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Me:

Toto Wolff with wife reader. He's getting jealous because of the fictional character and she finds it ridiculous. Up to you how it went. Thanks!! :))

The unexpected embrace from the F1 community took you by surprise. When you first entered Toto's world, you were prepared for whispers, raised eyebrows, and even a bit of backlash. After all, you were younger, and Toto was an established figure in the sport, a powerhouse in every sense. The age gap was an obvious point of conflict for some, but you were ready to face it all for Toto and your relationship. What you didn’t anticipate was how quickly the fans would fall in love with you.

Your social media accounts started to blow up. What began as a trickle of followers turned into an avalanche of admiration. Edits of you, fan pages dedicated to your every move, and endless comments flooding your posts with praise and adoration. They adored your presence at the races, your interactions with the drivers, and the way you seemed to brighten up the paddock. Some even started calling you the "Mother of the Paddock."

But it didn’t stop there. The fan obsession grew. People started making marriage proposals in the comments of your posts, “Marry me instead!” and “If Toto ever slips up, I’m here!” were regular occurrences. Accounts popped up dedicated to every aspect of your life, dissecting your fashion choices, your favourite hobbies, and your relationship with Toto. They’d dubbed you the “F1 Sweetheart,” and your charm was infectious.

Toto, however, wasn’t as thrilled as you. Of course, he was happy that you were accepted, and that people loved you. But as the fan obsession grew, so did his discomfort. It wasn’t the attention that bothered him—it was how much people loved you. After all, you were his.

One evening, as you were scrolling through your phone, giggling at the latest fan-made meme, Toto walked into the room, his brow furrowed in a way you recognized all too well.

"What's so funny?" he asked, trying to sound casual, but you could hear the tension in his voice.

"Oh, just another silly meme someone made of us," you said, holding your phone up to show him. "Look, they’ve photoshopped us as the royal couple of F1."

He barely glanced at it before sitting down beside you, his arm possessively wrapping around your waist. "Hmm," was all he muttered, his jaw clenched slightly.

You put your phone down and turned to him, immediately sensing something was off. "Toto, what’s wrong?"

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before meeting your gaze. "It’s just… all this attention on you. I’m happy that they like you, but it’s… it’s a bit much, don’t you think? All these people asking you to marry them, making accounts dedicated to you— it’s like they forget that you’re mine."

You couldn’t help but smile at his jealousy. "Toto, you’re not seriously jealous of a bunch of fans, are you?"

He looked at you, his eyes a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Maybe I am. It’s just— you’re everything to me. I don’t like the idea of sharing you with the world, of other people thinking they can just—"

You interrupted him with a soft kiss, your hand gently cupping his cheek. "Toto, listen to me. I’m yours. I always have been, and I always will be. No amount of fan attention or silly comments is going to change that."

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he leaned into your touch. "I know. I just… I want to keep you all to myself."

You chuckled, pressing your forehead against his. "You do realize how ridiculous you sound, right? We’re married. I’m literally wearing your ring."

His lips twitched into a smile, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair. "I guess I just can’t help it. You’re so perfect, and sometimes I still can’t believe you’re mine."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. "And I’m not going anywhere. So, how about you stop worrying about the fans and start focusing on the fact that you have me all to yourself, right here, right now."

Toto pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression softening as he finally let go of his jealousy. "You’re right. I’m sorry, it’s just… I love you so much. Sometimes it’s overwhelming."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I love you too, Toto. More than anything."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender, passionate kiss that made your heart flutter. When he pulled away, there was a new determination in his eyes. "I’ll try to be better about this. But just know, I’m always going to be a little possessive when it comes to you."

You laughed, giving him one last peck on the lips. "As long as you remember that I’m yours and yours alone, I think I can live with that."

He smiled, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "Deal."

it is a knife - jack abbot.

pairing: jack abbot x reader.

warnings: very lightly implied smut. a knife? lol

summary: a lull in your shift allows for some quiet time with Jack which is suddenly interrupted by the wielding of a knife.

word count: 700+

a/n: not edited or proofread at all!! I wrote this literally in an hour. ho-ho-holy shit it’s been a minute since I’ve posted on here but, I’m back? Sort of?

It was a quiet night in the ER— more so than normal. It almost made you miss the chaos. Almost. Because while the chaos guaranteed your shift went faster, sometimes not even that could compare to the moments hidden in the quiet. When on the rare occasion, during a lull in the night and there were only one or two people in the waiting room, every patient behind the doors sound asleep and all the staff caught up on their work, did it allow you a couple of minutes alone with your husband— the familiar feeling of his solid arms sliding around your waist from behind putting you further at ease.

“Hi,” Jack murmurs against your neck, pressing a kiss to the spot and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you whisper back, giving his hand that rests on your middle a squeeze before going back to making your cup of tea.

“Tea?” you offer.

He shakes his head with a pleased sigh, “I’m quite happy with what I have right now.”

Your eyes widen, feeling just how happy he was as he pulled you closer to him— something hard pressing into your lower back.

“I can tell,” you breathe a laugh and turn around in his arms.

Draping your arms around his neck, you reach up to press a soft kiss against his lips, his arms tightening around you and holding you in place to pull you back in for another but you deny him to peer through the small window in the door to make sure no one was coming toward the tea room.

“All clear?” He muses, when your gaze returns to him.

You roll your eyes but, allow him to pull you into another kiss. Slow and tender, his mouth coaxes your own open to snake his tongue into yours. You moan at the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, arms tightening around him as his hardness presses into your lower stomach—

“Fuck-” you whine, breaking the kiss.

Jack doesn’t let up though, continuing to press hot, wet kisses down your neck, his hands sliding down your body and finding perch on your ass to press you even closer to him—

“Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just that excited to see me?” you tease breathlessly but, your words seem to halt his ministrations.

“What?” you ask, head dipping to meet his gaze and concern lacing your voice at the odd look in his eyes. “Jack, what is it?”

“Uh— actually,” he removes one of his arms from around you to reach into his pocket.

“It uh— it is a knife,” he pull an all black switch blade out and shows it to you. “It’s that one I was telling you about a couple of weeks ago, remember? The one I said I ordered? It was just delivered yesterday. Here-”

You stare at your husband, absolutely bewildered and pressing a hand to your mouth while he shows it off to you, describing its different features and demonstrating them too—

“Oh my god,” you whisper from behind your fingers. The moment was completely shattered and god, if it was anyone else… but, it wasn’t anyone else. It was Jack. Your Jack and you couldn’t deny the way your heart swelled and filled with more love for him than you knew you were capable of as his eyes lit up every time he looked at you or showed you something new on the blade that he should’ve absolutely not been carrying around on him but was anyway. “Oh Jack, baby, you are so lucky I am so in love with you.”

“What? Why?” he questions, brows furrowing in complete oblivion but, you give him a moment to catch on.

“Oh-” he says, mouth forming an ‘o’ to match. “Oh- baby- I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay,” you hum your amusement, folding the blade up and placing it in the breast pocket of his scrub top.

Leaning back against the counter, you watch as he closes his eyes and grimaces— the corner of your lips twitching as you suppress your smile. A small laugh escaping you a second later as he groans and falls forward into your arms, his head resting on your shoulder as you rub soothing circles into his back.

“If it’s of any consolation, I also was and most definitely still am excited to see you,” Jack mumbles into your neck, pressing his indeed hardened member into you.

You don’t suppress the laughter that bubbles out of you this time, arms wrapping around him as you pepper his reddened cheeks and neck with kisses.

Yeah, you lived for these quiet moments.

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“what my dad was to Sebastian, he is for me”

“you remind me a lot of your dad”

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

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

nico hulkenberg appreciation post reblog if you agree

For your 400 celebration. Driver 36 and reader 12. Fem wife reader. Her getting everyone for a marketing video for Christmas and New year for the team which includes her husband. And surprise bonus, their children. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :)))

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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

taglist: @leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @camelliaflow3r, @pear-1206

Please you guys need to read this and demand part 2!!!

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕠 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕪 𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕘𝕚

Alessandro Fusaro x Fem!Reader (she/her) Where taking your niece to a race has an unexpected, very stressful (but eventually very welcome) outcome.

Warnings: None! Maybe some brief talks of the dreaded emotions!! (also probably some bad Italian translations 😅)

Ember's Notes: I really hope you like this one @pear-1206 because I actually loved writing it so much oml 🫶🫶

(I left it kind of open ended so if there’s a decent demand for it, I can write a part two that focuses mainly on the pairing)

For as long as you could remember, your family had been staunch Ferrari supporters. You had been part of the Tifosi for your whole life. It was something that you had found so much joy in, being able to cheer and root for the same team as the rest of your family. Which is why you had asked your younger brother if you could take your 7 year old niece, Gianna, to the Imola Grand Prix. He had told you a few months ago that he was trying to get Gianna to be a Ferrari fan (a fan of motorsport in general) but it was turning out to be tough work.

Originally your father had planned to take you with him, but given the circumstances, he had told you to take Gianna. So you brought it up to your brother and his wife. Your sister-in-law had been worried that something might happen to Gianna (and you of course) but she swiftly agreed to let you take her daughter when you promised to facetime every morning and every night that you were away. All that was left to do was to tell Gianna that she would get to spend a whole weekend with her Zia Y/n. [Auntie]

A few weeks have gone by and it was finally time for you to introduce your niece to the world of Formula One. You hoped that she would have fun, especially given just how excited she was when her parents told her about the trip. You desperately didn’t want that excitement to have been for nothing.

“How long will we take this weekend, Zia?” You heard her ask from the backseat of your car, your beloved 1959 Fiat 500. Your car had been another thing that Gianna was excited about for the weekend, as you usually only drove it around on special occasions.

“We’re going to be here all weekend, Bambina. Nonno was kind enough to get us passes into the garage for the whole weekend.” You told her. [Baby] [Grandpa]

“Are we going to meet important people?” She asked, twiddling with her thumbs timidly. You became worried as this was so far away from how she usually was.

“Mmm, I’m not sure Fiore. Why? Are you nervous?” [Flower]

“Un po’” [A little bit]

Your heart melted and seized simultaneously. You reassured her that being nervous was normal, because she had never gone to a race weekend before. Wanting to see her smile again, you offered to teach her about who was who in the paddock as soon as you settled into your hotel room. Gianna quickly agreed and was back to her vibrant, excited self in no time.

Walking into the paddock on Friday morning was a feeling that you would happily get used to. Gianna had asked if you could try and get there earlier than all the drivers. When you asked, she told you that she still wasn’t 100% confident about who was who, despite spending well over an hour the night before looking up pictures and matching them to names. Gianna said that by getting there earlier than the others, the two of you could find a nice spot somewhere near the entrance where you could point and tell her who was walking through.

Thinking about it, you couldn’t fault her logic. So here you were bright and early. You had arrived with enough time to buy some breakfast and find a nicely shaded spot where you could settle in while you waited. Gianna had insisted that you both sit at a table that was both directly opposite the paddock entrance and under a rather large tree. Sitting down you gave Gianna her breakfast, a freshly toasted bacon and egg croissant, and made sure that she was drinking enough water from her Cars themed bottle. Similarly you also began to eat your own croissant while you sipped your scalding hot coffee.

Gianna spoke to you about what she was most excited for this weekend while you both ate. Occasionally someone would walk through the entrance that she recognised. You were surprised just how often she had noticed someone that you mentioned the previous night. So far she had pointed out some drivers, a few of the team principals and the occasional mechanic or engineer.

When Hannah Schmidt had walked through though, Gianna had nearly fallen off her seat as she pointed and told you that she had recognised and remembered the iconic woman. Said woman had heard Gianna excitedly cry and she had smiled and waved at your niece as she walked to the Red Bull garage.

You smiled when you noticed that Hannah had waved at Gianna. Happy that this trip was definitely living up to what you had promised your niece. Seeing that the two of you had long since stopped eating, you packed away your rubbish and cleaned up the area you had been sitting.

“Should we walk around for a bit, Gigi? Stretch our legs a little?”

“Yes please, Zia.”

So you packed away your things and threw away your rubbish in a nearby bin. You held Gianna’s hand and walked around for a bit as you didn’t need to be in the garage for a little while still.

Walking around the paddock with your niece made sure to point out all the things she thought were interesting. You were giving her little tidbits of information throughout the whole walk, about a bunch of things that had to do with motorsport. Granted most of the information was directly about Ferrari but hey, you were trying to induct a brand new member of the Tifosi.

Unbeknownst to you, just as you were starting to tell Gianna about the extensive history of Ferrari, a member of the Scuderia Ferrari media team had strolled past you and had heard you speaking about Enzo Ferrari. They had quickly turned around and you found yourself being approached by a small media team no less than 2 minutes later.

“Hi, I’m Sophia. I’m part of Ferrari’s media team, I was just wondering if we could film you answering some Ferrari related questions for a youtube video?”

Having not expected this change of events at all, but also knowing you wouldn’t get another chance, you agreed to let them film you. So long, of course, that they didn’t get Gianna’s face in the shot. As they started to set their equipment, you gently kneeled next to your niece and asked her to stay within a few metres of you so that she wouldn’t get lost.

“Te lo prometto Zia!” [I promise Auntie!]

“Bene.” [Good.]

As you stood up they told you that they were ready to film when you were. Giving them the go ahead they pressed record and started asking you questions. First general questions about Formula One but soon they started to ask more obscure questions about Ferrari specifically. You smiled and gave as many answers as you could. Which was a lot. Later when the video would come out, a lot of people would comment that had you not introduced yourself at the beginning they’d’ve thought you were related to Enzo himself.

The questions had ended after almost twenty minutes. Sophia had apologised because she wasn’t aware how long that would take but you assured her it was no problem at all. You readjusted your shoulder bag and went to grab Gianna’s hand, only to not see her where she was supposed to be standing.

“Gianna?” you called, trying not to panic. She was right beside you, where could she have gone?

“Gigi?! Fiore, this isn’t funny!” you tried to call out again. “Zia’s getting really worried!”

Having already excused yourself from the media team next to you, disregarding their shocked and worried looks, you quickly started walking around trying to find your niece. Walking towards the end of the paddock you kept calling out for her, hoping that someone would take pity on you and help you look. Thankfully you had taken a “fit check” photo with her this morning, meaning that when you went up to people asking if they’d seen her, you could show them a picture of what she was wearing that day.

Too many people had said they’d not seen her at all for you to be comfortable. You were starting to get frantic when another 10 minutes had gone by. There was no way you were returning home without your niece. You’d turn into Liam Neeson if you found out that someone had taken her. Speed walking past the Ferrari garage, you finally heard the sound you had needed to hear.

Gianna’s giggles.

Letting her giggling lead you to her, you ended up in the garage where you needed to be for the beginning of the practise sessions. Looking around for Gianna, you noticed that one of the mechanics was crouching down but not facing the car at all. Walking closer you finally saw that the mechanic was entertaining you niece, whose face was lit up with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

Emotions washed over you like a tsunami. She hadn’t been taken. Tears welled up in your eyes at the utter relief you felt finally knowing that she had been safe the whole time.

Rushing over to her, you quickly scooped her up into a hug, wrapping your arms around her tightly.

“Gianna! Mia cara ragazza, non hai idea di quanto fossi preoccupato! I thought someone had taken you away and you were lost forever! Sono così felice che tu stia bene!” By now your tears had begun falling down your face. [My darling girl, you have no idea how worried I was!] [I’m so glad you’re okay!]

“Zia! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to break my promise but someone pushed into me and I fell and when I got up again I couldn’t see you and then I bumped into Alessandro and he asked me why I was crying and so I told him that I couldn’t see you and that we were supposed to go to the Ferrari garage for practise so he made sure I got here without anyone else pushing me!” She rushed to tell you everything that had led to this moment. You finally let go of her, moving your hands to stroke the hair away from her face. In the back of your mind you noted that she had bumped into Charles Leclerc’s head mechanic, but that could be focussed on later.

“It’s okay Principessa. You found help, I’m proud of you. I was just worried when I couldn’t see you, that's all.” You said, finally able to wipe your own tears off of your face. “Did you say thank you to Mr. Fusaro?”

Alessandro decided to cut in before Gianna could tell you that she had indeed said thank you. “Please, there’s no need for thank you’s. I didn’t want her to get more lost or upset.”

Standing up, you gently placed a hand on Gianna’s shoulder as you faced the man in front of you. “I must insist, you just saved me from a horrible phone call with my sister-in-law.”

You both chuckled a little as you spoke. He brushed you off again saying he loved hanging out with Ferrari’s biggest little fan.

“Zia, he has a tattoo! It’s so cool!” Seeing Alessandro get a bit bashful when your niece spoke made you curious, but you decided to not bring a lot of attention to that.

“Does he?” You said. Of course you already knew. Being part of the Tifosi for as long as you had, Alessandro’s Guido tattoo was common knowledge. Funnily enough it was one of the questions Sophia had asked you. Which ferrari mechanic has an iconic tattoo and what is the tattoo? It was your favourite question to answer as it allowed you to bring up your precious Fiat 500 that you had named Luigi after the Fiat from the Cars movie. It technically also allowed you to bring up your own tattoo which was, again, based on Luigi from Cars. Not that you did bring it up. You’d never hear the end of it from your father.

“Uhuh! It’s a red Guido from the same movie as yours!” Trust your innocent niece to blurt to all Ferrari that you also had a Cars themed tattoo.

Alessandro was now less bashful and more intrigued about your tattoo.

“The same movie as yours?” He asked.

You chuckled and continued to smooth out Gianna’s hair as you faced Alessandro. “Yeah, a few years ago, maybe a month before Gianna was born, I got a tattoo of Luigi from Cars. In a pale red instead of the usual yellow.”

Gianna nodded her head quickly and began to excitedly tell him all about how the first movie she had ever watched with you was Cars and how it had become your thing together.

All too quickly time caught up and it was soon time for Alessandro to go back to work. Gianna had deflated a little at the knowledge but she perked up again when Alessandro had said that he would try and talk to them again after both practise sessions had finished.

“After all,” he said, kneeling in front of her but looking up at you, “I’d love to get to know you better.”

I actually love this so much (When I get back home, I'll be making a new masterlist for the non-drivers that I'm gonna be writing for) ((also, while i’m away from my computer i’m gonna be typing up some dusty requests and maybe some drafts as well on my phone so please excuse any irregular formatting i’ll try and fix them before i post them))

this is also being posted a lot later than i initially thought it would be. i had planned for it to be posted before Monaco but 😅 (also something will be coming for the monaco race but i want it to be perfect so it might be a while before that comes to light)

They plan this. I know it and I called it. Gonna miss him🥺

december 18, 2020. december 18, 2024.

best day of his career. worst day of his career.

*tears falls slowly* 💔😭

oh bobby, mr captain robert nash, mr dad to us all. thank you for all these years. thank you for showing strength, and heroism, and braveness. thank you for showing they also exist in vulnerability. thank you for raising them as a family. thank you for allowing yourself to love once again 🤍

thank you for fighting, and teaching how to fight. thank you for your kindness, and your candor, and maturity. thank you for loving them through and in-spite of it all.

thank you for loving athena, and her kids as your own. thank you for forgiving yourself. thank you for saving them all in so many ways. thank you for admitting your wrongs and seeing beyond them. thank you for staying a little while longer.

and most of all, thank you to Peter Krause, for giving this character life. there’s a part of me that hopes this was fake. I hope this posts looks ridiculous in a couple of weeks. if not, you have and will always have my heart. thank you for giving us bobby, he’ll be honored and remembered through centuries to come 🤍

❤️❤️❤️

Could you do Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? She was at the garage, accompanied him. George had some technical issue and that's life only Lewis on the track for the team. After some battle, Lewis finally won and the garage erupted into chaos!! He couldn't stop smiling. It's been such a long time for the duo. Bono was looking so good on that podium. You decide how it goes. Fluff and maybe suggestive. Thanks!! :))

Something for Lewis and Bono. They deserve it!!

Hey sweetie, I managed to advance your order today (blame Lewis' beautiful victory for stimulating my creativity) and I hope it lived up to your expectations — s yes I am obsessed with validation from my readers!

I focused a little more on Bono (oops) but still delivered the dose of romance that you expect

You deserve it too, Pete! || Peter 'Bono' Bonnington