as a tiny prompt: aye wearing akks clothes (maybe an iconic tank top that's a bit too big on him) and akk feeling a certain way
hi nonny i am at last back at it again. thank you for your patience! ✨i think akk's more iconic of his 2 tank tops is definitely the teal one
we are in the post-os2 long-distance akkaye timeline again; 1.2k, rated t for they're kissing
💜
It’s well into the afternoon when Akk finally hears the telltale sound of movement in his bed. His desk, across his dorm room, faces away, and he doesn’t bother turning from the chair to look. It’s going to take Aye a little while to actually wake up, and the last Akk had seen he’d been sprawled face-down across the pillows, taking up nearly all the room in an already too-small bed.
So instead, he keeps writing, the little scratching noise of his pen the only sound in the room. Akk usually works with something playing in the background, but he’d forgone music in deference to Aye’s recovery from nineteen hours of air travel. He’s also not really working, not so soon after the end of term; he sets back to writing in his journal, content enough to wait just a little longer.
Like he’d expected, it’s a while before he hears the telltale groaning of Aye actually getting up. He resists the urge to look for a while, but eventually turns to glance over his shoulder and catches the bathroom door closing, hears the sink turn on. He smiles.
A few minutes later, he again doesn’t look up when the door opens and Aye’s arms loop around him from behind, a chin digging into his shoulder.
“Good afternoon,” Akk says mildly, gently leaning the side of his head against his boyfriend’s.
Aye whines, incoherent, and squeezes around Akk’s shoulders. He smells like toothpaste.
“That bad, huh?”
“What time is it,” Aye mumbles, almost directly against Akk’s ear.
“It’s half past two, and I probably should’ve woken you up earlier. The jet lag isn’t going to get any better like this.”
Aye lets out a muffled groan and drops his face into Akk’s shoulder, breath warm against the skin. He has to be leaning over the back of the desk chair, and it can’t be comfortable, but he’s clinging so thoroughly it’d be hard to detach him. He says something, barely audible.
“What?”
“What are you doing?” Aye enunciates more clearly, sounding both definitely still sleepy and distinctly pouty. Akk can feel his lips moving. “Pay attention to me.”
“I’m journaling,” Akk answers, laughing a little. Deliberately, he adds another word.
“What happened to my cute boyfriend from yesterday who missed me so much he cried at the airport?”
“Your cute boyfriend from yesterday had to carry you inside from the car and as such doesn’t miss you anymore,” Akk answers primly, holding in a laugh. “Also, you cried too.”
“You just called yourself cute,” Aye says, sighing dreamily. “You should write it in your journal. This is a historic moment.”
“Shut up.”
Aye scoffs theatrically. “Listen to you. I’m never so mean.”
Akk pointedly gets another two words written down and very generously doesn’t refute Aye’s bald-faced lie. “I’m not mean. I let you sleep in, didn’t I? And I made lunch, but it’s in the minifridge now.”
Against his shoulder, Aye’s lips curve first into a smile and then into a kiss.
Akk melts a little. He hadn’t known, really, how much he missed this. He thought he knew, but he didn’t.
“You made lunch for me?” Aye asks, sounding delighted despite how he’s pulling his arms away. “I guess I can forgive you then. I am hungry.”
Akk spins in his chair, glancing up. “We can—“ he starts, before the words catch in his throat.
Aye’s hair is down, soft and in his eyes. That’s the first blow. The second is his bare legs, the edges of boxers just barely visible under the hem of the third shot directly to the heart, one of Akk’s tank tops.
On Akk, it’s already oversized, and on Aye the effect is worse. He can see the curve of Aye’s waist where the side hangs open, paler than the rest of his skin. It contrasts prettily against the blue-green of Akk’s shirt. His eyes stick there, tracing the shape of it over and over until without his conscious input he reaches out and curls his fingers around that waist, tugging Aye abruptly forward into his lap.
Aye makes a cut-off little noise of surprise, just barely getting his legs to the side in time. His skin under Akk’s hand is warm and soft and his weight in Akk’s lap is familiar even after all these months away, and his mouth is still in a cute little ‘o’ of surprise.
He rallies quickly, though, and that ‘o’ morphs into the cat smile Aye wears only at his most self-satisfied. Leaning forward to keep his balance, he sets his hands lightly on Akk’s chest and says, a laugh in his voice, “Does my cute boyfriend still miss me after all?”
Blinking a couple times and valiantly fighting the urge to dig his nails in, Akk says, “You’re wearing my shirt.”
It’s hardly the first time. Aye loves stealing Akk’s clothes, and he’s seen it before — but the combination of all that skin and Aye soft and real and in his room and his shirt and now his lap is doing something to him. Aye’s here to steal his clothes again, here and tangible in his arms.
“So I am. Most of mine are still in my bags.” Aye’s tone is fond as he stares down at whatever dumbstruck expression Akk is wearing, but it goes darker as he asks, “Do you like that?”
Akk tries to drag his eyes up through the sea of radio static that his higher thought processes have become, but before his face is another stopping point; his collarbone, visible from the drape of the tank top and sadly unmarked. His left hand comes up until his thumb can run over that exposed skin.
He feels more than hears Aye take a breath in, and lets his fingers follow the motion up the column of his throat. It vibrates as Aye says, a little shakily, “I guess that answers that question.”
Akk, who would usually roll his eyes but is distracted by the way Aye licks his lips after speaking, finishes the journey to curl his hand around the back of Aye’s neck and pull him down. Aye goes easily, melting into the kiss with a sigh that Akk has heard a million times and also not in months. They’d kissed last night, brief and soft and clumsy with sleep once he’d finally gotten Aye into the safety of their dorm, but not like this.
No, not like this at all; he feels teeth against his upper lip. Aye’s hands leave his chest to wander down to his waist then back up to his shoulders and cling there, squeezing pressure through fabric. It feels a little like Aye might understand it, like he might get the ache in Akk’s hands and heart to hold him as close as possible. Akk makes a soft noise into his mouth, shifting in the chair, and they break apart for a moment, just far enough that their noses still touch.
“So,” asks Aye, breathy but still somehow infuriatingly smug, “Do you want me to keep it on, or take it off?”
In retaliation, Akk summons all his willpower and says, “I thought you were hungry.”
Aye leans in again, close enough that their lips brush, and whispers, “Shut up.”
80 notes
·
View notes
reams and reactions (part 1)- r.cameron
------------------
------------------
a/n: HELLO! welcome to my new obx series, don't worry, if you follow me for cm or anything else I'll still be posting that, but i've just been on a obx binge recently so i cooked this story up in my head.
tropes: childhood bestfriends to lovers, enemies to lovers
pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader (use of Y/n, and the nickname Bunny/ bun (but i promise not in a weird way there's a story to it i swear it's not just one of those weird smut things))
summary: how you and rafe fell apart, then finally meet again.
warnings: drugs, drug use, drinking, parental and sibling death, kissing, crying, violence, fighting, cursing, guys being creepy, misogyny, asshole dude. (i think that's it?)
not entirely proofread
2k+ words
------------------
When Rafe was 5 years old, he ran with you in the garden of Tannyhill, chasing you in a game of tag. When he finally caught up to you, you both fell to the ground, limbs tangled in the way only friends did, giggling the way only friends do, and he pressed the sweetest kiss to your cheek.
When Rafe was 8, he came sobbing at your doorstep, on the verge of throwing up. He’d run all the way there. His mom was dead. He didn’t know what else to do. Besides his mother, you were the only person you’d ever been there for him like that, showing him that emotions were ok, and normal. When he felt you hugging him, and crying with him, he knew he would be with you forever. That he would stick with you through anything.
When Rafe was 10, he came back to your house after a particularly long day (aka you had no classes together) and you two sat on your couch with your family surrounding you, Romeo and Juliet on the screen. He felt himself blush when your sister made the joke that he was like your Romeo, since your dads didn’t get on. Though you both adamantly denied it, a few minutes later he felt your hand holding his under the blanket, your matching friendship bracelet brushing off each other's skin. He was smitten. A smile landed swiftly on both of your faces.
When Rafe was 13, he watched as you walked down the aisle of his father’s second marriage, a bunch of flowers in hand. He thought you looked beautiful, you were so beautiful. The pale blue dress Rose had picked and, of course, white roses in your hand. You shot him a small smile, one he responded to by blowing you a kiss. You laughed it off and went to stand where you were meant to. Rafe’s eyes were glued to you through the entire ceremony, almost forgetting to give his dad the rings. After the ceremony, you two ran off, away from Tannyhill. You went to your ‘little cove’ as you’d call it. It was a tiny beach just beside your house, but it led into the most magnificent field full of wildflowers, insects, and tall grass. It was beautiful. You and Rafe spent the whole night there, joking and talking. Then he finally mustered up the courage to kiss you. You kissed him back, but you’d both never speak about it again, too scared to mess up your incredible decade of friendship.
When Rafe was 15, he saw you for the last time. Three months earlier you had come to him, sobbing about the fact that you were moving to California of all places. More than a day's drive away. 42 hour drive. He promised you, no, swore to you that you’d keep in touch, that you’d be there for each other even with the distance.
He was wrong. After a few months, he’d stopped texting back, stopped calling back, stopped being there for you. And he never saw you again.
------------------
Rafe woke up with a banging headache and an uncontrollable urge to vomit but swallowed it back and took the glass of water that remained on his bedside table for days at a time. Today was going to be shit. It was the 28th of July, the day you left him, and the day his world got turned upside down. This day was always hard. He was reminded of everything he’d messed up in life. What was he now? A drug addicted, drunk, piece of shit. He was barely getting by in college and he’d already had to repeat a year twice. Often, he’d go to your little cove and sit, thinking about what you were doing now. Were you a teacher, like you’d wanted to be as a kid? Were you an artist? He remembered how good you were at sketching. Were you even alive and he’d missed the funeral? What did you look like? What colour was your hair? Did you think about him?
Everything was too loud in his mind. He grabbed a beer, and set on his way. The cove was in full bloom, a sea of colours under the boiling sun. He sat in his usual spot, the spot where you two had kissed. You two had these small chairs that Rafe barely fit in then, and definitely didn’t fit in now, so he sat beside them. What time was it? Was the sun going down? He searched in his pocket for his phone, only to find it dead.
“Excuse me?” He turned to see a girl shouting from across the field.
“Yeah?” he called back, feeling rather inconvenienced by the whole ordeal.
“Do the Cameron’s still live in Tannyhill?” She asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Just an old friend, thanks!”
And she walked off. He tried to remember her physical features as best he could, but ultimately forgot them in his pursuit of washing his troubles away with the beer in his hand.
------------------
“Y/n? Is that you?!” Sarah squealed as she leant out the window of the Twinkie.
“Sarah?” You practically ran into the road to meet her. The car was stopped at a stop-light, and she pulled you in to properly greet you.
“Oh my god! It is so good to see you!” She smiled. Despite you and Rafe’s falling out, you’d stayed in touch with Sarah, even though you were a little older than her. You even followed Wheezie on instagram and texted back and forth sometimes. But Rafe… static. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I’m here to teach, I just finished my 2nd year of college and I’m doing my work experience here!” You explained, as she pulled away from the hug.
“So you’re going to be here, like for the whole year?”
“Not just the whole year, I’m moving back once I'm done with my exams,” you explained. “I’m doing this programme that means I can work from here and do college from here, I’m so fucking sick of California.”
Both Sarah and Kiara squealed with excitement, and the three boys cheered. You’d been friends with the pogues, being a sort of pogue-kook hybrid.
Kiara pulled you in for a hug, then Pope, then Jj, then John B gave your hand a squeeze instead, since he was busy driving.
“So you’re back for good?” Kie asked.
“I’m back for as long as you’ll have me,” you smiled.
“We have to celebrate tonight!” Jj cheered.
“There’s a party down at Figure 8, I’m sure Y/n’s kook heritage will get us in,” Pope shrugged and you all agreed.
You spent the rest of the afternoon hanging around the pogues and Sarah and got ready at Kiara’s place for the party. Her parents welcomed you back with open arms, and then asked the dreaded question of ‘how are your parents?’
Your parents had been dead for 3 years. They’d died in an accident, and you’d been alone since then.
“They’re good,” you lied. “Working hard back in California.”
That satisfied them, and they stopped asking.
------------------
The Figure 8 party was just how you remembered them to be. Loud, drunk, and almost too much. Even though you had been 14 at the time, Rafe had convinced you to come to one, since he was friends with some older kooks who wanted him there. Halfway through you told him you were going home, and instead of just waving you off, he brought you to your little cove, and sat with you for a couple hours. After that he brought you back to his house, and you had a sleepover.
When you’d asked him why he did that, he’d just shrugged and said ‘I prefer being around you.’
God, you could’ve married that man. You were supposed to, if your diary ‘ideal life’ had gone to plan.
Step One: Start dating Rafe
Step Two: Become highschool sweethearts and make it through college (even if it's long distance) and become a teacher!
Step Three: Work as a teacher and live on the mainland for a few years, have Rafe propose in the little cove, say yes, obviously and start wedding planning.
Step Four: Have the wedding at Tannyhill, move into a house on Figure 8 and start having kids, we’ll have 4 or 5 (Rafe wants 7 kids????? 4 or 5 is pushing it buddy), and live a long happy life as a teacher with Rafe and our family.
Step Five: Die happy.
Ok, it wasn’t exactly inspired, but come on, you were 13.
You noticed what looked like a grown version of Topper in the crowd and when he turned and saw you, a smile grew on his face. He ran over and scooped you up in a hug.
“Bun! You’re back!”
Bun was the nickname you were given as a kid because well, you liked bunnies. You had two as a kid, and for a year, you wouldn’t respond to someone unless they called you bun. It was ridiculous, but people obliged all the same. You'd never regretted anything more in your life in that moment.
“Hey Topper,” you smiled.
“Have you seen Rafe yet?” he asked.
“No, not yet,” you smiled slightly faltered, but you kept the smile up for good appearances. When you’d gone to Tannyhill yesterday, only Ward, Rose, and Wheezie were in, so your anxiety around seeing Rafe had grown. One day, he’d just stopped replying. Not one reason, not one apology. Nothing. One part of you wanted to say he didn’t even deserve to see you, and another missed her best friend/ supposed love of her life. “Is he around?”
“He is, but he’s high as shit,” Topper laughed. Rafe Cameron? Rafe Cameron was getting high?
“Rafe is high?”
“Oh yeah, he’s totally into all that shit now,” he laughed and you noticed the dilated pupils, the white residue on his nose, the red, irritated skin of his nose. He was high too. “It’s good shit too, you want some?”
“I’m good, just point me in Rafe’s direction,” you nodded, deeply uncomfortable with the drugs around. You’d grown up with a brother who did drugs, who’d died from drugs at the young age of 17. You didn’t want anything to do with drugs, but here you were, being led into one of the Figure 8 mansions to be led to Rafe Cameron, selling, and doing drugs.
“Gentleman, I present to you, the Princess of Figure 8, making her great return, Bunny!” he cheered as all eyes turned to you. The group of boys cheered, getting up to give you a group hug. Rafe stayed seated.
“How’s life on the mainland Bun?How was Cali?” Kelce asked, sitting down beside you as you joined the circle, trying to ignore the cocaine on the table.
“It’s fine, but I’m back in the Outer Banks for good now,” you smiled as another round of cheers rippled through the group.
“We’re finally good enough for you again?” Topper joked. “What’s brought you back home huh? Aside from the strapping young men?”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m teaching here Top, I'm in my third year of college.”
“Shit no way, you’re a teacher?” Ryan, a sleeze you remembered from school. He was always the creepy guy, trying to look up girls' skirts and play kiss-tag at the ripe old age of 12. “You're way too sexy to be a teacher. You should be a pornstar or something.”
You felt bile rise in your stomach as a handful of the boys laughed at the joke.
“That’s not funny,” Kelce defended. “Fuck off asshole.”
“What? You and I both have eyes and we can both see her tits. Too bad Cameron has dibs.”
You froze and looked to Rafe who was looking at you through hooded eyes.
The silence was awkward, and you knew it was time to take your leave, even though you hadn’t said a word to Rafe, so you said your goodbyes and left in search of the pogues.
------------------
“Gentleman, I present to you, the Princess of Figure 8, making her great return, Bunny!” Topper announced as all eyes turned to you.
Holy fucking shit. You were gorgeous, and it was you. Rafe’s Y/n. Rafe’s Bun. He was shocked to see you in the Outer Banks again, let alone in person again. You were here. In front of him. Then he realised, you were here. Here, where there was cocaine on the table, and he was the one selling it. Here, where there were about three guys looking at you like you were a piece of meat. Here, where he sat at the top of the table, stoned out of his mind.
“How’s life on the mainland Bun? How was Cali?” Kelce asked, sitting down beside you as you joined the circle. Rafe could see you trying to ignore the table, staring directly at Kelce, all your attention on him. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. You were his best friend before you were anyone else’s friend. He’d known you better than anyone. And here he was, silent as he watched you talk to everyone else.
“It’s fine, but I’m back in the Outer Banks for good now.”
His heart almost stopped. Back in the Outer Banks, for good.
“We’re finally good enough for you again?” Topper joked. “What’s brought you back home huh? Aside from the strapping young men?”
You rolled your eyes at him, but Rafe could tell it was playful. God, his life was so fun when you had been in it. Impromptu boat rides and trips to the mainland, spending hours just talking and laughing about nothing and everything all at the same time. He missed it. He missed you.“I’m teaching here Top, I'm in my third year of college.”
“Shit no way, you’re a teacher?” Ryan. Rafe often wondered why he even kept him around. He could feel the awful comment coming, but he knew he couldn’t stop it. “You're way too sexy to be a teacher. You should be a pornstar or something.”
Rafe felt the anger boil in his blood the second he said it. Ryan should’ve known better than to talk about you like that.
“That’s not funny,” Kelce defended, beating Rafe to it. “Fuck off asshole.”
“What? You and I both have eyes and we can both see her tits. Too bad Cameron has dibs.”
Rafe stared back at you as you truly looked at him for the first time that night. He couldn’t tell how you felt, something he didn’t like. Ever since you two were kids, he could always tell how you were feeling, what you were thinking. He could always anticipate what you needed. He didn’t know now and it scared him. He just looked back into your beautiful eyes, allowing himself to be lost in the fact that you were here in front of him.
The silence was awkward and he knew it, so he didn’t protest when you took your leave, even if he wanted to. He spoke when he knew you were out of ear and eyeshot, he didn't need you know what he was about to do.
“Ryan?” he scoffed. “You have ten seconds.”
“Until what?” Ryan chuckled.
Rafe counted down the seconds in his head, Topper and Kelce became more and more uneasy as the seconds went by.
Rafe didn’t even give warning, he just got up, grabbed a nearby beer bottle, and smashed it over his head. Nobody dared to stop him, not even when he started punching Ryan, promising to kill him if he ever spoke about you like that again.
People knew not to fuck with Rafe and, even after all these years, you were an extension of Rafe. Too bad Ryan forgot that.
------------------
obx masterlist :)
navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games, challengers :)
425 notes
·
View notes
Soft Launching Toto
Synopsis: OC SeleneVanderburg x Toto wolff
soft launching toto but the paparazzi had other ideas
Tw: age gap, hate comments
Beautiful divider by: @chaeflim.
SeleneVanderburg
SeleneVanderburg: Thank you for the invite @mercedesamgf1
Tagged: mercedesamgf1
liked by landonorris,lewishamilton, georgerussell63 and 862,390 others
view 6,540 comments
mercedesamgf1: 💙
liked by SeleneVanderburg
Landonorris: come to McLaren
↳ seleneVanderburg: No.
↳ oscarpiastri: Please selene, i'll get you TimTam's.
↳ seleneVanderburg: Only for you sweetie.
↳ landonorris: Wow, now I know who the favourite is 🖕
↳ carlossainz55: Yeah obviously not you.
carmenmundt: pretty girl 🥰
↳ seleneVanderburg: And look who's talking. if George doesn't marry you I will.
↳ carmenmundt: Do it, I dare you
↳ seleneVanderburg: done bbg.
↳ georgerussell63: i'm gonna die single if you keep stealing my girl Selene
↳ landonorris: your anyway gonna die single, mate
↳ seleneVanderburg: look who's talking, Mr DJ.
↳ landonorris: Please stop bullying me
↳ seleneVanderburg: No.
↳ landonorris: bitch🥰
↳ seleneVanderburg: hoe😘
↳ carlossainz55: I do not understand your friendship
↳ georgerussell63: me either mate.
user67: oh to be her
user89: Omg is she friends with Lando and Oscar
↳user4: Yes, but Lando and selene are family/childhood friends.
lewishamilton: It was so fun today, thank you for helping us prank Bono
↳ seleneVanderburg: Haha, it was my pleasure. but I don't think i'm allowed into the Mercedes garage again.
↳ carlossainz55: it's ok, come to Ferrari
↳ danielricciardo: No come to RB
↳ seleneVanderburg: no and no, I'm a Mercedes girl through and through
↳ georgerussell63: HAHA sucker
user44: Lewis? pranking BONO?
user5: she's so pretty
user66: nepo baby 🤮
user99: she's so cool
user12: mother
SeleneVanderburg
SeleneVanderburg: To my man, thank you to my man. 🤍
liked by landonorris,lewishamilton, georgerussell63 and 751,281 others
Landonorris: And who is that man?
↳ seleneVanderburg: Nun your business, lan.
↳ landonorris: BUT, I'm your best friend. I deserve to know.
↳ seleneVanderburg: say's who?
↳ carlossainz55: say's who?
↳ danielricciardo: say's who?
↳ oscarpiastri: say's who?
↳ landonorris: I'm telling mom
↳ seleneVanderburg: loser
user1: Omg the soft launch
user9: damn she really is getting the princess treatment.
georgerussell63: who could it be, hmm 👀.
↳ landonorris: WHAT DO YOU KNOW!
↳ seleneVanderburg: Nothing. Right? George
↳ georgerussell63: yup absolutely nothing
user6: George spill the tea pleaseeee.
↳ georgerussell63: I don't want to die.
↳ seleneVanderburg: I have trained you well
↳ georgerussell63: yeah all the beating me when we were growing up helped.
↳ landonorris: YOU TOO? why are you so violent selene
↳ seleneVanderburg: shut up both of you or i'm going to take both your seats.
↳ landonorris: and do what with the other seat? huh
↳ seleneVanderburg: and give it to Carlos
↳ carlossainz55: at least someones considerate huh Lando. Thank you Selene, we have now become besties.
↳ landonorris: @seleneVanderburg Homie stealer 🖕
SeleneVanderburg
SeleneVanderburg: Like'em Tall, Dark and handsome
liked by carmenmundt,charles_lecerlc, georgerussell63 and 751,281 others
carmenmundt: He's so lana coded
↳ seleneVanderburg: I know right.
↳ carmenmundt: and that third pic🤭. Marry me
↳ seleneVanderburg: I wish I could but He said no ☹️
↳ carmenmundt: 😤 Damn it. ig i'll stick with George 🤮
↳ georgerussell63: Aw love you too babe 😍
user33: carmen and selene are fr dating while George is the side piece
user94: I KNOW THAT BACK, it gotta be Toto
↳ user52: I know right, timeline makes sense
user12: THE MESSAGE
↳ user92: Lord when is it my turn?
↳ user13: it so HAWT
Landonorris: Scandalous.
↳ seleneVanderburg: shut up.
↳ landonorris: bitch
↳ seleneVanderburg: Hoe
↳carlossainz55: language
↳ seleneVanderburg: Ok captain america
↳carlossainz55: but I'm from Spain.
↳ seleneVanderburg: HAHA, Lando come get your man
↳ landonorris: I never met this man in my life - Loki
↳ seleneVanderburg: Noice one.
↳carlossainz55: Qué?
User86: Lando and selene bullying Carlos is what I live for
↳user41: and he so confused lmaoooo
georgerussell63: hmm he looks familiar
↳ landonorris: Ikr
↳ user9: TELL US.
view comments
user5: I knew it.
user8: crying my eyes out but i'm happy for them
user34: damn this sucks for them. she was soft launching him on insta
↳ user69: yeah and it's such an invasion of privacy
↳ user91: Toto is throwing his headphones right now.
↳ user69: Rip headphones
user75: Mercedes Pr team aren't getting any sleep today
user15: she really took that Mercedes comment seriously.
user66: Ew another gold digger
user98: Is this true???
user69: Damnit, I wanted toto
user23: NO WAY, she's way to young for him
↳ user3: how old is she
↳ user23: 26
↳ user3: oh damn
user11: she's so pretty
user98: we lost our queen to Toto Wolff, hope he knows how to fight
user6: Nah that's disgusting, he old enough to be her father
↳ user10: I know right ew.
↳ user23: They are both adults in a consensual relationship, it doesn't matter.
user8: she must be with him for money
↳ user18: didn't you read the headline?
↳ user16: she doesn't need to, she the heiress to a conglomerate. she's as rich as Toto.
User22: damn people so jealous of her
SeleneVanderburg
SeleneVanderburg: To the paparazzi that invaded our privacy, check your mail, B*tch and fuck you for running my soft launch.
Tagged: TotoWolff
liked by TotoWolff, landonorris,lewishamilton, charles_leclerc and 671,810 others
view 5,439 comments
TotoWolff: I love you, Libeling
↳ seleneVanderburg: Love you too, amour ❤️.
user5: OMG, there are so cute
user2: Mother is mothering
landonorris: MY EYES!
↳ carlossainz55: Shut up, muppet. I've seen worse 😒
↳ seleneVanderburg: LMAO, you got exposed Lando
↳landonorris: how could you Carlos, HOW COULD YOU!
↳charles_leclerc: @carlossianz55 your sleeping on the sofa tonight mate
↳ carlossainz55: I know 😭
↳landonorris: at least he knows
user4: I don't know if I want to be with her or be her.
lewishamilton: Congrats guys, I'm glad you're there to keep Toto calm and us safe from angry toto
↳ georgerussell63: 🫡 doing gods work
↳seleneVanderburg: He's not that bad guys
↳landonorris: Tell that to the headphones
↳seleneVanderburg: 🫢 Rip
user39: damn someone is getting sued.
danielricciardo: is Toto just looking at your leg. Man is WHIPPED.
↳landonorris: Lmao I know right, it is so funny
↳seleneVanderburg: it was more than just looking, sweetie 👀
↳landonorris: Ew.
↳danielricciardo: Ew.
↳carlossainz55: Ew.
↳charles_leclerc: Ew.
↳ georgerussell63: Ew.
↳ oscarpiastri: Ew.
↳seleneVanderburg: Y'all just jealous I get my world rocked every night.
↳seleneVanderburg: Also, Toto just asked me what Dani meant by whipped
↳landonorris: HAHA Boomer
↳seleneVanderburg: HEY, HE'S MY BOOMER.
Authors note: Hi guys, let me know if you liked this social media au. This is my first time trying in out so let me know, thank you.
474 notes
·
View notes