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Jealous!Toto Wolff with wife reader. He trust her. He just doesn't trust people who were flirting with her and getting her uncomfortable. With their son, Jack, both of them team up to protect her and become her knight in shining armor. Thanks!! :))

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Race day buzzed with a palpable tension around the paddock, especially in the Mercedes garage. Despite it being the Red Bull Ring, it was a crucial race for Toto. The fact that you had volunteered to show the celebrity guests around the garage only added to the strain.

Envy gnawed at Toto, a rare emotion for the composed team principal. He knew you were just being your warm, welcoming self, but it didn’t ease the discomfort seeing how close one of the guests, a towering basketball player, was standing next to you. The flirtatious jokes flew over your head, but they didn't escape Toto’s notice. The closeness, the laughter – it was too much. And it seemed he wasn't the only one feeling the sting of jealousy.

"Dad, when will Mom finish with the guests? I want to show her something," your son Jack asked, his eyes mirroring Toto's unease.

Toto bent down, placing a reassuring hand on Jack's shoulder. "She’ll be done soon, buddy. Why don’t we go get a drink and then come back?" He tried to keep his voice calm, but his heart pounded with a mix of protectiveness and irritation.

Jack pouted slightly but nodded, trusting his dad’s words. As they walked toward the hospitality area, Toto couldn't help but glance back at you. The basketball player leaned in closer, his laughter annoyingly loud. You, engrossed in showcasing the car, seemed oblivious to the man's intentions. Toto's protective instincts were at an all-time high.

Jack tugged on his hand, snapping him back to reality. "Dad, do you think Mom likes that guy?"

Toto chuckled, though it sounded strained. "No, Jack. Mom’s just being nice. She’s always kind to everyone, remember?"

Jack nodded, his young face still clouded with worry. "But he’s not nice. He keeps trying to make Mom laugh. I don’t like it."

Toto ruffled Jack’s hair, his smile softening. "Neither do I, kiddo. Neither do I."

Back at the garage, you were wrapping up the tour, finally noticing the basketball player’s increasingly bold attempts to monopolize your attention. You smiled politely, trying to steer the conversation back to the car and the race, but he was persistent.

Just then, you felt a familiar presence behind you. Turning, you saw Toto and Jack approaching, both wearing matching expressions of determination. Relief washed over you.

"Excuse me," you said to the guest, stepping away to greet your husband and son. "How are my two favorite guys doing?"

Jack ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Mom, I want to show you something! Can you come now?"

Toto smiled, though his eyes still held a flicker of irritation. "Yes, love. We need you back. There are some… adjustments we need to discuss."

Sensing the underlying tension in Toto's voice, you placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Of course. Let’s go."

As you walked away with your family, the basketball player called out to you, but Toto shot him a look that silenced any further attempts. With his attention fully on you and Jack, Toto felt a surge of triumph.

In the relative quiet of a private area, you knelt down to Jack’s level. "What did you want to show me, sweetheart?"

Jack grinned, pulling out a small, hand-drawn picture from his pocket. It was a simple but charming drawing of the three of you, with a race car in the background. "I made this for you, Mom. It’s us winning the race!"

You smiled, your heart melting at the sight. "It’s perfect, Jack. Thank you so much."

Toto looked at the drawing, his heart softening as well. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We’ve got the best team here, don’t we?"

You leaned into him, feeling the love and support from your family. "We sure do."

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Surgical Sparks

Request: Could you do fluff fic for Christopher Herrmann x wife fem!reader from Chicago Fire? She's a surgeon and they have a hostage situation and the station just delivered their patient before he heard what happened and he panic? Tag me later! Thanks!!

Pairings: Christopher Herrmann x Wife!Pregnant!Surgeon!Reader

Warnings: inaccurate firefighter talk, inaccurate medical talk, fluff, angst, guns, medical scissors used as a weapon, pregnancy, delivery of baby

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A/N: Thank you @pear-1206 for requesting this! I kind of changed it up some. I hope that's ok.

Nobody knows what the day lies ahead of them. You don’t know if it is going to be a good or a bad day. Everyday you hoped it was a good day especially since you worked in Chicago Med, you are a surgeon, a damned good one at that, and you were married to a firefighter at 51, Christopher Herrmann, and you hoped he would be coming home to you everyday after shift. You two met when he brought a patient in after a huge pile up and it was all hands on board and when you two locked eyes it was love at first sight, a few days later he was coming into Med and asking for you and when he found you he asked you out and said yes. You both dated for about 6 years before he popped the question and you said yes almost immediately at your favorite spot on a little cliff overlooking the lake. You have been married for 4 years and have a baby on the way, 8 ½  months pregnant to be exact and a little baby boy. 

Currently you both were laying in bed sleeping enjoying the warmth of each other and just being in each other's arms. Christopher had just worked a 24 hour shift and was off for three days and this was his last day off and you had just worked a double, not meaning to but Med was overrun and they needed the help, two days ago. You had woken up a few minutes ago but didn’t have the heart to move away from your husband and he had the same thought. “You know we have to get up and get ready to go to work, right?” He asked and that had you opening your eyes and turning to him with the help of him. When you were looking at him he kissed your forehead.

“Do we have to?” You asked after he pulled away from the kiss.

“Yes, we do. Gotta make that money for this little man coming soon.” He said putting a hand on your stomach and you felt your baby kick him and smiled.

“He’s going to be such a daddy's boy.” You said and he rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Psh no he’s going to be a momma’s boy all the way.” He said and you smiled and kissed him  again. Just then the baby kicked you in the bladder and you gasped. “You ok?” Christopher asked worriedly and you smiled at him.

“Your son is making me have to pee.” You chuckled and he was up faster than you. He was coming around to your side and then helping you up.

“Then we gotta get you up and the bathroom then.” He said as you stood up and you did just that. When you were done you started getting ready for the day and going down to the kitchen where he was in the kitchen making you breakfast and a cup of decaf coffee, man you missed the caffeinated coffee. 

“When do you have to go?” You asked, sitting down as he put the plate in front of you.

“30 minutes after you.” He said and took a sip of coffee and you took a bite of food and moaned.

“You’re a great cook, you know that?” You asked and he chuckled.

“So are you.” He said leaning back against the counter the two of you fell into a comfortable conversation until you were done eating and it was time for you to leave. You made one more quick bathroom break and then you were kissing him and grabbing your coat, backpack, and keys. “I love you. Text me when you can.” He said you smiled as you opened the door.

“Love you too. You too.” You said and then were on your way to work. 10 minutes later and you were arriving at work at the same time as your best friend, Will Halstead. The both of you got out at the same time.

“Good morning, Dr. Momma Herrmann.” He said smirking, ever since you became pregnant that was the nickname you got around everywhere, you also tended to act the mother to everyone.

“Good morning, Will.” You said as the both of you rounded your cars. 

“How is little Baby Boy Herrmann?” He asked you and smiled, you hadn’t come up for a name just yet nothing struck you or Christopher.

“He’s doing good, decided to get me up by playing soccer with my bladder.” You said and earned a kick and you put your hand on your stomach, Will chuckled.

“Come on, don’t want the two of you standing out in the cold.” He said and threw an arm around your shoulders and the two of you walked into Med and heading to the locker rooms you greeted people along the way.

—

“Herrmann! About time you showed up!” Kelly Severide joked and Christopher rolled his eyes but smirked.

“Hey I’m right on time!” He said walking into the bay and up to Kelly.

“Just messing with you.” He said chuckling and he chuckled too. “How is Momma Herrmann doing?” Kelly asked as he walked into the firehouse with Christopher and to the locker room. 

“She’s doing good. Little man woke her up playing soccer with her bladder.” He said and Kelly chuckled. “Any names yet?” He asked and Christopher shook his head.

“Nothing yet. Nothing has struck us yet.” He said

“Well I think Kelly is a really good name.” Kelly said and Christopher laughed.

“I’ll bring it up to the misses.” He said and then they were heading to the briefing room after he was done changing and putting things away. Everyone was briefed and then the day started. 

30 minutes into the work day went by and they were currently chilling in the break room. “How much longer until Baby Boy Herrmann is here?” Gabriela Dawson asked him as she sat down next to him.

“4 more months and Y/N is ready to give him the eviction notice now.” He chuckled and everyone else did too. 

“How has she been?” Matt Casey asked.

“She’s drained but won’t admit it. Too stubborn for her own good.” He said 

“Sounds like someone else we know.” Joe Cruz said.

“Hey!” He said and everyone laughed again and so did he. Just then the bells were going off.

“Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, Squad 3. House fire, multiple injuries, multi-car accident, persons in distress. 871 Willow Street.” 

Everyone was off and running to their respected vehicle. “I think this is the most we’ve seen in one call. I wonder what is going on.” Joe said. 

“I don’t know but hopefully it’s not as bad.” Matt said

—

You had just gotten out of surgery and back down to the ED when Maggie quickly shouted “We have incoming! Multi-car accident, several burn victims, and persons in distress!” She shouted and you were quick to grab more gloves and slip them on. As your colleagues were told where to go you spotted your husband and quickly ran over to him. 

“What do we have?” You asked as Maggie told you where to go. 

“One of the car crash victims. 36 year old man with several lacerations and possible broken bones. Looks to be stab wounds, looks to be gang related.” Gabby said

“Alright move on my count. 1.2.3.” You said and everyone moved him to the hospital bed. They left and you got to work. You looked up at your husband and gave him a smile and a nod and he did the same and then he was leaving. “Sir, can you hear me?” You asked him and rubbed his chest with your fist. You got nothing and so you started to call out labs that you needed to run “I want to get an IV of fluids going now.” You said and just as a nurse was about to stick him after getting a tourniquet on him he woke up with a start grabbing a pair of scissors on the table that would be used for cutting the clothing.

—

Truck 81 and Ambulance 61 one police car and Intelligence rushed past them and headed towards the hospital and that got Christopher worried. “What the hell is going on?” He asked.

“I don’t know I will find out.” Matt asked and he radioed into but Christopher was worried you were there and 8 ½  months pregnant and something big was going down at Med. “It looks like the victim that we just took in from the car accident was a person of interest with Intelligence.” Matt said and Christopher paled. He grabbed his phone and sent you messages and texts hoping you got called into surgery with another patient or somehow managed to get to the break room but yet he got nothing in reply. “Squad is still there. They arrived a few minutes after us.” Matt said and that made him feel a little bit better but not really. 

“She’s going to be ok. Kelly is there with her.” Peter Mills said, trying to comfort the older man. Kelly was very protective of you. I guess that would be because you are his older sister and he would do anything to protect you so having him there with you was the best case scenario. Truck 81 and Ambulance 61 rolled into the bays and Christopher was the first one out, stripping off his turnout coat and boots and putting on his other boots. He went inside and started the pacing back and forth. Everyone was worried for you, you became like a mom to them even though you were younger than some of the crew but older than some of the crew. Randall ‘Mouch’ McHolland stopped his best friend.

“She’s going to be alright.” He said 

“I just wish we stayed a little bit longer.” Christopher said 

“Me too.” Mouch said and patted him on the shoulder and brought him in for a hug “Me too.”

—

“Woah woah woah woah.” Ethan Choi said since he had been helping you. He had stepped in when everyone left. “Let’s think this through.” He said. The man grabbed you around the neck and started to back you up into the main flow of ED. This got everyone’s attention, one in particular your brother, Kelly. 

“Hey let my sister go!” He said coming up to you both.

“Not another move or I’ll end her.” The man said and that had him stopping you could feel the point of the scissors on your stomach and you tensed up. 

“Please don’t hurt my baby.” You pleaded but that just seemed to piss him off because he pressed the scissors harder into your stomach not yet penetrating and you inhaled sharply and he tightened his grip onto around your throat. Everything seemed to go into slow motion and even freeze. You started feeling the baby kick and then you started to feel cramping, then you realized those cramps were contractions and not a second later something wet was running down your leg, your water had just broken.

“Let her go and take me.” Connor Rhodes, your colleague, your best friend, and fellow classmate said having noticed your water breaking and so had everyone else.

“Sir, you need to let her go. Her water just broke and we need to get her to labor and delivery.” Sharon Goodwin said.

“Not a chance. I want out of here and no cops.” He said 

“I can’t let you do that. Cops were already on their way when you were brought in.” Will said, trying to get closer. The cramps were coming harder and so were the kicks.

“Stay back.” The man hissed, backing up further and dragging you with him. 

“Hey man, nobody has to get hurt. You can get out of this alive. You don’t want to harm or kill a pregnant woman.” Kelly said getting irritated and pissed off that you and his nephew were in harm's way. He then saw Jay Halstead, Hank Voight, Antonio Dawson, Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater, Alvin ‘Al’ Olinksky and Kim Burgess roll in along with Chicago PD officers.  

“Put the weapon down and let her go.” Hank said in his gruff voice.

“Not a chance. I’m not going back to prison.” He said 

“Just listen to them and everything will be fine. Look around you, you’re surrounded and have no chance of getting away. Drop the weapon and let me go and you won’t be killed.” You said trying to stay strong and that seemed to do it because he was letting you go and dropping the scissors. Jay came rushing over and roughly and quickly grabbed his arms and cuffed. Kelly coming over and grabbing you into the safety of your arms.

“You ok?” Jay asked you and you nodded.

“Yea, I think so.” You said as a cramp came through and he nodded and then he was taking the perp out with most of everyone filing out after him. Connor was coming over to you along with Natalie Manning. “I’m having cramps, really bad ones.” You said as one came over you and you inhaled sharply.

“Alright, I’m taking you to labor and delivery.” She said and you nodded and then you and Kelly were heading there. He quickly told the others to head back. You were quickly changed out of your scrubs, stopping several times due to contractions and then you were put into a bed. Connor checked where the scissors were held against you. 

“Nothing serious and barely broke skin.” He said and you were thankful for that. 

“Can you go and call Christopher?” You asked Connor and he smiled and nodded.

“Yea I will.” He said and left the room. You started to inhale deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth. The kicking was not stopping and neither was the cramping. “Kels?” You asked and he looked at you and held your hand.

“I want my husband.” You said 

“I know sis, he’s coming.” He said and not a few seconds later he was rolling into the room.

“I’m here.” He said, coming over to your side. 

“He’s going to be early.” You said scared and Natalie was right there reassuring you. 

“He’s developed enough. He’ll be ok.” She said as she started to help you into position. “I’m gonna need to push. You’re fully dilated.” She said and you nodded and started to push.

“You’re doing great, Baby. I got you.” Christopher said holding your leg and hand and Kelly was on the other side doing the same thing.

“You’re doing great, Sis. You’re doing great.” Kelly said 

“Push, Momma.” Natalie said and you did and then fell back onto the bed.

“I can’t. I can’t.” You said exhausted

“Yes you can. Come on, Baby. We’re here for you. Our son is almost here.” Christopher said

“I can see the head. One more big push.” Natalie said and you nodded and did so. You pushed with all your might and then a pressure was released and your son came out screaming to the world. 

“You did it, Sis. You did it.” Kelly said and kissed your head as your son was placed on your chest. 

“Dad, you wanna cut the cord?” Natalie asked and Christopher did so after being shown where to cut. “You have a name?” She asked eagerly.

“Rye Kelly Herrmann.” You said and Christopher smiled.

“You two already had a name didn’t you?” Kelly asked 

“Yes we did.” You said as the nurse took him and cleaned him up.

“You both are sneaky.” Natalie said, smirking. “Congratulations you two.” She said after she and the nurses finished up. Rye was given back to you. 

“Kelly, you want to hold your nephew?” Christopher asked and he nodded.

“Yea.” He said and you handed him over to him. You watched him with him and smiled as your husband sat with you on arms wrapped around your shoulders and kissed your head. Your colleagues came in and out checking on you and meeting the baby.

—

2 Months Later

Christopher went back to work 2 months after Rye was born since that is when his paternity leave was up. You had more time to stay home with the maternity leave and the days saved up for vacation. When he went back everyone was excited to see pictures and hear about Rye. Christopher was somehow energized and excited to be back to work and on calls. Truck and Ambulance were called out leaving Squad and Engine back at the station. When they got back nobody was out in the bays and this made everyone wonder why. So when they parked and changed out of their turnout gear everyone went inside to investigate. When they got into the break room everyone was crowded around someone. “Oh he’s so cute.” Connie said. Everyone else got closer and saw who they were talking about.

“Y/N/N, I didn’t know you were coming today.” Christopher said as he came closer and Rye got excited seeing him. He quickly took him into his arms. 

“I thought I would surprise you and thought it was about time for everyone to meet him in person and not through pictures.” You said and everyone chuckled. 

“I’m glad you did. I think everyone needed this.” Wallace Boden said.

“We certainly did.” Gabby said “May I?” She asked and you smiled and nodded and Christopher handed him to her.

“Of course.” The both of you said. He walked over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your head. 

“I love you.” He said 

“I love you too.” You said as you watched your brother and extended family interact with your son. He was going to be so well protected and have so many aunts and uncles. 

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POINTS BABY!!!! P5!!! WOHOOOO!!!!!

(seems a bit inappropriate now that Nico passed Lewis😬😬)

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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.

Working on it as I type this :)

Toto Wolff with wife reader. Drunk Toto falling in love again with his wife because he doesn't remember her. But his heart does. Thanks!! :))

You should have known this night was going to be long the moment the victory champagne spilled across the garage, glistening like liquid diamonds under the floodlights. The team’s celebration shifted seamlessly from the paddock to the pulsing beat of a club, where music throbbed and lights flickered in neon arcs. You watched from a plush seat as investors swarmed Toto, offering cheers and shots in congratulation. He accepted each drink with polite grace, a twinkle in his eye that spoke of pride.

But as the night rolled on, that twinkle grew a bit glassy.

"How many drinks do you think that is now?" Lewis asked, dropping into the seat next to you, his grin wide. You laughed, watching Toto across the room, his broad frame towering above most, now slightly swaying as he spoke with some sponsors.

“Enough for me to expect a very long morning tomorrow,” you said, rolling your eyes fondly.

Suddenly, a warm arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you slightly. You turned to find Toto standing there, a mischievous, tipsy grin spreading across his face.

“Lewis,” he drawled, a hint of an Austrian accent thicker than usual. “Won’t you introduce me to this stunning creature you’ve been hogging all night?”

Your jaw dropped, and Lewis’s eyes widened, flicking to you in a moment of silent shock. You bit back a laugh as the realization set in—he was so drunk, he didn’t recognize you.

Lewis smirked, catching on quickly. “Oh, Toto, of course,” he said, playing along. “This is... my friend.”

Toto turned his full attention to you, his eyes sweeping over you with admiration. “Enchanté,” he said, taking your hand and pressing a gallant kiss to your knuckles. The warmth of his lips sent a flutter through your chest, even after years of marriage.

“Nice to meet you,” you teased, eyes twinkling. “Do you make a habit of charming random women at parties?”

“Only when they’re this beautiful,” he said, his smile lopsided. He leaned in, the scent of expensive whiskey and his familiar cologne clouding your senses. “There’s something about you... it feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”

Your breath caught in your throat. There was sincerity in his tone that made your heart swell. You glanced at Lewis, who watched with a barely concealed grin, clearly entertained by the turn of events.

“Is that so?” you said, tilting your head. “Well, you should know, I’m married.”

Toto’s brows lifted, his expression caught between delight and disbelief. “Lucky man,” he murmured, eyes narrowing in playful jealousy. “Tell me, does he treat you well?”

“Very well,” you said, stepping closer, barely able to hold back your laughter. “In fact, he looks a lot like you.”

He studied you for a moment, as if the fog in his mind was straining to lift. Then, a slow smile broke across his face, softening his features. His hand came up to touch your cheek, thumb tracing a familiar path. “It’s you,” he whispered, voice low with awe, as though seeing you for the first time again.

“It’s me,” you confirmed, your voice softening.

For a second, time seemed to stop. Then, the sparkle in his eyes turned brighter, love breaking through the haze of drunkenness. “Well, in that case,” he said, pulling you flush against him, “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You laughed, the sound swallowed by his kiss—deep, earnest, as if he really was falling for you all over again. And in that crowded club, surrounded by flashing lights and laughter, he did.

THIS!!!!!!! ABC TAKE NOTES!!!!!

killing off characters in a show is usually okay and useful but there's a thing of who and how is the appropriate character and way of doing so may the rookie never be this dumb

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?

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.

Toto Wolff with wife reader. Feat their son, Jack. She had some sort of trouble breathing but didn't want to alarm Toto or anyone else. Because they're busy preparing for the races. Even other drivers & WAGs ask her if she's alright. Ask me if you want more insight. Thanks!! :)) With prompts :

1)"My chest really... hurts..."

2)"I can't really breathe -"

3)"Don't you dare pass out on me."

4)"Careful you don't fall - gotcha!"

You can choose how many you want to use.

You can choose how many you want to use

Ps : from p✌🏻

“Breathless”

i will always write p’s requests first! hope you like it p

The sun had barely risen over the Silverstone circuit, casting a golden glow across the track as cars roared to life in the distance. It was race day, the culmination of months of tireless effort, strategies, and sacrifices. Every member of the Mercedes team, from the engineers to the drivers to the WAGs, was on edge. But it was a different kind of nervousness for you, the wife of Toto Wolff.

Toto was deep in his preparations, leading the team as always, focused and composed. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders as the team’s success and his drivers’ performance depended on the decisions made in those crucial final moments before the race. But you… you were struggling, and he had no idea.

As the day progressed, the increasing pressure of the crowd and the weight of the upcoming race only made it harder for you to breathe. It started off small—just a bit of tightness in your chest—but over time it became harder to ignore. The subtle discomfort bloomed into something much worse, sharp pangs slicing through your ribcage, leaving you gasping for air. You found it harder to breathe, each inhale feeling like you were suffocating, but you refused to let it show. You couldn’t. Not now. Not when Toto had so much to focus on. He couldn’t know.

You sat quietly in the hospitality area, surrounded by the other wives and girlfriends of the drivers, but you barely heard their chatter over the pounding in your ears. You could feel their concerned glances on you, but you forced a smile, clutching your chest and taking slow, shallow breaths, praying it would pass. The last thing you wanted was to be a distraction.

As you sipped your water, Jack, your young son, came over to you, his little face full of concern.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Jack asked, his innocent voice bringing warmth to your heart, even though your chest burned with every passing second.

You forced a smile, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a little tired, that’s all.”

Jack seemed to buy it, but the others weren’t so easily fooled.

One of the other drivers’ wives, Sophie, leaned in, her face etched with worry. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked gently. “You don’t look well.”

You nodded quickly, trying to mask the pain behind a veil of reassurance. “I’m fine, just… just a bit lightheaded. Nothing to worry about.”

But Sophie didn’t seem convinced. She glanced at you, and you could tell she wanted to say more, but she was interrupted by the loud rumble of an engine firing up on the track.

The tightness in your chest worsened, and you pressed a hand to your ribs, trying to steady your breathing. But it felt impossible. You were suffocating, and the air just wasn’t enough.

You stood up abruptly, trying to mask your discomfort by pretending to stretch. But it only made things worse. Your vision blurred, the edges of the world fading as you tried to push through it. Your breaths became shallow, faster, more frantic. A cold sweat broke out on your forehead, and you stumbled forward, nearly collapsing into the arms of another WAG, who immediately caught you.

“Okay, that’s it,” Sophie said, her voice now filled with urgency. “You’re not fine. Let me get help.”

You shook your head weakly, panic rising in your chest, but you couldn’t argue anymore. Everything was spiraling out of control.

Meanwhile, Toto was deep in a team meeting, his mind on the race, on the strategy, on the stakes ahead. He was so close to achieving his dream for the season, but in the back of his mind, he always made sure to check in on you. Even now, he felt a strange unease tug at him, but he brushed it off. The day was too important.

But then, the call came.

“Toto, it’s your wife. You need to come now,” Sophie said, her voice thick with panic.

His heart stopped, a sinking feeling dropping to the pit of his stomach. He bolted from the room, his legs carrying him faster than he ever thought possible. He had no idea what was happening, but the tone in Sophie’s voice was enough to make his blood run cold.

When he arrived at the hospitality suite, the sight of you, pale and struggling for air, made his chest tighten in an instant. You were leaning against a table, breathing erratically, your hand clutching at your ribs as though you were trying to hold yourself together.

“Toto,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to worry you…”

Toto’s face went ashen, his eyes wide with fear. “Don’t you dare pass out on me,” he growled, kneeling beside you, gripping your shoulders with a desperation you’d never seen from him before. “Please… just breathe, breathe with me.”

You gasped for air, but it was no use. Your chest constricted even more, the pain unbearable. A cold sweat drenched your skin, and you felt like you were slipping away. You couldn’t breathe.

Toto’s voice broke through the fog of panic, his hands shaking as he pressed you against his chest. “Stay with me, love. Stay with me. I can’t lose you.”

The next few moments were a blur. Paramedics rushed in, lifting you onto a stretcher and into the ambulance, Toto never leaving your side. He was frantic now, a man out of control, his mind racing with fear as he clutched your hand, whispering reassurances he didn’t believe himself. He was terrified.

In the ambulance, the oxygen mask was placed over your face, but the damage had been done. Your heart, strained under the pressure, had given out. You had suffered a heart attack—an event that felt so sudden, so unexpected. The pain, the tightness, the feeling of being trapped in your own body—it all made sense now. But the fear in Toto’s eyes, the way he cried quietly while holding your hand, that was something you couldn’t have prepared for.

“I need you, please,” Toto muttered, his voice raw with emotion. “I can’t do this without you.”

You fought for consciousness, focusing on the steady rise and fall of the oxygen as it filled your lungs. Slowly, the tightness eased, and you managed to open your eyes. The first thing you saw was Toto, his face streaked with tears, his expression torn apart with anguish. And then you saw Jack, standing beside him, his little hands clutching his father’s pant leg, looking up at you with eyes wide in fear.

You squeezed Toto’s hand weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m okay… I’m here.”

Toto’s entire body shuddered as he breathed in, the relief on his face immediate, but his hands remained tight around yours. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered, tears welling up in your own eyes now. “I didn’t want you to worry. I just… I didn’t want to be a distraction. Not today.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice low and full of emotion. “You are my world, you are my priority. Everything else can wait. Don’t you ever try to protect me from your pain again. I can’t lose you.”

Toto’s words, raw and vulnerable, tore through you. You had been so determined to stay strong for him, for Jack, for the team. But now, in this moment, you realized that the only thing that mattered was the people you loved.

And you were going to fight for them.

Fight for your life. Because Toto Wolff couldn’t lose his family.

And neither could you.

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