting okay
user: JENSEN COMMENTED?!???
↳ user: glad to know they ended on good terms 😩
user: yn, you’re sooo gorgeous
user: the woman that you are, omggg 😍
user: mother frrr
user: they make such a hot couple
user: yntoto 😮‍💨
user: i just need to know you and jensen are still friends
↳ yourusername: always <3
lewishamilton: gorgeous - toto wolff
lewishamilton: i don’t have instagram - toto wolff
↳ yourusername: text me, love 😘
↳ user: please this is so cute
user: nOt the sign off by toto himself 😭😭
christianhorner: 🫡
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fanfictionismyaddiction · 2 months ago
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The Spotlight She Never Noticed
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Word Count: 878
Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader
Summary: Y/n, unaware of her beauty, finds herself attracting newfound attention after being with Toto Wolff, leading her to slowly see herself through his adoring eyes.
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Y/n L/n always considered herself an average woman. Sure, she had her moments when she caught a glance in the mirror and thought, Not bad, but she never considered herself striking. She grew up surrounded by friends and family who treated her with love and warmth but weren’t the type to dwell on physical appearances. Compliments on her looks were rare, and when they did come, she brushed them off as politeness rather than genuine admiration.
Life took an unexpected turn when she fell for Toto Wolff, the towering, charismatic team principal of the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula 1 team. Toto, with his Austrian charm, sharp intellect, and undeniable presence, was a man who could command attention in any room he entered. Yet, he only had eyes for Y/n.
Their relationship was a whirlwind. She’d met him during a charity gala in Monaco, where she had been invited as a plus-one by a friend. Y/n spent most of the evening blending into the background, nursing a glass of champagne, and admiring the glamour from afar. When Toto approached her, she’d thought at first he must have mistaken her for someone else. Why would he want to talk to her?
But Toto saw something in Y/n that she couldn’t see herself. Her natural beauty, wit, and kindness captivated him. He was persistent, charming her with his quick humor and genuine interest in her life. Slowly, Y/n let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she was special in his eyes.
Months into their relationship, Toto began introducing Y/n to his world. The glamorous paddocks, VIP events, and high-profile parties became a part of her life. She felt out of place at first, standing next to models, celebrities, and executives who radiated confidence. But Toto’s unwavering support helped her adjust.
What Y/n didn’t notice—at least at first—was how other men began to look at her differently.
The Shift
At a private dinner in London, Y/n was chatting with one of Toto’s colleagues when she felt an unfamiliar gaze lingering on her. She glanced up to find a young marketing executive staring at her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.
“Sorry, I—uh—didn’t catch what you said,” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.
Y/n blinked. Was he… flustered? She laughed it off and repeated herself, but the encounter left her puzzled.
Over the next few weeks, similar incidents began to pile up. At a race weekend, a journalist held her hand a little too long while introducing himself. A barista at her favorite café gave her a drink on the house, insisting it was “on him.” Even a waiter at a restaurant Toto had taken her to seemed to pay her more attention than necessary, addressing her with compliments and a lingering smile.
Y/n brushed it off, assuming people were simply being polite or trying to impress Toto through her. But then she noticed something else: the compliments were directed at her, not Toto.
“You look stunning tonight,” the waiter had said.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” murmured the journalist.
At first, she mentioned it to Toto with a laugh. “I think people are just nice because I’m with you.”
Toto frowned slightly, his protective side surfacing. “That’s not it, Y/n. You’re beautiful. They’re noticing what I’ve always seen.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re biased.”
“I’m not,” Toto insisted, taking her hand. “But I’m starting to think I need to keep an eye on you. These men clearly have no shame.”
Y/n laughed, dismissing his concern. But deep down, she began to wonder.
The Realization
It wasn’t until a sponsor’s gala in Monaco that everything clicked for her. She wore a sleek, emerald-green gown that Toto had picked out for her, claiming it matched her eyes perfectly. When she walked into the ballroom on his arm, heads turned.
Throughout the evening, men approached her with compliments and subtle flirtations, even when Toto was only a few feet away. One particularly bold individual—a young driver from a rival team—brazenly asked her to dance.
Before Y/n could respond, Toto stepped in, his arm tightening around her waist. “She’s taken,” he said firmly, his voice low and commanding. The driver quickly retreated, but Toto’s jaw remained tense for the rest of the evening.
On the drive home, Y/n finally voiced her confusion. “Why is this happening? None of this ever happened before you.”
Toto glanced at her, his expression softening. “Because you didn’t see yourself the way others see you. And now, they’ve finally noticed what I knew all along.”
“But why now?”
“Confidence, Schatz.” He smiled, taking her hand. “You carry yourself differently now. You’re with me, yes, but it’s not about my status. You’ve always been beautiful, but now you believe in yourself a little more, and people can see it.”
Y/n frowned, trying to process his words. “I don’t know… I still feel like the same person.”
“You are,” Toto reassured her. “But you’re starting to see yourself through my eyes. And that’s a good thing. Just don’t let it go to your head,” he teased, leaning over to kiss her temple.
Y/n laughed, her heart swelling with love. She still wasn’t sure if she believed him, but maybe, just maybe, she was starting to see herself a little differently.
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classof2013-mitski · 1 month ago
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LOOK AT TJIS OMG I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS
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totohasitprintedout · 2 months ago
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some 2024 Vegas GP memes cuz I was bored
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Hamilton in the car ride to the podium:
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Carlos when he came to pit and saw the Ferrari mechanics having a sleepover in the garage:
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Ferrari fans watching their drivers fight on track and potentially lose the WCC:
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Charlos fans watching the Las Vegas GP:
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Lando fans watching Max win the WDC:
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McLaren fans enjoying the Ferrari drama:
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Lestappen fans watching the race and not knowing what emotion to show:
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(this was me)
Mercedes in Las Vegas when they remember they're Mercedes:
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The FIA trying to figure out how much community service they're going to give Charles:
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Apparently there's a limit so that's it ig
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pucksandpower · 2 months ago
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Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover
Toto Wolff x Reader
Summary: a wealthy older man with a starry-eyed younger woman — it’s a tale as old as time and a scene the saleswoman has seen countless times before … or is it?
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The showroom gleams under harsh fluorescent lights, every surface polished to a mirror finish. Cars, sleek and expensive, are lined up like jewels in a case. The hum of quiet conversation fills the space, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the soft clink of champagne glasses.
It’s another day at the auto show, and the saleswoman, tall and sharp-eyed, watches it all with a thin veneer of polite disinterest. She’s been here long enough to know who’s serious and who’s just here to gawk.
She spots them before they even step into her section. The man is hard to miss — tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of commanding presence that makes people step aside without even realizing it. His suit is tailored to perfection, probably costs more than her monthly salary.
And then there’s the girl — no, the woman — beside him. You’re much younger, that’s clear. You look out of place, wide-eyed and excited like a kid in a candy store, dressed in something trendy but understated, a deliberate contrast to the man’s sophistication.
The saleswoman’s eyes narrow as she watches you both approach. She’s seen this before — older man, younger woman, the kind of relationship that’s all too common in these circles. She doesn’t have to guess who’s footing the bill here.
“They’re all stunning,” you say, your voice carrying over the murmur of the crowd as you walk beside the man. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Take your time,” the man says, his voice low, accented, and rich with an authority that’s clearly second nature to him. He’s smiling at you, and there’s a warmth there that the saleswoman finds almost disarming. Almost.
She steps forward, her professional smile firmly in place, and approaches the two of you. “Good afternoon,” she says, her tone perfectly neutral, though there’s an edge to it, just enough to make her feel superior in this little interaction. “Is there anything in particular you’re interested in today?”
You look up at the man, a slight question in your eyes, as if asking for permission to speak. The saleswoman notices this, of course, and it only confirms what she already thinks.
“The Porsche 911 S/T,” you say, your voice gaining a little confidence as you look back at her. “It’s — wow, it’s incredible.”
The saleswoman allows herself a small, condescending smile. Of course, you’d go for something flashy like that. “A beautiful choice,” she says smoothly. “Though it’s not currently available for sale. It’s more of a display model for now.”
You look disappointed, but before you can say anything, the man steps in. “Is that so?” He asks, his tone polite but firm. “And when will it be available?”
“Not for a few months, I’m afraid,” she replies, keeping her smile in place even as she feels a flicker of unease at the intensity in his eyes. “But we can certainly take your information and let you know the moment it is.”
You’re distracted by another car nearby — a sleek, silver Audi R8 — and the man follows your gaze. “Excuse me for a moment,” he says to the saleswoman, already moving toward the car that has caught your attention. She watches him go, a tightness forming in her chest.
You’re bending slightly, peering into the Audi’s interior, running your fingers over the smooth leather seats. The man is right behind you, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, a gesture that’s both protective and possessive.
“What do you think of this one?” He asks, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. You smile, and it’s a real smile, the kind that makes your whole face light up.
“It’s beautiful,” you say, your voice soft, almost reverent. “But I think I’m still in love with the Porsche.”
He chuckles, and the sound is deep, genuine. “You have good taste.”
The saleswoman doesn’t hear what you say next, but she sees the way you look up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. She almost rolls her eyes. Of course, you’re infatuated. Who wouldn’t be, with a man like that?
But there’s something else, something in the way he looks at you that makes her pause. There’s affection there, sure, but it’s more than that. It’s something deeper, more complicated.
He straightens up, leaving you to admire the Audi, and makes his way back to the saleswoman. She steels herself, ready to resume the dance of negotiation, but his next words take her by surprise.
“I want to buy the Porsche for my partner,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.
She blinks, momentarily thrown. “As I mentioned earlier, sir, it’s not for sale at the moment. But we can-”
“You misunderstand,” he interrupts, his eyes locking onto hers with a quiet intensity. “I’m not asking if it’s for sale. I’m telling you I want to buy it.”
The saleswoman feels a prickle of irritation, but she keeps her expression neutral. “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Mr …”
“Wolff,” he says, his voice steady. “Toto Wolff.”
The name rings a bell, and she stiffens slightly. Of course, she’s heard of him. Everyone in this business has. But she’s not about to let him walk all over her just because he’s some big shot.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolff, but even for you, the car isn’t available. It’s a prototype, and it won’t be released for sale until-”
He cuts her off with a low laugh, and there’s something almost dangerous in the sound. “For me,” he says slowly, as if explaining something very simple to a child, “they’ll make it available.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but the words die in her throat. There’s a look in his eyes that makes it clear this isn’t a man who’s used to hearing the word no. And she realizes, with a sinking feeling, that he’s right. If Toto Wolff wants that car, he’s going to get it.
The saleswoman swallows hard, her professional composure beginning to crack around the edges. “I’ll need to speak with my manager,” she says finally, her voice losing some of its earlier confidence.
“Please do,” he replies smoothly, his gaze flicking back to where you’re still admiring the Audi, completely unaware of the tension playing out behind you.
She turns on her heel, making her way to the back office with quick, clipped steps. The nerve of him, she thinks, but even as she seethes, she knows what the outcome will be. No one says no to someone like Toto Wolff.
As she waits for her manager to confirm the inevitable, she casts a glance through the glass wall of the office, watching you and him from a distance. You’re laughing at something he’s said, your hand resting on his arm, and for a moment, the saleswoman feels a strange, unwelcome pang of something close to envy.
It’s not just the money or the power that he has — though there’s plenty of that — it’s the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing that matters. Like he would move mountains just to see you smile.
The manager finally appears, a mix of excitement and nerves on his face as he hurries over to speak with Toto. The saleswoman stays back, watching as they exchange words, her earlier confidence completely drained. She knows what’s coming, and sure enough, after a few minutes, the manager gestures for her to come forward.
“Mr. Wolff,” the manager says, his tone obsequious, “we’d be more than happy to arrange the purchase of the Porsche for you. It’s not something we typically do, but in your case, we can make an exception.”
Toto gives a small nod, as if this is exactly what he expected. “Good,” he says, then glances over at you, still absorbed in the Audi. “I’ll take care of the details later. For now, I’d prefer if my partner remains unaware of the purchase.”
The manager nods quickly. “Of course, of course. Discretion is our priority.”
The saleswoman feels a fresh wave of irritation as the manager all but trips over himself to please Toto. But what bothers her even more is the realization that she was wrong. This isn’t a simple sugar relationship, despite what she first thought. There’s something real here, something that makes her uncomfortable in ways she can’t quite put into words.
As Toto walks back over to you, the manager gives the saleswoman a sharp look, silently instructing her to follow his lead. She pastes on her best smile, swallowing her pride, and follows after him.
You don’t notice the shift in the atmosphere when Toto returns to your side. You’re too engrossed in the car, asking him questions about its specs and design, your enthusiasm infectious. The saleswoman watches the two of you interact, trying to reconcile the easy, genuine affection she sees with her initial assumptions.
“So,” Toto says, leaning in a little closer to you, “if you could choose any car here, which one would it be?”
You bite your lip, clearly torn, but finally, you sigh. “I know it’s silly, but I keep coming back to the Porsche. It’s just … it’s perfect.”
His smile widens, and the saleswoman feels a pang of something she refuses to name. “Then the Porsche it is,” he says softly, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
You laugh, a little embarrassed. "Toto, you can't just buy it because I like it. It's not even for sale."
He chuckles, a warm, deep sound that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room. “You’d be surprised what’s possible.”
The saleswoman shifts uncomfortably, watching as Toto brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment too long to be purely casual. You smile up at him, oblivious to everything except the man in front of you.
She clears her throat, forcing herself back into the conversation. “Actually, we can make arrangements for the Porsche. If you’d like, we can finalize the details and set up delivery.”
You blink, surprised. “Really? But I thought-”
Toto smiles, squeezing your hand gently. “It’s yours, if you want it.”
Your eyes widen, and for a moment, you’re speechless. Then you throw your arms around him, pressing your face into his chest as you mumble a heartfelt, “Thank you.”
The saleswoman watches, the professional smile on her face feeling more like a grimace now. She doesn’t understand it, doesn’t understand you or him, but she knows she was wrong.
You pull back, looking up at Toto with a softness in your eyes that’s almost too much to bear. “I don’t even know what to say,” you whisper.
“Just be happy,” he murmurs back, his voice tender in a way that makes the saleswoman want to look away.
And for a moment, she does. She turns her gaze to the gleaming cars, the reflections of the showroom lights bouncing off their polished surfaces. When she looks back, you’re both still there, lost in each other, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.
The saleswoman feels a strange, hollow emptiness settle in her chest as she turns to finalize the sale, realizing that perhaps, despite everything, this wasn’t about money or power at all.
Perhaps it was just about love.
***
The estate in Oxfordshire is nothing short of palatial, its sprawling grounds stretching out in every direction, bordered by neatly trimmed hedges and ancient oaks. The driveway is long and winding, leading up to a mansion that looks like it could have been lifted straight out of a Jane Austen novel — grand, elegant, with an air of timeless sophistication.
The saleswoman sits in the passenger seat of the delivery truck, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her jacket. She’s never been nervous about a delivery before, but then again, she’s never delivered to someone like Toto Wolff before.
Beside her, the driver is humming along to a tune on the radio, completely at ease as they turn onto the estate’s private road. She glances at the rearview mirror, catching sight of the Porsche 911 S/T, pristine and gleaming, with an oversized red bow affixed to the roof. It looks absurd, she thinks, a toy fit for a princess.
It takes several minutes to reach the front of the house, the tires crunching softly over the gravel. The saleswoman feels a knot tighten in her stomach as they pull to a stop.
She’s here to oversee the delivery, to make sure everything goes smoothly, but part of her wonders if this is all a colossal waste of time. Surely, she could’ve sent someone else. But she’d insisted on coming herself—perhaps out of some twisted sense of curiosity, or maybe it was just her bruised pride.
The driver cuts the engine, and there’s a brief moment of silence before the door to the mansion opens. Toto steps out first, his movements unhurried, as if he’s in no rush at all. And then you appear beside him, your hand lightly resting on his arm as you walk out together.
“Here we go,” the driver mutters, giving her a nod before he hops out to start the unloading process.
The saleswoman takes a deep breath, composing herself before she steps out of the truck. Her heels sink slightly into the gravel as she approaches, her professional smile back in place. Toto greets her with a nod, his expression unreadable, while you give her a warm, if somewhat shy, smile.
“I hope the drive wasn’t too difficult,” Toto says, his voice smooth and polite, but there’s a hint of something more behind his words. An expectation that everything will, of course, be perfect.
“Not at all, Mr. Wolff,” the saleswoman replies quickly, her smile tightening. “It was a pleasure, really.”
You step forward, your eyes wide with excitement as you look past her to the truck. “Is it …” you ask, your voice filled with a mix of disbelief and anticipation.
The driver is already lowering the truck’s ramp, and as the Porsche comes into view, you let out a small gasp. “It’s beautiful,” you whisper, taking a step closer, your hand still clutching Toto’s arm. “I can’t believe it’s really here.”
Toto watches you with a soft smile, the kind of smile that the saleswoman has started to recognize as reserved only for you. “I told you it would be,” he says quietly, as if this moment is just as special for him as it is for you.
The saleswoman clears her throat, drawing their attention back to her. “We took extra care during the transport,” she says, trying to regain some control over the situation. “Everything is exactly as it was when it left the showroom.”
“Thank you,” Toto says, but his focus is already back on you as you approach the car, your fingers brushing over the sleek lines of the Porsche as if you’re afraid it might disappear if you touch it too firmly.
You circle the car slowly, taking it all in, and for a moment, the saleswoman feels like an intruder in this private moment. She watches as you turn back to Toto, your eyes bright with unshed tears. “I don’t even know what to say,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.
He steps closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “I just want you to be happy.”
The saleswoman averts her gaze, the tenderness of the moment making her uncomfortable. She’s seen plenty of couples over the years, but there’s something about the way you and Toto interact that feels … different.
It’s not just the age difference, though that’s part of it. It’s the way he looks at you, like you’re the most precious thing in the world, and the way you look at him, like he’s your anchor in a storm.
The driver interrupts her thoughts as he finishes unloading the car. “All done here,” he says cheerfully, handing the keys over to Toto with a grin. “She’s all yours.”
Toto takes the keys with a nod of thanks, but instead of pocketing them, he holds them out to you. “Would you like to take her for a spin?”
Your eyes widen, and you laugh, a light, joyful sound that echoes in the evening air. “Now? I haven’t even driven a car like this before!”
“There’s a first time for everything,” he replies, his tone teasing yet encouraging. “And I trust you completely.”
You hesitate for a moment, glancing at the car and then back at Toto. The saleswoman can see the internal debate playing out on your face — excitement warring with nervousness. But then, with a deep breath, you take the keys from him, your fingers brushing against his as you do.
“Okay,” you say, your voice firming with determination. “Let’s do it.”
The saleswoman watches as you climb into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors and running your hands over the steering wheel like you’re trying to familiarize yourself with every inch of the car. Toto takes the passenger seat beside you, and for a brief moment, the saleswoman catches a glimpse of his hand resting on your knee, a gesture that’s both reassuring and intimate.
She’s pulled out of her thoughts when the driver nudges her, motioning toward the truck. “We should get going,” he says, glancing over at the car. “Looks like they’ve got everything under control.”
But the saleswoman doesn’t move. She’s rooted to the spot, watching as you and Toto pull away from the estate, the Porsche purring softly as it glides down the driveway. There’s something about the scene that feels almost cinematic, like she’s watching a moment that she’s not supposed to be a part of.
The car disappears around a bend in the road, and the saleswoman finally exhales, not realizing she’s been holding her breath. She turns back to the driver, who’s looking at her with mild curiosity.
“Everything okay?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.
She forces a smile, pushing down the strange mix of emotions churning in her chest. “Yeah,” she says, though the word feels hollow. “Everything’s fine.”
They load back into the truck, the engine roaring to life as they begin the long drive back to the showroom. The saleswoman stares out the window, her thoughts racing, replaying the scene over and over in her mind.
She tries to tell herself that it’s just another delivery, just another rich couple flaunting their wealth. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t shake the image of the way Toto looked at you, like you were his entire world.
The driver’s voice cuts through her thoughts as he asks, “So, you think they’re the real deal?”
She turns to look at him, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”
He shrugs, keeping his eyes on the road. “I mean, a guy like him, a girl like her … you think it’s more than just the money?”
The saleswoman hesitates, her fingers curling around the edge of her seat. She wants to dismiss it, to laugh it off and say that of course it’s just about the money. But the words stick in her throat, refusing to come out.
“Yeah,” she finally says, her voice quieter than she intended. “I think it is.”
The driver nods, seemingly satisfied with her answer, and they fall into silence once more. But the saleswoman can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted, that this delivery has left her with more questions than answers.
As they drive away from the estate, the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the road. The saleswoman stares at them, lost in thought, wondering what it must feel like to be loved the way Toto loves you.
She knows she’ll never have an answer to that question, but as the truck rumbles down the road, she can’t help but think that maybe — just maybe — there’s more to life than the things she’s always taken for granted.
And for the first time in a long time, she finds herself longing for something she can’t quite put into words.
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