Wifey. Toto Wolff.

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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Dancing under the snow at the paddock, under the light. The most romantic thing I think 🤔 Fluff /suggestive. Thanks!!! :))

Snow was not in the weather forecast for today—not that Formula 1 ever cared much about what was forecasted. Magical and slightly chaotic, just like this sport we’d made our life around.

I shivered, pulling my coat tighter around me, my breath puffing out in little clouds as the snow began to fall gently over the paddock. The race weekend had been chaotic, as usual, but now, with the last of the media cleared out and the floodlights casting a golden glow over the white flurry, there was peace.

Well, mostly peace.

Toto was standing a few feet away, talking to one of the engineers with his usual intensity. His broad shoulders were covered in a thick coat, and his breath came out in steady little clouds, punctuating whatever point he was making. I wasn’t listening to the conversation, but knowing Toto, it was probably about data sets, tire degradation, or, heaven forbid, his drivers.

I let out a small, dramatic sigh. The man could charm a room full of sponsors, negotiate with ruthless board members, and occasionally intimidate race stewards, but sometimes, he forgot I existed when there was work to be done.

“Excuse me,” I called out, tapping my foot for added effect. “Do you think you might wrap up your TED Talk on tire temperatures? Your wife is freezing to death.”

Toto turned toward me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Freezing to death? Really? You’re standing next to a heater.”

“Details,” I shot back, pointing up at the snow that was now falling more steadily. “Are you really going to let me perish in this winter wonderland without at least a hot chocolate or a blanket?”

He murmured something to the engineer—an apology, probably—and strode over to me. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Of course I’m dramatic,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself for effect. “You married me, didn’t you?”

Toto chuckled, and the sound warmed me more than the heater ever could. He reached out to brush a few snowflakes from my hair, his touch lingering against my cheek. “Alright, let’s get you inside before you start a rebellion.”

I planted my feet firmly on the ground. “Actually, I have a better idea.”

His eyebrows arched in that way that always made him look simultaneously intrigued and wary. “What now?”

I stepped back and spread my arms, spinning once under the snow. “Dance with me.”

Toto blinked. “Here? In the paddock?”

“No, in Narnia,” I quipped, gesturing at the softly falling snow and the lights above. “Yes, here. Come on, Toto, be romantic.”

He sighed, but I could see the corners of his mouth twitching. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Hopefully not before I get my dance.”

With a shake of his head, Toto closed the distance between us, his hands finding their place on my waist as if this were something we did every day. The snow fell around us like confetti, and the golden glow of the paddock lights turned everything into a scene straight out of a holiday movie.

“You know,” I said as we swayed gently to a tune that only I could hear, “if someone walks by right now, they’re going to think the stress of the season has finally gotten to you.”

Toto smirked. “Let them think it. I have nothing to prove.”

“Except that you can dance,” I teased, stepping on his foot—purely by accident, of course.

“Careful,” he warned, though his grin widened. “I might let go and leave you to your dramatic demise in the snow.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” he said, but his hold only tightened, pulling me closer. His touch was warm and steady, and for a moment, I forgot about the snow, the paddock, and even my poor, freezing toes. It was just us, dancing in the quiet magic of the moment.

“Well,” I said after a pause, my voice softer now, “this is officially the most romantic thing you’ve ever done.”

“More romantic than flying you to Vienna for our anniversary?” he asked, his brow lifting in mock offense.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “That had champagne and a five-course meal, sure, but did it have snow falling in the paddock? Did it have impromptu dancing?”

Toto chuckled, and the sound rumbled through me like the coziest fireplace crackle. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are, in love with me anyway.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “You’re lucky I am.”

“I’m lucky?” I scoffed, though my cheeks warmed at his touch. “I’m not the one married to a six-foot-something genius with perfect hair.”

Toto laughed outright at that, the sound echoing through the paddock. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Good,” I said, grinning. “Because after this, you owe me hot chocolate. And a foot massage.”

He twirled me suddenly, catching me off guard and making me laugh as the snow swirled around us. “Anything else, Your Majesty?”

“Just this,” I said, resting my head against his chest as we settled back into an easy sway. “Just us.”

For a while, we danced in silence, the snow falling softly, the world around us forgotten. It was, perhaps, the most perfect moment we’d ever stolen together.

Please all of you should read this masterpiece!!

Market Hearts - Benedict Bridgerton

Word Count: 1751

Summary: When one notices their lover's joy in a rather odd place, why would they not join in on the feeling?

Benedict Bridgerton, the second son of the Bridgerton family, had never imagined himself spending a morning in the bustling streets of the London market.

It was an unconventional activity for a gentleman of his stature, but then again, you were anything but conventional.

Y/n Bridgerton, you were a woman of singular character.

You possessed a spirit as free as the wind and a heart as generous as the summer sun.

From the moment Benedict had laid eyes on you, he had known that his life would never be the same.

Marrying you had been the easiest decision of his life, but understanding the full depth of your soul was a journey he was still on.

This morning was to be another chapter in that journey.

“Benedict, you don’t have to come with me,” you said, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you adjusted the basket on your arm.

The sunlight streamed through the windows of your house, casting a warm glow on your hair.

Benedict, already dressed in attire more suited for a morning ride in the park than a trip to the market, shook his head with a smile.

“Nonsense. How can I resist seeing where you disappear to every week? You speak of the market as if it were some magical land.”

“In a way, it is,” you replied, your voice softening. “It’s full of life and color, of people with stories etched into their faces. It reminds me of how fast the world is.”

Benedict studied your face, noting the earnestness in your eyes.

This was not merely a chore for you, it was an adventure, an exploration of humanity that fed your soul.

It was one of the many reasons he loved you so fiercely. How could he not join you on this journey, even if only for a day?

“Then lead the way, my love,” he said, offering you his arm.

You walked through the streets of Mayfair, a picture-perfect couple that turned heads wherever you went.

Benedict, with his tall, lean frame and dark, wavy hair, cut a dashing figure in his tailored coat and polished boots.

You, on the other hand, were the epitome of grace and beauty.

Your gown, a simple yet elegant affair in pale blue, highlighted your form and the natural radiance that seemed to emanate from your every pore.

As you moved further away from the more affluent parts of town, the cobblestones grew uneven, and the scent in the air shifted from the delicate aroma of roses to the more earthy smell of baked bread and fresh produce.

The market was already bustling with activity, despite the early hour.

Stalls lined the streets, filled with everything from ripe fruits and vegetables to bolts of colorful fabric and handmade trinkets.

Benedict quickly noticed how out of place he was.

Gentlemen of his rank did not frequent such places.

He could feel the curious glances of the vendors and the wary looks of the other shoppers, but he paid them no mind.

His focus was on you.

You greeted the stall owners by name, engaging them in friendly conversation as you perused their wares.

Benedict watched as you haggled over the price of a plump tomato with an elderly man, your laughter infectious as you bantered back and forth.

It was a side of you that he rarely saw—a side that was not burdened by the expectations of society, a side that was free and unguarded.

“Y/n has a way with people,” the voice of an elderly woman cut through his thoughts.

Benedict turned to find a small, wizened woman standing beside him, a knowing smile on her lips.

She was dressed in a simple brown dress, her hair hidden beneath a white cap.

Despite her humble appearance, there was something regal about her bearing.

“Indeed she does,” Benedict replied, his gaze drifting back to you, as you were helping a young mother choose a handful of carrots while keeping the woman’s children entertained with a funny story.

The old woman chuckled. “She has the gift of seeing people, really seeing them. It’s a rare thing, especially among those who live in the world you come from.”

Benedict studied the woman, intrigued by her words. “And what world would that be?”

“The world of titles and wealth, where appearances matter more than hearts,” the woman said, her tone gentle but firm. “Your wife, she sees past all that. She sees the soul.”

Benedict felt a stirring in his chest, a mix of pride and something deeper—something almost like reverence.

The old woman’s words rang true.

You had always had an uncanny ability to connect with people, to make them feel seen and valued, no matter their station in life.

“She is my sunshine,” Benedict found himself saying, the words slipping out before he could think better of them.

The old woman smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “And you, young man, are her moon. You reflect her light and give it back to her when the night comes.”

Benedict looked at the woman in surprise, but before he could respond, she gave him a small nod and shuffled away into the crowd, leaving him standing there, contemplating her words.

He had always known that you were special, but seeing you here, in your element, made him realize just how unique you truly were.

You were a beacon of light, brightening the lives of everyone you encountered.

And it was his duty, his privilege, to protect that light.

As you continued your journey through the market, Benedict found himself more and more in awe of you.

You moved with a grace that belied the chaos around you, your laughter like music amidst the cacophony of voices and sounds.

He saw how the sellers’ faces lit up when they saw you, how the children gathered around you, drawn to your warmth like moths to a flame.

But he also saw the challenges.

There were moments when your cheerful demeanor was met with coldness or indifference, when your attempts to connect were rebuffed by those who were too hardened by life’s difficulties to appreciate your kindness.

And it was in those moments that Benedict felt a fierce protectiveness rise within him.

He had always been a man of action, a man who could solve problems with a few well-placed words or a deft stroke of his pen.

But here, in this vibrant, unpredictable world, he realized that there were some things that required more than just his influence or his name.

Here, it was you who held the power, and all he could do was stand by your side and support you in whatever way he could.

“Benedict,” your voice brought him back to the present.

You were standing in front of a stall selling flowers, a small bouquet of wildflowers in your hand. “Aren’t these lovely? They remind me of the fields near our home.”

Benedict smiled and took the bouquet from you, bringing it to his nose to inhale the sweet scent. “They are lovely, but not as lovely as you.”

You blushed and playfully swatted his arm. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Only because you inspire it, my dear.”

As you continued to browse the stalls, Benedict felt a growing sense of contentment.

This was what life was truly about—these small, precious moments shared with the person he loved more than anything in the world.

Eventually, you made your way to a quieter part of the market, where a small café sat tucked away between two larger buildings.

You led him inside, where you found a cozy table near the window.

The owner, a rotund man with a jolly face, greeted you warmly and quickly brought you a pot of tea and a plate of freshly baked scones.

“I come here every time I visit the market,” you explained as you poured the tea. “It’s my little retreat, a place to sit and think.”

Benedict looked around the café, taking in the simple yet charming décor.

It was a place that perfectly reflected your personality—unpretentious, welcoming, and full of warmth.

As you sipped your tea, Benedict reached across the table and took your hand in his. “Thank you for bringing me here today.”

You looked at him, your eyes filled with love and affection. “I’m glad you came. I know it’s not the sort of place you’re used to, but it means a lot to me that you wanted to share it with me.”

Benedict squeezed your hand, his heart swelling with emotion. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Benedict found himself reflecting on the events of the morning, on the way you had moved through the market with such ease and grace.

He realized that you had a rare gift, one that went beyond your beauty or your charm.

You had the ability to bring out the best in people, to make them feel valued and appreciated.

And it was a gift that he was determined to protect, no matter what.

When you finally left the café, the sun was high in the sky, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets.

Benedict and you made your way back to your home, the basket of market goods in tow.

As you walked, Benedict wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“You know,” he said, his voice thoughtful, “I’ve always considered myself a man of the night. I find solace in the quiet, in the solitude.”

You looked up at him, your eyes curious. “And now?”

Benedict smiled down at you, his heart full to bursting. “Now I know that the night is only beautiful because of the sun. You are my sunshine. You bring light to my life in ways I never imagined.”

Tears glistened in your eyes as you leaned into him, resting your head against his chest. “And you are my moon. You are the one who gives me the strength to shine, who reflects my light when I cannot see it myself.”

You continued your walk in silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air like a blessing.

Benedict knew that life would not always be easy, that there would be challenges and obstacles ahead.

But as long as he had you by his side, he knew you could face anything together.

You were his sunshine, and he was your moon.

And together, you would light up the world.

Better than I expected ✌🏻

Toto Wolff with wife marine! biologists!reader. With their son, Jack finds it fascinating and always helps her whenever she has to talk in front of people. You do however you want. Thanks!! Can be fluff/suggestive.

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36 - andrew shovlin x 12 - marketing!fem!reader

Reader pitches the idea for toto

They make the video for toto

Someone decides to make one for her too

They film shov, who cannot stop laughing

He brings the kids in

They watch the video

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Sauber's Saviour

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Pairing: Zhou Guanyu x reader (gender not specified)

Warnings: Just fluff and possibly one small moment of poorly translated Mandarin so I'm so sorry if it doesn't make sense!

Notes: Guanyu deserves some appreciation all the time but especially after that race! Sorry its short but if any of you have any requests for him then I'll happily take them! Written or smau! And idk whether it's Stake or Sauber so haha.

Summary: 22 of 24 races in the 2024 have gone by and Stake/Sauber still have a grand total of 0 points. By the time Qatar rolls around, will their luck be any different?

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You're on the edge of your seat as the final lap comes. P8. To many people that's nothing, in fact it's a bad result. But to you, Guanyu, and everyone in the Sauber garage around you, it's amazing. 3 points. Many would be devastated with that amount but for a team that so far this season only has 0, its amazing. It shows that the work so many have put into the tena really has paid off in one way or another.

You watch with bated breath as Max winds around turn 16, not long to go. You don't even focus on Max crossing the finish line necessarily, you just stare at your boyfriend's name. The graphic of the checkered flag appears next to the drivers just ahead of him as they each cross the finish line.

Russell, Gasly, Sainz. Your breath halts as your boyfriend's biggest inspiration crosses the line, checkered flag appearing next to Fernando's name. And it appears to happen in slow motion as the checkered flag graphic appears on the end of your boyfriends name. No one overtakes him in the last second, he remains P8! You let out a deep breath.

He's done it. You can hardly hear the congratulatory claps from the commentators at your boyfriends expense as everyone in the garage shoots up and cheers, sounds of happiness filling your ears. You're hugged by goodness knows who but you can't really find it in you to care, everyone is enveloping everyone else in warm embraces, one happy affair (and those who aren't are running outside to the pitfall to watch your boyfriend as he zooms past).

You hear Andrea's voice over the team radio and you put on your headphones to hear Guanyu's presumably happy response. Your grin widens at his adrenaline fueled response, carrying profanity, happiness and sheer passion, something that everyone else feels in the garage.

It feels like an eternity until your boyfriend comes back to the garage but when he does, the garage erupts again. He gladly takes the pats on the back from engineers, and various other Sauber staff but his eyes search for a moment, only to look onto yours. You grin, joyfully grinning just seeing him and you walk towards him as he continues to walk to the back of the garage in your direction. You aren't sure who meets who first but it doesn't matter as you crush him in an elated hug. "You did it!"

He nods at your muffled words, your head half hidden in his shoulder. You pull away slightly and Guanyu wastes no time before meeting your lips in a kiss. You both ignore the wolf whistles and claps from the ladish engineers a focus on pouring all of your happiness into the embrace. The kiss is filled with teeth from the both of your grins, emotion and tears that you didn't know you were shedding. You pull away slightly and cradle his face in-between your hands. "I know I always say this but I'm so proud of you. My driver of the day." You smile even more as you come to another realisation. "And everyone else's too!" Guanyu just chuckles, eyes crinkling at the side as he hugs you once again, muffling a small "I love you. Thank you" Before he kisses your temple.

You smile at him once more and you didn't know it was possible but he returns your grin with one of his own, ten times bigger than yours. It doesn't take long for him to be ushered away to go and see the rest of the team in the hospitality but you just watch with joy as away walks your boyfriend. A driver not on the podium, but with reaction far better than one in the top 3 today. A reaction that everyone knows he desrves and knows he needs especially with his lack of seat next year.

But now he's proved a statement. That regardless of people not wanting to give him a drive for the future, he's a damn good driver and deserves to be here just as much as the others, if not more. A media person guides you all into the foyer of the motor home to properly celebrate with the team principal, big sponsors and all the major people within the team.

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"Do you think that's enough of a message?"the both of you lie in the lavish Hotel room, your back resting against Guanyu's. You hum, a wordless question, asking him to continue. "That I'm not the worst driver." You nod, snuggling into his warmth more. "Of course, everyone knows that the Sauber is..." You both chuckle slightly as you struggle to find a word. "Tedious." "Yes, tedious at times. But you proved that you can get results even out of the worst car. And everyone realises it. Heck even Crofty and Jenson were cheering you on in the commentary box." You pull away and sit up, turning around to face your boyfriend. "And goodness knows people realised that with the driver of the day vote. You probably even converted some Norris and Sainz girls today." Guanyu chuckles and gives you a soft smile. Making you pause. The light from the skyline outside illuminates half of his face. Casting a shadow on his lips and.maiing his eyes all but glisten. You swallow and shake yourself out of your state of asmiration, instead adopting a serious tone.. "No, I'm being honest, I might have to start fending them off with a stick. I can't have anyone else going after my boyfriend, especially not with how successful he is." Guanyu looks down, cheeks warming before pulling you back to his chest. You sqeal slightly and gently tap his chest. "Hey!" He just laughs and kisses your scalp, one hand running up and down your arm as the other lies around your waist.

"Thank you." You furrow your brows at his vulnerable tone. "For everything. For supporting me even when I'm always coming last. It's just- I love you so much." You shake your head, rolling your eyes, catching the 'Man from Shanghai' off guard. Here he was, starting to pour his heart out and you're acting like thi- "You don't always come last silly. Look at today. You came far from last." Guanyu exhales and rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean." You smile at him slightly and relax against his body. The both of you finding a calm rhythm, things on the edge of falling asleep. You lay your head on your boyfriends chest and focus on the soft beat of his heart under his sleep shirt.

Guanyu rubs a hand up and down your back as he feels your breathing soften. After such an incredible day, he's glad to end it like this. Wrapped up with you in his arms, both of you basking in the post points joy. Finally some calm after the storm. Don't get him wrong, he's ever so grateful and happy for the multitude of people coming up to him and congratulating him. But this, this silence is what he loves to bask in. It's a point where he's most content. Just the two of you, it makes him feel like he can do anything (like going and scoring points in an absolute tractor). Guanyu, shuffles slightly, he feels his own eyes flutter to a close, nearing the familiar embrace of sleep.

"Wait!" He startles awake as you shoot up. "We haven't told sweetcorn yet!" He groans "亲爱的..." And as much as Guanyu wants to be a little bit annoyed at you stopping the both of you from entering into a nice, long sleep, he can't help but bask in the tender moment as you steal his phone to facetime his mother, babysitting your cat all the way in England. It really is times like this when Guanyu is the most happy; you caring about him, his family and 'your child' of course (he's very adamant on calling sweetcorn your child, contrary to many believing that you push the title). Which is why he happily sinks back into the pillows as he hears you dial his mother, easy smile on his face ad he lets the events of today wash over him, your voice coaxing him into a happy slumber.

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Formula 1 has become to women what Football is to men, and I think that’s beautiful.

Me: when I saw that Red Bull fired Checo today😭😭😭💔

Fan: No Cadillac?

Daniel: Nah, I'm done.

Me:

Today, 18-19ish of April, where something has happened. Something that is sad, gut wrecthing. Where the 9-1-1 family had lost their captain. A father, a leader, the light at the end of the tunnel, the rainbow after the storm, the mind, the soul, the heart, the very reason of our existence.💔💔💔😭 9-1-1 saved me in time when no one did and taught me everything I needed to know. I know Bobby from season 1-3 (4-8 hasn't watched because at that time I was busy and the channel I'm watching cancel our subscriptions, so...)🥺. Bobby is 9-1-1. 9-1-1 is him. Without him, 9-1-1 can't function. I know it's the writer's decision to kill him off. But he didn't have too. Peter doesn't want to leave the show, fans need him as humans need air. 🥺 But I respect their decisions. I'm just hoping that maybe this is just a dream or anything else other than what I just saw during 8x15. Thank you everyone!!! Thank you Bobby!!! Thank you Peter!!! Salute🫡