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hi honey, i’m baaacckkk!

my love for susie wolff has been reignited, so here i am! susie wolff x reader x toto wolff. it’s me of course so there’s a twist…………………………………….

ferrari team principal reader, yep she stole lewis from toto! i’ll let you decide if they’re already a couple or if they’re falling in love. and for the sake of my little ferrari loving heart, let’s be delusional and pretend ferrari is doing much better than they actually are

love you lots! i can’t wait to see what you do with this, and i can’t wait for a couple of hours to pass before i think of another request for you

finders keepers — toto wolff + susie wolff

toto wolff x !ferrari tp reader x susie wolff

smau + blurbs

when you were announced as ferrari’s new team principal, the motorsport world lost its mind. young, unapologetic, and brilliant — you weren’t just there to shake the table. you were flipping it over. then came the real shock- lewis hamilton signing with ferrari under your leadership, leaving behind a furious toto wolff and a suddenly intrigued susie. they called it sabotage. you called it strategy. "Finders keepers," you whispered into Toto’s ear at the F1 75 event, your hand brushing Susie’s as you walked past. the war was on. and so was the chemistry.

fc : irina shayk

(a/n) : MY WIFEEEEEY. my honey sugar baby loveeeee! you know as soon as you request something, i drop everything and make sure it happens. i love you soooooo much. such a good idea. i had so much fun!!

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scuderiaferrari : Breaking tradition, making history. Joining us this season is YN LN as our new Team Principal — and with her, she brings none other than 7 time World Champion Lewis Hamilton to the Scuderia. The future is bold. The future is red. 🔴

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lewishamilton : So honored to work beside YN. Let's make history together, Boss! Forza Ferrari. ❤️🔥

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↳yn_ln : boss makes me feel old...even though i am younger than you;) happy to have you champ! let's do this.

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↳ username000 : how old is she??

↳ username00 : 35

charles_leclerc : Welcome, boss. Don’t scare the engineers too much 😅They are already terrified.

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↳ yn_ln : aw i like to think im a little bit nicer than old man fred :(

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sebastianvettel : This is the kind of chaos I would’ve stayed for. Welcome.

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↳ yn_ln : miss your smiling face. come by sometime this season?

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↳ sebastianvettel : I’ll be there boss.

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↳ username1 : omg if seb loves her. we are GOLDEN.

yn_ln : thank you everybody for the love and warm welcome. i can say with confidence for once that this really is our season. forza ferrari ❤️

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↳ username5 : omg i love her already.

carlossainz55 : im not hurt. just a little upset. but this is so iconic i can’t be mad.

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↳ yn_ln : you are always welcome, carlos. you are family forever.

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username7 : toto wolff punching the air right now 😭😭

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↳ yn_ln : finders keepers 🤷🏻‍♀️

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↳ username11 : fuck. i really wanted to hate her but i can’t.

username15 : No hate but what’s her actual experience? Or did she just charm her way to the top?

↳ lewishamilton : You think I would just make this decision for anybody? You clearly haven’t done your homework. YN is one of the most intelligent, driven, and strategic minds I’ve worked with — male or female. She earned this. Every bit of it. Put some respect on her name.

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username17 : Ferrari hiring a woman for the attention is insane. This is Formula 1, I seriously don’t think she can take it. I give her 5 races before ferrari collapses again.

↳ susie_wolff : This is Formula 1 — which means it’s about intelligence, strategy, and resilience. All of which YN has in abundance. If you think she was hired for attention, you’re clearly not paying attention. And for the record? I’d bet on her over half the grid.

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↳ yn_ln : thank you for the kind words, susie. you’re a doll.

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flashback

You arrive at the private meeting room in Maranello five minutes early. Of course you do. You don’t become Ferrari’s team principal—the first woman in history to do it—by being late. Especially not when you’re about to attempt the boldest power play of the decade— poaching Lewis Hamilton from Mercedes.

The room is quiet, floor to ceiling glass looking out over a polished test track drenched in winter sun. The espresso in front of you is untouched, more for optics than anything else. You’ve rehearsed every line, every scenario. But nothing quite prepares you for the quiet shift in atmosphere when he finally walks in. Lewis Hamilton. Seven-time world champion. The very embodiment of calm power. He’s dressed in head to toe black, subtle jewelry catching the light as he sits across from you. No entourage, no assistant. Just him. That in itself feels like a test. He studies you. Not in the patronizing way most men in this industry do—but like he’s reading your pressure points, your intent, your truth.

“Ferrari,” he says slowly, eyes flicking across the Prancing Horse logo on the leather folder you’ve laid between you. “Didn’t expect this.”

“I know,” you say evenly. “But you didn’t get to seven titles by playing it safe. And I didn’t come to Ferrari to follow tradition.”

He lets out the faintest breath of a laugh. It’s not unkind. It’s curious.

“You’re young,” he says, not as a judgment, more as a fact.

You nod. “And you’re still winning. That’s why we’re both dangerous.”

That earns you a pause. Then a flicker of something sharper—respect, maybe—passes through his gaze.

“I’m not leaving Mercedes lightly,” he says.

“I’m not asking you to,” you reply. “I’m asking you to finish what you started—with someone who won’t waste your last peak years babysitting board politics.”

He leans back in the chair, arms crossed now. “You think you can run Ferrari better than everyone before you?”

“I don’t think,” you say quietly. “I know.”

The silence after that is thick. You can feel the weight of it pressing down on your spine, but you don’t flinch. You want him to see that. You want him to look across this table and realize that for the first time in a long time, someone isn’t just offering him a car—they’re offering him control. A legacy. He glances down at the folder. Doesn’t open it yet.

“You know Toto’s going to hate this,” he says.

You smile, slow and deliberate. “I know.”

And for a moment, Lewis just stares at you. Measuring. Calculating. And then—smiling.

It’s a real one, this time.

“Alright then,” he says softly. “Impress me.”

—

You watch as Lewis slowly signs the contract, the pen lingering just a moment longer than necessary—not for show, but because he’s savoring the moment. Your name sits at the top— YN LN. Ferrari’s new team principal. The one who just convinced him to leave behind everything he built with Toto Wolff. When he finally sets the pen down, you don’t move. You hold his gaze, calm and steady, a small, knowing smile tugging at your lips—like you’ve been expecting this all along.

He looks up, eyes searching yours. “You didn’t even flinch.”

You tilt your head, cool and collected. “Was I supposed to?”

Lewis shrugs and closes the folder between you. “I thought you’d be either overcompensating or underprepared. But you’re neither. You walk in here like you’ve already won.”

You smile, subtle but real. “Because I don’t make offers I can’t back up.”

There’s a quiet confidence about you, not loud or flashy, but magnetic. The kind of power that commands respect without demanding it. It’s a presence he hasn’t seen in a long time, maybe ever.

You stand, extending your hand for a formal shake, but when his fingers curl around yours, the grip is steady, controlled.

“I’ll make this worth it,” you say softly, your voice low but certain. “Not just for Ferrari—for you.”

For the first time in years, Lewis feels something new—a spark, a steady pulse of belief. He meets your eyes, honest and unguarded. “I’m not used to being impressed. But you managed it.”

You nod once, silent but clear—Good. As you turn and leave the room, the sharp click of your heels echoes behind you, and Lewis watches the red of your blazer fade through the door. This is no longer just about a contract, a car, or a team. This is about something bigger. You are something bigger. And everyone on the grid better be ready.

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : The Ferrari team has officially arrived at the F175 Event— all looking insanely gorgeous btw— and let’s just say… they did not come to play. New Team Principal YN LN made her red carpet debut flanked by both of her drivers— Charles Leclerc and Lewis Hamilton. Charles looked the happiest we’ve seen him in years, smiling ear to ear as he helped YN down the steps like a man completely at peace with his life choices. Lewis spent time catching up with the Mercedes team — but the real moment? YN coming face to face with the Wolffs for the first time since the signing bombshell. Tension with Toto? Absolutely. But YN held her ground with that signature smug, steel spined composure she’s already becoming known for.

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username000 : the way susie smiled at her though… baby the tension is not just between her and toto 👀

username00 : i was a doubter at first but if she delivers on track the way she just delivered on that carpet… i’m ready to repent.

username0 : she is so hot. i am fucking GAYYYYY

username1 : smh ferrari only hired her because she is hot.

username5 : someone said she looked like the villain who wins in the end and now I can’t unsee it

username7 : watching the YN haters slowly become obsessed with her is my favorite subplot tbh

username10 : FERRARI GOT THE SEXIEST TEAM ON EARTH NOW. like sorry. no one else is competing in looks or leadership.

username11 : leclerc in love. hamilton intrigued. wolff enraged. this is the perfect Italian opera.

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The cameras start flashing before your heels even hit the carpet. You step out of the car into the bright light, black mesh pooling at your ankles like liquid confidence. One side of you is anchored by Charles Leclerc — smiling like a maniac, offering his arm with the ease of someone who’d follow you anywhere. The other, Lewis Hamilton — sharp, composed, and unreadable, but close enough that your fingers occasionally graze. The crowd murmurs the second they see you. Not just because you’re Ferrari’s first female team principal — that story’s been printed and reposted a thousand times already — but because you’ve arrived like you own the entire grid. And maybe you do. Two of the fastest men in the world walk beside you like they’re yours. Like they chose you. And they did.

Charles leans in slightly as the press surges. “You’re making history, you know.”

“I’m making headlines,” you reply coolly. “History comes later.”

He laughs, and you don’t miss how his hand lingers at your lower back, grounding you as the cameras flash. Lewis remains quiet, but his gaze scans the crowd with intention — observant, protective, almost amused by the chaos in your wake. And then you see them. Toto and Susie.

He’s as composed as ever, arms crossed, his eyes following you like a storm cloud with a purpose. Susie stands beside him, impossibly elegant in a satin dress that shimmers like moonlight, her hand resting loosely on his arm. She’s not smiling. Not yet. You could walk past them. Pretend you didn’t see them. But that’s not who you are anymore. So you stop. Charles stills beside you. Lewis glances between the three of you but says nothing — though you feel the shift in his posture, protective and silent.

You take a step forward, heels sharp against the stone, and raise your chin.

“Toto,” you say calmly.

He doesn’t flinch. “YN.”

The way he says your name—like it’s both a challenge and a caution—only makes you straighten further.

“You’ve done well for yourself,” he says after a beat, voice clipped. “Though I must say, I didn’t expect you to come for Lewis.”

You smile. “You should’ve. I was taught to never waste potential.”

There’s a flicker in his eyes at that. Maybe pride. Maybe regret. You can’t tell.

“And now?” he asks. “What happens when it all falls apart?”

You lean in, just slightly, just enough that only he and Susie can hear you.

“If it does,” you murmur, “at least it’s mine to rebuild. But I wouldn’t count on it.” Then, softly, with a wicked glint—“Finders keepers, Toto.”

His jaw clenches. You know that look — he only ever makes it when he’s trying not to lose his temper in public. Beside him, Susie exhales a quiet breath, her voice cutting through the tension like silk.

“She always did have a gift for knowing where things truly belong,” she says, eyes still on you.

You meet her gaze, and something passes between you. Not quite forgiveness. Not quite approval. Something heavier. Older. Intimate.

“Good luck,” she says at last.

You smile at her—not smug, not victorious, just steady.

“I won’t need it. May the best team win, Mr. Wolff.”

Then you turn, Charles instinctively stepping closer, Lewis falling into stride beside you. The flashes resume, brighter than before. The cameras can’t get enough. They all saw it. They saw everything. And you don’t look back. Because you don’t need to.

—

The lights shift to crimson as the music swells, pulsing through the speakers like a heartbeat synced to your own. You’re standing center stage, flanked by two of the sport’s most iconic drivers — Charles on your left, Lewis on your right — as the red silk slips away and the new Ferrari is revealed beneath the lights. It’s a monster. Sleek, sculpted, angry in all the right places. A promise made of carbon fiber and blood. Your signature — small, subtle — is engraved inside the cockpit, right beside the driver’s seat. A mark that says—This is mine. I built this. I chose this.

The applause is deafening. Flashbulbs explode. And still, you feel them. Watching. You don’t even have to look to know where they’re sitting — front row, slightly left of center. Toto in a dark suit, arms crossed, jaw locked. Susie beside him, calm, unreadable. But their attention is unmistakable. Fixed. They haven’t taken their eyes off you.

Charles leans in slightly, offering you the mic. “Your moment,” he murmurs.

You take a breath. Smooth your palms over your blazer. And step forward.

“Thank you all for the warm welcome,” you begin, your voice steady and sharp, echoing through the speakers. “This car isn’t just a machine. It’s a statement. Of intent. Of belief. Of red rising again.”

The crowd erupts into applause, but you continue — heart pounding, every word calculated.

“When I joined this team, I wasn’t interested in tradition for tradition’s sake. I came here to win. Not just races, but trust. Respect. And with these two men beside me, we’ve already started.”

You glance to your left. Charles beams at you like you hung the moon. Then to your right — and Lewis is looking at you with something quieter, deeper. Like he sees all the invisible wars you’ve had to win to stand on this stage.

“I believe in this team,” you finish. “And I believe we’re going to remind the world why Ferrari doesn’t follow stories. We write them.”

The audience roars. Charles is the first to speak. “When YN joined Ferrari, I’ll admit — I didn’t know what to expect. But now I do. She’s not here to participate. She’s here to lead. And I’ve never felt more ready to fight for this team.”

Then Lewis, mic low in his hand. He’s always more restrained, but when he speaks, the room listens.

“I came to Ferrari for a lot of reasons. But staying? That’s all because of her.” He nods toward you. “She doesn’t just make people believe. She makes us better.”

You hear it again — the roar of the press, the popping of cameras — but under it all, there’s a silence you feel inside your chest. And in that silence, you feel them. Toto’s stare is piercing, unreadable. Rage? Regret? You can’t tell. But it’s Susie who locks eyes with you. And there’s something else there entirely. Longing. Maybe even pride. Something that twists just below your ribcage and settles deep.

You don’t smile. You don’t flinch. You simply stand tall, two legends at your sides, your car behind you, and your name now etched into the Ferrari legacy. Let them watch. Let them feel what you already know. This is just the beginning.

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3rd pov

The event had long since ended, but the tension lingered like static in the back of Toto’s jaw. The suite was dim, the windows overlooking London now dark and still. The sound of the crowd had faded, replaced by silence and the occasional clink of glass as Toto poured himself a drink with a hand far tenser than he’d admit. He stood there, unmoving, scotch untouched, staring at the empty crystal like it might offer answers. Behind him, Susie sank into the velvet armchair, heels kicked off, her posture relaxed in the way only someone deeply unsettled could fake. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

“It wasn’t just the car,” Toto said finally. Voice low, quiet. “It was her.”

Susie didn’t respond at first. She just watched him, brow drawn slightly, mouth pulled in that unreadable line she wore whenever she didn’t want to give herself away too quickly.

He turned to face her. “You saw it too.”

She nodded slowly. “Of course I did.”

Toto exhaled, sharp and short. “She looked right through me. Like I was… just another executive in a suit.”

“You were,” Susie said, not unkindly.

There was no bite in her voice. Only truth. Toto’s jaw flexed. “She stole Lewis.”

“She didn’t steal him,” Susie said softly. “She earned him.”

He stared at her, waiting for her to take it back. She didn’t.

“She’s smart,” she continued. “Controlled. Fearless. I haven’t seen that kind of presence in a paddock in years.” A pause. “Not since you.”

He turned away again, as if her words physically struck him.

“I thought you hated her.”

“I never said that.”

“But you should,” he snapped. “After what she did. What she’s doing.”

Susie looked down at her hands, twisting the edge of her bracelet, eyes distant.

“That’s just it,” she murmured. “I can’t.”

He stilled. Slowly turned.

Susie’s voice was quiet, but steady. “I should hate her. For the politics. For the power plays. For what it’s doing to you. But I don’t.”

She looked up then, eyes meeting his, and something in her face cracked open — just enough to let the truth out.

“I’m enamored with her,” she said. “And I can’t help it.”

Toto stared, frozen. There was no fury. No jealousy. Just the weight of knowing he wasn’t alone in what he felt — and that terrified him more than anything.

“She walked onto that stage like she belonged to the sport before it even knew her name,” Susie continued. “And now she’s the one everyone’s watching. Even us.”

Toto looked away, jaw tight, heart somewhere between admiration and ache.

“She’s dangerous,” he said.

“Yes,” Susie agreed, leaning back in her chair, eyes still on the window where the echoes of red silk and spotlight still lived in her memory. “But I’ve never wanted to be closer to danger.”

And neither of them said the rest — That it wasn’t just about racing anymore. Not even close.

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2nd pov

You weren’t expecting her. The knock at your hotel door is sharp, deliberate — not press or staff. You’re still in your post gala clothes—dress unzipped, heels abandoned somewhere by the minibar, red lipstick half faded. You think about ignoring it. But something tells you not to. When you open the door, Susie’s already halfway through a breath. She’s in a long black coat over silver satin, hair pinned with effortless precision. Her eyes sweep over you, just once, and then she steps inside without waiting for permission. She always had that presence — like permission was implied, or unnecessary.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again tonight,” you say, voice quiet.

She turns, calm and unreadable. “I didn’t think I’d come.”

You shut the door behind her and lean against it, arms folded loosely across your chest. “So what changed?”

She looks at you for a long time, and for a second you think she might say something easy. Professional. Strategic. But then she exhales through her nose and walks past you, slowly, deliberately — toward the wide window overlooking the street lights.

“You didn’t just convince Lewis to leave,” she says, not turning around. “You understood him. That’s what I came to ask you.”

You blink. “You came to ask me how I won him over?”

Susie nods, still facing the city. “Because he doesn’t move for politics. He moves for people. And somehow, you made him believe in you.”

You step away from the door, your voice quieter now. “I didn’t win him over. I listened. I didn’t ask him to change. I gave him a space to be who he already was.”

Finally, she turns to face you. And when she does, it’s slower. Heavier. There’s something in her expression that you can’t place — not anger, not admiration. It’s too soft to be jealousy, too raw to be curiosity.

“I used to think I knew him better than anyone,” she murmurs. “But then I watched the way he looked at you tonight.”

You shift. “Susie…”

“And the way you looked at him,” she adds, but her voice falters slightly — just for a breath. “It wasn’t about victory. It wasn’t about revenge.”

“No,” you say. “It wasn’t.”

She steps closer. Just one, then another. The lights behind her outline her figure in soft amber and shadow. You don’t move.

“And now I can’t stop thinking about you,” she says, and the words land like a stone in the center of the room.

Your breath catches.

“After everything,” she whispers, eyes locked on yours, “after all the tension, all the rumors, all the silence between us… I still watch you like I’m trying to figure out what you’re really made of.”

You swallow hard, the air suddenly thick.

“And what have you decided?” you manage.

Her lips twitch into something that’s not quite a smile. “That I can’t decide. That I don’t want to. That maybe I just want to feel it instead.”

She’s closer now — so close you can smell her perfume, something expensive and subtle and maddeningly familiar. The space between you isn’t wide enough to breathe properly, not with her eyes on your mouth the way they are.

“Susie,” you say again, softer this time, and it sounds more like a warning than a plea.

She reaches up — slowly, like testing gravity — and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers linger there, just a second too long.

“I don’t know if I hate you,” she says quietly. “Or if I want you.”

Your throat tightens. “I think maybe it’s both.”

And in the silence that follows, the only sound is the dull roar of your pulse in your ears and the faint hum of the city below. She doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. She doesn’t have to. The want is already humming between you — unspoken, unanswered, inevitable. You don’t move. You just let her look at you like she already knows how this ends. And for the first time since the season began, you don’t feel like the one in control.

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several weeks into the season…

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f1gossipgirls : We interrupt your regularly scheduled chaos to celebrate the era we’re living in… Ferrari’s absolute domination — and more specifically, Team Principal YN LN’s reign of excellence and couture. Eight races in. Eight podiums. Ferrari leads the Constructors. Lewis Hamilton leads the WDC. And through it all? YN has served strategy, silence, and looks that could end empires. Swipe for some of her most iconic paddock outfits of the season so far — from the red silk in Bahrain to the chunky black boots in Australia (yes, the ones made her taller than both Charles and Lewis). This woman is running the most powerful team on the grid and turning pit lane into a runway every Sunday.

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username000 : mother is not just mothering. she is mother. matriarch. monarch. menace.

username00 : can’t believe she’s the same woman who stared and chased down toto in miami in six inch heels and a backless dress. a god.

username0 : i’ve never seen lewis this relaxed since 2015. she’s giving him peace and pace. we support.

username1 : i fear ferrari is winning on vibes, vision, and violently hot leadership

username5 : when she wore the red suit in bahrain i started apologizing for things i haven’t even done

georgerussell63 : i need her to drop the skin care routine and her strategy notes

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Race morning. The hotel room is quiet, golden sunlight slanting through the open balcony doors, casting long, warm streaks across the hardwood floor. You’re halfway through fastening your watch, hair still damp from the shower, crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar — relaxed, but humming with the low voltage that always sparks beneath your skin before lights out. Your red blazer hangs from the back of a chair like a flag. You haven’t put it on yet. It feels like a ritual now — wait until the last possible second. Let it mean something. You’re calm. Or at least, you’ve gotten very good at pretending you are.

Eight races. Eight podiums. Lewis leading the championship. Ferrari standing tall, loud, and undeniable at the top of the standings. You should be satisfied. Elated, even. But there’s something else tangled beneath the pride. A tension that hasn’t eased since your ascent began. Since that first event. Since they started looking at you like something more than just competition.

You think about Susie more often than you should — the quiet conversations, the moments where her fingers lingered a second too long, her gaze always knowing, always searching. There’s something unsaid between you, coiled and waiting. And then there’s Toto. You’ve known ambition before. But you’ve never known it with charm wrapped around it like silk. He’s relentless in a way that’s almost beautiful — steady and sharp, every glance a challenge, every word carefully placed to get under your skin.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t work sometimes. You’re still half-buttoning your shirt when there’s a knock at your door. Three firm taps. You pause. No one’s supposed to be here. When you open it, it’s him. Of course it is. Toto Wolff stands in the hallway like he owns it, dark sunglasses perched in his hand, dressed in Mercedes black but smiling like he’s the devil dressed for church.

“Well,” he says lightly, eyes scanning you — shirt undone, sleeves rolled. “Am I early? Or did Ferrari move to a more casual dress code?”

You arch a brow. “This what you do now? Show up at rival hotel rooms to psych out team principals?”

“Psych out?” he echoes, stepping inside without waiting. “Don’t flatter yourself, Liebling. I’m simply visiting an old… colleague.”

You snort. “Colleagues don’t usually flirt like that.”

He tilts his head. “Neither do enemies.”

The air shifts. He stands a little too close. You don’t step back.

“I saw the numbers,” he murmurs. “Another front row. Charles second. Lewis on pole.”

You shrug, slow. “What can I say? We’re good at our jobs.”

“Dangerously good,” he replies. “Almost boring, if it weren’t so… dramatic.”

Your eyes narrow. “Is that what this is, then? You losing so you’re trying to play games before the lights go out?”

Toto smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I just wanted to see if the ice queen cracks before the race or after it.”

You match his stare, steady. “She never cracks. You taught her that.”

The words hang between you like smoke. And for a moment, neither of you moves. His eyes flicker to your mouth, just once. You almost let him. But instead, you straighten. Button the last few buttons. Slip the blazer from the chair and slide it on with slow, deliberate precision.

“Nice try,” you say softly, smoothing the lapel. “But I don’t get shaken. I win.”

You turn toward the door. “I’ll see you on the pit wall, Torger.”

And when you glance back, he’s still standing there — watching you the way one studies fire…with awe, with fear, and with the terrible, aching desire to touch it anyway.

—

You’ve stopped trying to describe the feeling. The podium lights. The anthem playing. The scarlet sea of Ferrari mechanics swarming the pit wall. The smell of champagne in your hair and the taste of victory still sharp in your mouth. Another 1-2.

Lewis P1. Charles P2. And you? Standing just below the podium, hands still trembling slightly from the final twenty laps, sunglasses smudged, blazer soaked in champagne and sweat and euphoria. Charles finds you first — he always does — leaping down from the podium and wrapping you in a hug so tight your feet lift off the ground. He’s grinning so hard it makes your chest ache.

“You did that,” he says into your ear. “You made this team do that.”

You laugh breathlessly. “I just gave you the car.”

He shakes his head, stepping back just as Lewis swoops in, equally breathless but more composed. His hands settle on your shoulders, grounding, proud.

“That’s not what I saw out there,” Lewis says, voice low. “What I saw was strategy perfection. Cold blooded timing. And a principal who’s rewriting this sport in red ink.”

You blink once, caught off guard. “You’re being unusually sentimental.”

“I just won a race,” he says, smirking. “Let me have this moment.”

You smile — and for a second, the chaos fades. The screaming fans, the shuttering cameras, the thrum of the grid behind you. You are, in this brief pause, happy. And then, slowly, the celebration begins to shift. Mechanics retreat. Media floods the garage. The adrenaline thins. Drivers disappear for debriefs and obligations. You’re walking down the hallway alone, red heels echoing against the concrete, when you hear your name.

“YN.”

You freeze. That voice is unmistakable — smooth, poised, accented like an invitation and a warning all at once. You turn.

Susie stands there in soft white linen, tan, hair swept up, calm even in the fluorescent light of the paddock tunnels. Her badge is still clipped to her belt, though she doesn’t look like part of the circus. She never does.

“Congratulations,” she says simply.

You nod, unsure how close to stand. Unsure what this is. “Thank you.”

She steps forward. Not close enough to touch, but closer than she should. You can smell her perfume — something light and expensive and maddening.

“I’ve been meaning to say something,” she says. “But you’ve been busy. Winning.”

You tilt your head. “Is that what this is? A truce?”

She doesn’t smile. Not exactly. “It’s an invitation.”

You blink.

“When we’re all back in Monaco… come to dinner,” Susie says. “Our place. Just us.”

Your heart thuds once, heavy and sudden. “Why?”

She exhales slowly, eyes flicking to your mouth and back again. “Because I think it’s time you and I talk somewhere that isn’t full of engines and politics.”

“And Toto?”

“He’ll be there,” she says. Then, softly. “But it’s you I’m inviting.”

The silence between you stretches — taut, humming. You swallow. “I’ll think about it.”

“I hope you do,” Susie murmurs, then leans in slightly, her voice lower now, warm as silk. “You look good in red, by the way. But I think you’d look even better if you were ours.”

And then she’s gone, walking down the hall like she didn’t just set your pulse on fire. You don’t move. You just stare at the empty space she left behind, wondering what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into — and why every part of you wants to say yes.

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The Wolff home is as elegant as you’d expect — minimal in design, warm in lighting, perched above the harbor with a view that would silence anyone less comfortable with luxury. But you are. You’re not nervous. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. You’re dressed carefully — not too polished, not too casual. A thin black dress, red lips, your hair pinned back but soft. You don’t want to give anything away. Not yet. Susie greets you at the door.

She’s in cream silk, barefoot, a glass of wine in one hand. The kind of effortless grace that makes people underestimate how sharp she is. Her smile is warm, but there’s tension beneath it. It lives in her shoulders. In the pause between her words.

“Right on time,” she says. “We weren’t sure you’d show.”

“I wasn’t too sure myself,” you reply honestly.

She steps back to let you in. Toto is already at the table, rolling up his sleeves, uncorking a bottle of wine with far too much precision. The muscles in his forearms flex. You shouldn’t notice, but you do.

“YN,” he says with that slight smirk, like he knows exactly how much space he takes up and exactly what he does to people.

“Torger.”

He pours you a glass, his fingers brushing yours as he hands it to you. Just a second too long. Just enough to make your breath catch — but only slightly. You all sit. The food is simple — pasta, fresh bread, roasted vegetables. Monaco casual. The kind of meal made by people who don’t need to prove they’re rich. But the conversation is… careful. At first, it’s just surface level. Racing. Constructors’ standings. Quiet jabs and dry smiles. A dance you’ve all done before.

“You’ve built something ruthless at Ferrari,” Toto says over his glass. “I can admit that now.”

You arch a brow. “Only now?”

His lips twitch. “You’re very hard to ignore.”

Susie laughs softly. “That might be the understatement of the year.”

The table falls into a short silence. The kind that prickles with everything not being said. Eventually, Susie rises to clear a few plates, and you follow her into the kitchen. The room glows warm, a soft golden spill from pendant lights.

You place your glass down. “I can leave, if this was a mistake.”

She turns, slowly.

“No,” she says. “I didn’t invite you here by accident.”

You swallow. “Then why?”

Her eyes meet yours. Steady. Unflinching. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night.”

You feel it before you can react — the breath caught, the chill under your skin.

“And I’m tired of pretending it’s only tension,” she says, softer now. “It’s not just rivalry. It’s not just power. It’s you.”

Behind you, Toto’s voice cuts gently through the moment.

“She’s not wrong.”

You turn. He’s leaned against the doorframe, wine glass in hand, watching the two of you like he’s studied the angles a thousand times.

“You walked into the paddock like it belonged to you,” he says, eyes on yours. “And then you took it. Quietly. Without begging for respect. Without softening to make people more comfortable.”

You’re frozen in place. Your pulse is loud in your ears. Susie’s hand brushes against yours. A whisper of contact, but it feels like lightning.

“We didn’t plan this,” she says. “And we don’t want to scare you off.”

“But we’re drawn to you,” Toto finishes.

You blink. “Both of you.”

“Yes,” they say — at the same time. And somehow, that’s what makes your knees almost buckle.

You look between them — the ruthless man who once mentored you like a weapon, and the brilliant woman who’s been in your peripheral vision like a shadow and a mirror all season long. And here they are. Laid bare. Not asking for a decision. Just telling you the truth.

You whisper, “Why now?”

Toto tilts his head. “Because we finally admitted it to ourselves.”

Susie steps closer. “And because you’re winning. And we want to be near you… not just on track.”

There’s no kiss. No touch beyond that single brush of fingers. But the energy in the room is breathless.

“I need time,” you manage.

“We know,” Susie says gently.

Toto adds, “We’re not asking for anything tonight.”

He pauses, eyes glinting in the soft light.

“Except maybe one thing.”

You raise a brow. “What?”

He smiles. “Don’t make us regret inviting you.”

You smile back — slowly, deliberately. “You won’t.”

And deep down, you already know it’s too late to walk away. Not really. Because you’re not just sitting at their table. You’re already part of the fire.

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You don’t hear from them the next day. Or the day after. But the silence doesn’t last. On the third morning, a delivery man shows up at your penthouse just past nine. You’re still in silk shorts and a robe, coffee in hand, hair pulled into something half presentable when the concierge buzzes in.

The first box is small. Velvet. Inside is a vintage Cartier lighter you’ve mentioned in exactly one interview three years ago. Attached is a note in unmistakably elegant handwriting—

For when you light the world on fire — just thought you should have something beautiful to do it with. —S

You stare at the card for a long time before setting it gently on your counter. By noon, another package arrives.

This one is heavier — a bottle of red wine from a vineyard you only ever drink from after wins. The tag is embossed with a single word—

Deserved. —T

You smile — helplessly. By sunset, the penthouse is beginning to look like the aftermath of a very luxurious heist— fresh flowers on the marble island, a dozen handwritten notes, and a cashmere scarf in Mercedes black. By the fourth gift, you’re done pretending you’re not utterly charmed. You text them. One message. Simple. Deliberate.

Tonight. 9. Come over.

The doorbell rings at 8:57. You open it without hesitation. Toto is in a black linen shirt, sleeves rolled, watch glinting at his wrist. Susie is behind him in cream silk again — always silk — her hair down, her eyes trained on you like she already knows what happens next. They don’t speak right away. You step aside, letting them in. The penthouse smells like fig and bergamot candles. You’ve made sure of it. A bottle of champagne sits uncorked on the counter, glasses already poured. No one mentions the gifts. No one needs to. Toto takes in the view, the subtle lighting, the thin black dress you’re wearing like it’s a threat.

“You meant it then,” he murmurs. “The invitation.”

“I am not one to do anything half-assed.,” you say, voice low.

Susie smiles faintly. “We’ve noticed.”

You hand them each a glass.They clink. They drink. And then the silence returns — not heavy, not awkward. Charged. Like the air before a thunderstorm.

You speak first. “I haven’t stopped thinking about the dinner.”

Susie tilts her head. “Neither have we.”

Toto sets his glass down. “You’ve been in my head for months.”

“I’m not interested in a game,” you say softly.

“Neither are we,” Susie answers, stepping closer.

She reaches out — slow, deliberate — and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers grazing your skin. It’s so gentle it makes you dizzy.

“I want this,” she murmurs. “You.”

Toto moves behind you, his voice warm against your spine. “We both do. Entirely.”

You exhale, and it sounds like surrender. You turn, facing them both. No more politics. No more tension pretending to be rivalry. Just want. And when you lean in to kiss Susie — soft, sure, tasting of champagne and longing — Toto’s hand slips to your hip like he belongs there. It’s quiet. Intimate. The kind of kiss that says finally. When you pull back, Susie’s lips are slightly parted, her eyes searching yours.

“I thought this would scare me,” you whisper.

“It still might,” Toto says.

“But not enough to stop,” Susie finishes.

You look at them — the two people you were never supposed to fall into orbit with. And yet here you are. The most dangerous thing in racing… is no longer the cars. It’s this. And you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

—

The first thing you register is warmth. Not just the soft sheets tangled around your legs or the filtered Monaco sunlight spilling through the windows — but bodies. Breath. The quiet rhythm of two people asleep beside you. You blink your eyes open slowly. Toto is to your left, arm still wrapped loosely around your waist, his bare chest rising and falling beneath the rumpled edge of the duvet. He’s impossibly serene like this — the usually guarded steel in his expression replaced by something soft, almost boyish.

On your right, Susie sleeps facing you. One hand curled beneath her cheek, the other resting where your arm meets your shoulder. Her hair has fallen loose. There’s the faintest smudge of red at the corner of her mouth, a reminder of last night. You breathe in, long and slow.

You haven’t known quiet like this in weeks — months, maybe. Not since the season began. Not since the wins started piling up. Not since the world started watching you like a hawk, waiting for the cracks to show. But here, in this bed, there are no cracks. Just closeness. A calm you didn’t know you’d been starving for.

You shift carefully, trying not to wake them — but Susie’s eyes flutter open the moment your fingers move beneath the sheets. She blinks once. Then again. And then she smiles. It’s small, real, private.

“Good morning,” she whispers, voice like velvet.

“Morning,” you murmur.

Her fingers trace your arm absentmindedly, slow and affectionate. “You didn’t leave.”

You smile faintly. “Was tempted to. Just to be dramatic…but then I realized this is my house. ”

Toto stirs beside you, groaning softly, dragging a hand through his hair before cracking one eye open.

“If you left,” he says, voice still thick with sleep, “you’d be back by lunch. We both know that.”

You chuckle. “Arrogant.”

“Experienced,” he corrects, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

You let your head fall back onto the pillow. It’s dangerous, how natural this feels. You should be thinking about the team. The media. The optics. About what it means for you — for Ferrari. For everything you’ve built. But all you can think about is how good it feels to let yourself be here. With them. No audience. No paddock. No performance. Just this.

Susie props herself up on one elbow. “How are you feeling?”

You glance between them, then answer honestly.

“Like I don’t want to leave this room for a very long time.”

Toto laughs quietly, low in his throat. “Then don’t.”

And you don’t. Not for a while. Because for once, you’re not chasing something. You’ve already arrived.

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He wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You’d planned on easing Charles into the reality of your new… entanglement. Maybe over a glass of wine. Or during a quiet post-race dinner. Something calm. Controlled. Definitely not in your kitchen at 9:14 in the morning.

And definitely not while Susie Wolff has you backed up against the marble island, her lips pressed to yours, one hand tangled in your hair, the other splayed against your waist like she owns you. You’re too far gone to notice the door opening at first. Too distracted by the heat of her mouth, the hum beneath your skin, the way you’re smiling into the kiss like someone with no regard for consequences.

“Mon dieu.”

You both freeze. There’s a beat of silence. Then—

“NO. Nope. Nope nope nope. WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”

You wrench away from Susie, both of you snapping toward the doorway.

Charles stands there, coffee in one hand, wearing an oversized hoodie and horror in his eyes. He looks like he just walked in on his parents doing something irreversible.

“I—this is—I CANNOT UNSEE THIS,” he shouts, physically turning around and pressing a hand to his temple like he’s trying to reboot his brain.

You clear your throat, trying and failing to sound composed. “Charles—”

“No. Don’t speak. Don’t say words. I’m already unwell.”

Susie, ever composed, takes a small step back, wiping the corner of her lipstick-smudged mouth with the pad of her thumb. “Good morning, Charles.”

“Don’t say good morning to me like we’re in a normal family household,” he cries. “You’re literally making out with my boss in her kitchen.”

“My penthouse,” you correct, deadpan.

“IT DOES NOT MATTER,” he wails, pacing toward the living room, hands in his hair. “I was coming over for pancakes and therapy and instead I get psychological warfare.”

You follow him slowly, while Susie suppresses a smile behind you.

“Charles, I was going to tell you—”

“When? After I walked you down the aisle? During a strategy meeting? In the middle of the Monza debrief?!” he gasps, eyes wide and fully wounded. “What next? Are you secretly with to Toto too?”

There’s a beat. Your silence says more than anything else could. Charles stares at you. Then at Susie. Then lets out a strangled sound so pitiful you almost feel bad for him.

“I need to lie down.”

He collapses dramatically onto the couch, flopping like a fainting Victorian woman, muttering into a cushion. “I can’t do this. This is above my pay grade. I am a race car driver. I don’t know how to process this level of emotional betrayal.”

You sit beside him, gently patting his back. Susie leans against the doorway, arms folded, watching with far too much amusement.

“I still love you,” you tell him softly.

“I DON’T BELIEVE IN LOVE ANYMORE,” he snaps into the pillow.

You laugh. You can’t help it. Susie walks over and places a glass of orange juice on the coffee table in front of him like he’s a patient recovering from a great trauma. Charles peeks out from behind the pillow.

“I swear to God,” he mutters. “If I ever walk in on Toto, I’m moving to Redbull.”

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lewisvinga · 1 year ago

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formula one ( poly ) masterlist

main masterlist

driver x reader x wag,

charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

both of them !

not the same !

fashion help !

alex albon x reader x lily muni he

ultimate wag !

my favorite girls !

my shot !

l.o.v.e !

business proposal !

don’t judge a book by its cover !

george russell x reader x carmen mundt

who is she ?

my wags !

pierre gasly x reader x francisca gomes

masterplan !

oscar piastri x reader x lily zneimer

jealousy !

toto wolff x reader x susie wolff

Dios mío !

daniel ricciardo x reader x heidi berger

a misunderstanding !

driver x reader x driver,

charles leclerc x reader x pierre gasly

me n my dumbasses !

max verstappen x reader x daniel ricciardo

fuck it !

poly recs<3

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halfwayhearted · 5 months ago

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can I request Paige bueckers x reader dating headcanons?? Xxx

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers Headcanons! ^_^

“and i’m alright, don’t you see?” / “you can see it in my eyes.”

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… literally can’t leave your shared apartment without a kiss. It doesn’t matter if you’re sound asleep; to both your dismay, she’s waking you up to do exactly that.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… loves to match your energy. Are you excited over something she has no knowledge about? She lets her expression morph into one similar to yours, moving by your side in an instant, watching how you explain it.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… looks for you at every game, throwing you a wink, a wave, or blowing you a kiss, to which you let out a laugh each time.

Her blue eyes meet yours with a wide grin.

“Good luck,” you’d mouth. “I love you!”

And she’d mouth the same, shooting you a wave.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… is ten times more affectionate when she’s drunk. Occasional nights out with her teammates weren’t unusual, nor was her dragging you along. And every time, you’d find her practically breathing down your neck, an arm slung over your shoulder while she conversed and giggled over anything and everything.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… despite being your girlfriend, she is the most competitive person you know. She’ll try one-upping you, and when she does, she’s spewing out random ‘insults,’ always letting out a slight laugh and placing a kiss on your temple to show she’s only joking with you.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… needs to see you wearing her jersey. It used to be an ongoing joke with her, but ever since she saw you stick to it, she’s always suggesting you wear it whenever.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… absolutely adores your family and has even won their hearts. You used to hate it because they’d always insist she come over for the simplest of things, but as time passed and your relationship blossomed, you began to cherish the bond, making you dream about your future together. It brings a certain feeling to you.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… needs your comfort after a bad game. You’ll pull her down to lay with you, and instead of holing herself up in your room, she’ll gladly plop down beside you, eyes fluttering shut as you undo the two braids in her hair.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… enjoys taking pictures with you. She’ll find a place for them anywhere. Whether it’s a Polaroid that finds its place in the back of her phone or a framed photo, not that you didn’t do the same, because you did. Your shared apartment is littered with photos of you two.

Girlfriend Paige Bueckers who… loves you so much and won’t even think about showing you otherwise.

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bookof-xreaders · 19 days ago

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Anon Asked:

Kris with a best friend in Chapter 1? Like, after Kris gets back, their best friend walks up to them like “dude where the hell were you???” And Kris is internally debating on whether or not to tell them there is an entire kingdom inside of storage closet

This is a funny concept, so I'm gonna write a headcanon list for this. If you wanted a fic, please specify!

I also apologize for how long this request took! So sorry!

Kris Dreemurr & Reader: "Where were you??"

It had been hours since Kris had disappeared from the classroom with Susie, with the two of them being grouped up for the projects. With her reputation, you had grown increasingly concerned for your friend.

You finally found them after school, wandering around town with her. It was a relief to see them okay, but you wanted to make sure.

Dragging them away from Susie, you started to interrogate them. Where were they? Why were they gone so long? Why were they hanging out with Susie?

Their first response was in defense of Susie, explaining that they were friends. You were a bit confused at first, but accepted it once they asked you to join the two of them.

The other questions were a bit harder to answer... And then they got the idea to just show you why.

After walking around for a bit, they decide to head back to school to... walk into the storage closet? Susie seemed excited about the idea, but why? Is this another prank?

Turns out, it wasn't a prank. It was much weirder.

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maxillness · 11 months ago

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⎯⎯ ୨ Character Masterlist ୧ ⎯⎯

ˏˋ Toto Wolff ˊˎ

ˏˋ Susie Wolff/Stoddart ˊˎ

ˏˋ Christian Horner ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lorenzo Leclerc ˊˎ

ˏˋ Logan Sargeant ˊˎ

ˏˋ Mark Webber ˊˎ

ˏˋ Daniel Ricciardo ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lando Norris ˊˎ

ˏˋ Sebastian Vettel ˊˎ

ˏˋ Nico Rosberg ˊˎ

ˏˋ Kimi Räikkönen ˊˎ

ˏˋ Michael Schumacher ˊˎ

ˏˋ Pierre Gasly ˊˎ

ˏˋ Sergio Perez ˊˎ

ˏˋ Fernando Alonso ˊˎ

ˏˋ Charles Leclerc ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lance Stroll ˊˎ

ˏˋ Kevin Magnussen ˊˎ

ˏˋ James Hunt ˊˎ

ˏˋ Jenson Button ˊˎ

ˏˋ Nico Hülkenbergˊˎ

ˏˋ Max Verstappen ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lewis Hamilton ˊˎ

ˏˋ Mick Schumacher ˊˎ

ˏˋ Carlos Sainz ˊˎ

ˏˋ Oscar Piastri ˊˎ

ˏˋ Senna (2024) ˊˎ

↳˗ˏˋKintoberˊˎ˗ ↴

ˏˋ 2024 ˊˎ

↳˗ˏˋDiscord Linkˊˎ˗ ↴

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rue-isabelle · 7 months ago

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rueee, i have a funny idea about the aphrodite series(?) tho it'll be a little bit different from how it goes so far... so... maybe let it be an au of it? like they(drivers) be like all into her but she's actually w toto n susie if you're into that 😂 lovelovelove the series and been reading it on repeat aaaa

No Part 2! This is not the ending, just a side idea

Aphrodite of Formula 1 (side story)

Susie and Toto had been quietly enjoying the chaos Yn caused among the grid and their partners. Their shared secret—that Yn wasn’t just Toto’s assistant but the third, cherished member of their relationship—made every stolen glance, every awkward encounter, and every dramatic meltdown far more entertaining.

For months, the paddock had turned into a soap opera, and Susie and Toto had front-row seats.

---

The day Alexandra had her infamous meltdown, Susie and Toto couldn’t contain their amusement. Watching the footage on their phones, Susie laughed so hard she nearly spilled her coffee.

“She’s throwing a tantrum like a spoiled brat,” Susie chuckled, showing the clip to Yn, who smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Toto, always direct, smirked. “Ungrateful brat,” he corrected, his tone dripping with amusement. Later, when a journalist asked about the incident on live TV, Toto didn’t hold back.

“Well,” he said with a sly smile, “some people don’t know how to handle being second choice. Or third.”

The comment went viral within minutes.

---

Toto and Susie loved adding fuel to the fire.

One afternoon in the paddock, Kelly and Alexandra were lingering nearby, clearly irritated by the drivers’ infatuation with Yn. Susie nudged Toto and said loudly, “Isn’t it funny how Max and Charles always seem to be wherever Yn is? Almost like they forget they’re supposed to have girlfriends.”

Toto smirked. “You’d think they’d be more subtle.”

Both women bristled, glaring daggers at Yn, who was blissfully unaware of the jab.

---

It was Susie who came up with the idea to get Pierre and Kika to buy Yn something extravagant.

“Tell them you’re looking for new lingerie,” Susie whispered to Yn during a quiet moment in the motorhome.

“What? Why?” Yn asked, confused.

“Just trust me,” Susie said with a wink.

Later that day, Yn casually mentioned to Pierre and Kika that she was thinking about updating her wardrobe. The next morning, a luxurious box of designer lingerie appeared in Yn’s hotel room, along with a handwritten note: Only the best for you.

Susie burst out laughing when she saw the gift. “I can’t believe they actually did it,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes.

---

Whenever George and Carmen were nearby, Toto made a point of complimenting Yn loudly.

“You look stunning today,” he’d say, his eyes lingering on Yn in a way that made George’s jaw tighten.

Carmen would smile politely, oblivious, but George’s thinly veiled frustration was obvious to anyone paying attention.

---

It was during a quiet conversation between Susie and Rebecca that things got out of hand. They were discussing Yn’s flexibility, something Susie praised enthusiastically.

“She’s so graceful,” Susie said with a knowing smile. “Her yoga practice really shows.”

Rebecca agreed. “It’s impressive, really. She can bend like—”

Carlos, who had been within earshot, suddenly choked on his drink, his face turning beet red.

“Carlos, are you okay?” Susie asked innocently.

He muttered something incoherent, quickly crossing his legs. But when Susie and Rebecca started laughing, he stood up abruptly and left, muttering an excuse.

“Too easy,” Susie whispered to Rebecca, who was now in on the joke.

---

Eventually, though, Toto and Susie’s amusement began to wear thin. The drivers were monopolizing Yn’s time, and both felt the sting of jealousy creeping in. So, they decided to make a statement.

At the next Grand Prix, the three of them arrived together, and the paddock was stunned.

Susie held Yn’s hand tightly, her fingers laced with hers, while Toto’s large hand rested possessively on Yn’s lower back. The trio moved through the crowd like royalty, heads turning as whispers spread like wildfire.

When they reached the Mercedes garage, Susie turned to Yn with a mischievous smile and leaned in, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her lips. The kiss left no room for misinterpretation—it was passionate, intimate, and utterly unapologetic.

By the time Susie pulled away, Yn’s cheeks were flushed, and Toto was smirking. “Don’t be late,” Susie teased, winking at Yn before walking away, her confidence leaving everyone else in awe.

Toto, ever the gentleman, placed a hand on Yn’s waist and gently steered her into the garage. “Shall we?” he asked softly, his voice full of warmth.

The paddock was left stunned, the realization hitting them all at once: Yn wasn’t just Toto’s assistant. She was part of something far deeper, something none of them could touch.

#charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #max verstappen x reader #george russel x reader #pierre gasly x reader #fernando alonso x reader #toto wolff x reader #susie wolff x reader #toto wolff x susie wolff x reader

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kelsunnie · 10 days ago

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What Isn’t Said (Deltarune Kris X Reader)

hehehehhe it sounded funnier in my head ANW HAVE THIS QUEEN INTRO BC IM STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WRITE BATTLE SEQUENCES AND I FEEL BAD MAKING U GUYS WAIT OK BYEEEEEEEE

Chapter 2: Queen

You looked around your surroundings, mind confused and foggy. Where were you? Nothing in your sights was familiar, and you were too scared to walk ahead alone. You looked down at your feet, paying attention to your clothing. It certainly wasn’t the same clothing you wore just a few minutes ago, yet somehow it feels comfortable. You had a scarf draped in your favourite color, loosely hanging on your neck. Your usual tops and bottoms were tied with an intricate belt with a flower engraving that looked similar to the flowers you used on your flower crown a few years ago.

Enough of the fit check, you mused to yourself. Let’s get out of here, this place is creepy.

With little courage, you made your first few steps, echoing like a metal sounding that seems eerie yet familiar—each one bouncing off the distant walls of this neon, empty expanse. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to keep moving. The world felt too big. Too quiet. You hugged yourself instinctively, fingers brushing the scarf at your neck, grounding you in its soft, familiar fabric.

A glint of light stops you at your tracks, catching your eye in the unfamiliar dark. Your breath hitches as you cautiously step closer, drawn to the strange object lying abandoned on the ground.

It was a grappling hook–but not like any you’ve seen before. The metal shines unnaturally bright, almost humming with energy, and the rope attached to it glows faintly, threads of light weaving through it in the hue of your favorite color.

“Um… okay..?” You found it weird that there was a grappling hook just sitting there, as if someone had placed it for you on purpose. You glanced around, half-expecting someone, or something, to leap out and claim it, but the silence pressed in, heavy and unnerving. You kneel to pick it up, feeling an odd warmth in your palm, as though the weapon recognizes you.

“Well, you’re mine now,” You stared at the weapon in hand, swinging it around as if to test its weight and balance. The grappling hook felt surprisingly natural in your grip, the metal glinting faintly in the dim light.

You gave it an experimental flick, watching the hook extend and retract with a satisfying whir. A small, almost giddy grin tugged at your lips. Despite everything, there was something kind of cool about this.

“Okay, maybe this won’t be so bad,” you whispered to yourself, feeling a flicker of confidence. The hook coiled neatly back into its mechanism, as if eager for its first real use.

Grappling hook in hand, you press on, feeling slightly secure with the weapon’s weight resting comfortably in your hand. The eerie silence of this strange world hums in your ears, only broken by the soft clinks of your footsteps. Eventually, you came across a cliff’s edge with three yellow arrows pointing down as if telling you to go down.

You checked the height of the drop, feeling at ease when you saw that it was shallow. You slid your way down and followed the path ahead, meeting a what seemed to be an adorable, pink creature that had a familiar face. They appeared to be shaky, as if scared of something

“Um, hello?” You softly asked them, keeping a distance so as to not scare them even further.

“The wires… the wires…” The pink creature muttered.

“Wires?” You raised an eyebrow, looking for any sign of what they were afraid of. You tilted your head back and saw a couple of wires dangled from above, the power cord menacingly hanging like a serpent ready to strike.

Huge wires, you pondered. I don’t think they’re supposed to be that size.

You see another cliff with yellow arrows and before you went ahead and slid down, you bid goodbye to the pink creature, silently wishing for them to be okay.

You arrive at the bottom and discover more power cords hanging ominously. You carefully stepped forward, weaving between them, trying not to let your nerves get the better of you. Suddenly, one of the cords crackled, and a sharp burst of electricity swerved down. Unfortunately, you were too late to move away, hitting you in the process.

Ow. You hissed at the pain, running towards hopefully a safe spot where the surge wouldn’t hit you. Okay... lesson learned. Stay sharp. Watch the surge.

You waited for a moment, carefully watching any kind of pattern on the surge. Luckily, you noticed a recurring pattern and kept it in mind, watching out for a clear gap between the crackling bursts.

Heart pounding, you took a deep breath and bolted forward the moment the cords pulsed harmlessly. Each step felt heavier with tension as you sidestepped through the pattern you learned. Finally, you reached a safer patch of ground where the wires thinned out. You exhaled sharply, only now realizing how tightly you’d been clenching your fists.

“And this is why parkour isn’t for everybody,” you muttered under your breath.

“Wait…”

You stared at the grappling hook in hand, facepalming once you realized something, “I could’ve used this thing. Stupid.” You cursed at yourself, feeling the sting of embarrassment creep up your neck. You were more than glad no one saw you.

You were about to take a step ahead until you heard a thud from the direction where you last came. Your body tensed, heart skipping a beat. The sound echoed eerily in the empty space, making it hard to tell just how far, or close, it really was. You froze, straining your ears for any hint of movement. Was someone... or something following you? You shifted your gaze to the sound, looking past the dim shapes of the cords.

The sounds of what sounded like two footsteps inched closer to you, anxious about who or what it was that was going your way. You heard a familiar voice from the same direction, squinting at who it could be. You spot a familiar purple figure, their hands behind their back in a chill manner. Next to them was a blue-skinned figure with a face that you knew all too well.

“... Kris? Susie?” You yelled out in the distance, your voice echoing off the strange metal and neon structures around you.

You heard your name being called out by Susie. Relief washed over you as you saw Susie break into a run, hurrying towards you with Kris following at a brisk pace, but something about Kris made your stomach twist. Kris didn’t slow, didn’t offer a wave, didn’t say a word—just stared, their expression unreadable, like they were looking through you.

“You look funny from here,” Susie gives you a crooked grin, “Like you’d seen a ghost or something.”

“In my defense, I thought you guys were some kind of scary… thing,” you retorted, “At least I’m not trapped here alone anymore.”

Susie let out a short snort, folding her arms. “Heh. Big words for someone tiptoeing around like they’re scared of their own shadow,” her eyes flicker on the grappling hook in your hand, then back to you, “Cool weapon. Guess you’re not totally useless.”

Kris finally caught up, their empty, almost puppet-like stare making your skin crawl. You couldn’t help but shift a little, feeling uneasy.

“I’m useful in my own way,” you turned back to them and pointed at another cliff with yellow arrows, “And this useful fellow will now go ahead. You guys don’t mind if I do, right?

“It’s safer to be together,” You heard Kris speak up, their voice carrying a strange, hollow edge that made your skin prickle. It was as if the words were being forced out, with a voice that somehow sounded like it was through a speaker.

You stared at them, uneasy, but managed a small nod, “... yeah.. I guess you’re right,” you murmured, trying to shake off the chill that ran down your spine.

It’s just Kris, you tried to convince yourself. Nothing to be scared about. Why would you be scared of your best friend?

“… Alright, then,” you hitched, moving behind Susie, “lead the way, Kris.”

And they do so. Kris leads the group smoothly, heading to the cliff as you all slide down. You reach a similar area, except the ground is littered with cracks, which alarmed you.

“Somebody help me… Somebody, please…” A familiar voice echo, pausing the three of you from your tracks. In front of you was Noelle, sitting on the ground, her body shaking

“Noelle!” You sprint towards her, heart pounding with worry, “Are you okay?”

Noelle cried out your name, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, “I’m… I’m so glad you’re here.”

“We’re here now,” you hugged her, patting her back to comfort her. You felt the tension slowly ease from her shoulders as she clung to you, shaky breaths gradually steadying. “Kris and Susie are with me.”

“What…?” Noelle opened her eyes to her purple haired classmate. “Susie?!” She quickly wiped her tears, breaking from the hug and attempting to compose herself from her position, “It’s.. uh… cool that you’re here, just…”

“Wait,” She pushes you away, enough for you to stumble and fall, “Get out of here before it’s too late!”

“What…” You were interrupted when some kind of cage flew from behind Noelle, trapping her in it.

“NOELLE!” You and Susie cried out in unison, your voices echoing as the trap lifted, carrying Noelle helplessly above the ground. Panic surged through you as you reached out instinctively, but the cage was already rising, out of reach, leaving only the sound of rattling metal and Noelle’s startled gasp behind, until…

“Ohohohohoooo…!”

An obnoxious sound echoed through the area, breaking the moment you had with Noelle. You snapped your head toward the source, only to see a blue robot with sleek, feminine proportions sitting comfortably on a couch with fire blowing out of its bottom like a rocket. Metallic and glossy, she shone under the strange light of this odd world, her expression fixed in an unsettling, toothy grin that never seemed to waver. Her sharp, rectangular visor shined in rectangle patterns, like a LCD. She seems to be holding a triangular wine glass with a neon green liquid that resembles acid.

The robot swirled its drink confidently, a smug smile plastered on its metallic face, “Hell Of A Study Session.”

“Who the hell are you?!” You and Susie yelled out in confusion.

“I Am Known As Serial Number Q5U4EX7YY2E9N,” The robot introduced itself, “But You Foolish Children May Call Me…”

The female robot paused for a second, taking a sip of its juice, “Queen.” A green neon-like message popped up next to it, with the words ‘Queen’ written out.

You deadpanned, confused and baffled at the scenario in front of you, “... What the fuck?”

“Heh, like we’re gonna call YOU “Queen”, Susie retorted.

“Q5U… 3… 7… Uh…”

“Queen.”

Susie pointed at Queen in a mocking manner, “Well LOOK, Queen. We’re NOT children!”

… We kind of are, though. You shot a glance at Kris, wondering if they were thinking the same thing.

“Teens Are Merely Big Children,” Queen argued, showing the group a neon presentation of two figures that were labelled ‘stupid’ and ‘big stupid’, “And Adults Are Even Bigger Children.”

“... doesn’t that make you a child, too, then?” You pointed out.

“No I Am: A Computer (Smart),” Queen retorted, showing yet another neon presentation of two laptops that were labelled ‘smart’ and ‘smart’. This somehow offended you.

“Wait, how in the hell did you do that???”

“... computer?” Susie’s eyes widened in confusion and surprise.

“Well Thank You For The Stimuli But I Must Leave Now (Goodbye),” Queen quickly takes off, her figure and couch rising above and away from you.

“Wait! WAIT!” Susie yelled out, ”Why’d you capture Noelle?!”

Queen, as if being called upon, came back immediately, “I Would Have Captured You Too But I Ran Out Of Cages.”

“Why the capturing??”

Queen shows a neon presentation of Noelle, “So That She May Become My Willing Peon.” She then presented multiple globe pictures, all of which were stained red. Somehow you found this all too silly, “In My Quest For World Domination.”

“Also Maybe I Will Make Her Face Into A Robot One?”

“WHAT?! Why?!”

“Seems Cool.”

You remained silent, trying to process whether Queen was serious or just messing with you all. The ridiculousness of the presentation, combined with her flat delivery, made it hard to tell. You exchanged a glance with Susie, who looked just as bewildered as you felt, and with Kris, whose unsettling stillness wasn’t helping your nerves.

“Well, FORGET it, dude.” Susie argued, “Nobody’s turning anyone’s face into a robot!”

“Could That Be A Statement Of Animous Dissension.”

“Huh?” Susie blinked in confusion.

You sighed in exasperation, “She meant, like, are you disagreeing or something.”

“Oh. Well. Yes?”

“You Wanna Fight, Losers.”

“YES!! YES, ALREADY, YES!!!” Susie excitedly pulls out her axe and continuously hits the ground.

“Oh Then Bye.”

“WAIT! A GODDAMN! SECOND!”

“I Have no Time For Such Frivolities (And Would Kick Your Ass),” Queen sips her acid juice for the umpteenth time, you start to wonder if it's that addictive.

A smirk starts to form on her metal mouth, “But Perhaps Someone Else Could Entertain You.”

You groaned, “What now?”

Suddenly, two cords fall from above startling the group, but the cords didn’t fall or hit on either of you. Two pink creatures fell victim to the cords, but instead of them getting hurt, the power cords landed on their face, fitting perfectly on their eyes and mouth. They transform into a tall, colorful bunch with extending fingers, face covered with the cord and still connected to the wire.

“Enjoy: Your Assimilation.”

#deltarune #deltarune x reader #kris dreemurr #kris x reader #susie deltarune #noelle deltarune #queen deltarune #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader

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foundfamilyeric · 16 days ago

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Yo dude why can't you use your vessel? Any idea how you ended up with frisk?

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ka1su-1cute · 7 months ago

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Imagine that. He is the only person. You are the only person. When you are completely different among completely different monsters. It's an unpleasant feeling, isn't it? A feeling of loneliness and awkwardness. But what would it be like for you if you met someone like you? I think you would be relieved. Relief that you are not the only one...

Kris experienced the same thing...

When you accidentally looked at each other, Kris felt a strange feeling...It feels like he's forgotten something, something that he's missing and losing. After that, awareness comes to Kris. The realization that you are not the only person among monsters like him.. There is a need in him, a feeling to protect and preserve you.. EVEN IF AT THE COST OF HIS LIFE..

You treated him so well, tried to start a conversation, despite his quiet and taciturn nature, protected him from Susie when she pinned him against the wall. But your conversations were based only on 'hello', 'how are you' and 'bye'. You have no idea how much he wants to overcome his taciturnity!

This need continues to grow, but stronger and faster when you find yourself in a Dark World...

As well as jealousy with a feeling of contempt when you communicated with others in the Dark World. He was jealous of you and despised your communication with others, hiding everything behind his usual neutral, unflappable face...

But what will happen next?....

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lokideservesahug · 8 months ago

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What's Better Than One Woman In Motorsports?

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Pairing: Susie Wolff x F1 Academy!reader

Warnings: Teensy bit suggestive at one point, one comment that has implied homophobia/sexism but it's quickly sorted out.

Notes: Haven't written in aaaages and I haven't written wlw before but I hope this is alright. It's based on this request and I really hope I did it some justice.

Summary: Women in many fields are accused of romancing their bosses to climb the ranks yet no one seems to suspect you and your boss... Well because you're both women. Which gives you the perfect opportunity to sneak around of course!

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You grin, the adrenaline from winning the race still not having worn off. You feel yet another pat on the back from your team; you worked extremely hard for this race. Abbie certainly put up a fight but with an overake that many were calling a "stroke of genius", you managed to take the lead and pass the checkered flag first. You skip towards the post race interviews and beam at the interviewer.

As the interviewer starts talking You, you glance behind them only to meet Susie's eyes. You look doen at the intensity of her gaze, you can feel her pride without her having to mutter a word. The interviewer asks a few bog standard questions and you awnser them all with a wide grin, thanking your team in the mean time. You're shortly ushered onto the podium where you see Suzie again.

You stand tall and wait for the awards to be given bit may or may not space out as Maya and Abbi are given their trophies. However, the sight of a familiar pair of eyes easily forces you back into consciousness. Susie gives you a wide grin that quickly turns into a smirk as you lower your head slightly to allow her to place the medal around your neck. Her hands linger a moment longer and you feel both your cheeks and the spot where her hands once lay grow slightly warmer.

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One of the advantages of working in F1 Academy was that you were under far less of a watchful eye than any F1 driver. And despite the fact that you'd love nothing more than to drive in F1, you couldn't complain when you manage to get away with things like this.

The sight of your girlfriend (and practically boss if you want to get into the logistics of things) greets you. Susie's back is turned to you but the smell is enough to tell you exactly what she's doing this early in the morning. You weave your arms around her waist and lean into her warmth.

"Morning." You can hear the smile in her voice and you give a small hum back, still with your face tucked into the back of her old Williams shirt. Susie shuffles slightly and turns around, wrapping you in a hug. "How did you sleep." You look up into her eyes and smile, "Quite well thank you. What about you?" Susie smiles and gives a similar awnser before breaking the brief picture of domesticity and pulling away to serve up some food for you.

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After a lovely breakfast and a long talk about the F1 season (the two of you have a no work talk rule but considering that neither of you work in F1, you can chatter all you want about about the 'crown of motorsports'), you both head into your bedroom to get changed.

"I saw this really nice beach nearby and wondered if you wanted to try it out?" You see Susie's look of contemplation at your words. Despite the fact that the two of you ought to keep a low profile and be miles apart in public, the sound of the two of you lounging round in the soft sun doesn't sound all too bad. "Where is it?" You rummage around in a drawer for your swimsuit. "About a twenty minute drive I think." You see the conflicted look in Susie's eyes and slowly walk up to her.

You take her hands in yours and put on your most persuasive face possible. "Please? It'll be fun and the moment we see anyone we can go." Susie makes a thoughtful noise and you begin to attach onto her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses up and down her jugular. "Fine. But we have to keep an eye out." You grin and swiftly wrap her in a hug.

"Thank you! This is going to be so fun." Susie just rolls her eyes at your far too happy reaction but smiles a bit at both your happiness but also the thought of the two of you getting to spend more time together in such a public-leaning setting.

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You wake up to the unfamiliar sensation of chilliness. You hear the distant mumbles of Susie's soft voice that finally string together as you become more awake. You try and open your eyes but are met by the harsh sun, outside of the window and so yoir eyes flitter closed again. The bed shifts beside you and you croak out a question to your girlfriend now lying her head on your shoulder. "What was that about?"

She rubs shapes into your side with her hand and pauses for a moment. "Well... let's just say you're in a shock when you check twitter later." Yoh go yo sit up and shoot the older woman a confused glance only for her to push you down gently. "That's not for now. Just rest for a bit longer." And who are you to ignore your gorgeous girlfriend when she all but forces you to stay in bed, cosied up to her for longer?

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Yourusername: Through people being conniving and myself not ever having enough 'juicy gossip', recently some have believed that they can be invasive and pry into my personal life. My love life and my life in general is not a topic for a news source or the subject of a photo, crafted without mine or my partner's consent. It is instead an invasion of something I hold so dearly to me and a show of awful character of others.

Despite what many may tell you, my relationship is neither wrong or inappropriate. The correct people are aware of it (and said there was no issue from the get go), and both my girlfriend and myself hold professionalism to the highest standard - and would never let anything interfere eith our jobs. I love Susie but I would do anything for my job, including of course following every rule to a T. I don't appreciate the speculation many of you have begun to create and I think some may need to take a step back and realise the negative impact of your words on not only the people in the sport, but also on yourselves.

I love Susie. I'm not embarrassed about it but I am sorry that the many of you only recieved conformation from someone that thought their judgement about our relationship was better than our own.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback is always welcome!

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fanfictionismyaddiction · 1 month ago

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Threes a formula

Word count: 435

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x reader, feat. Jack

Summary: Toto Wolff playfully asserts boating rules in Monaco

And because today inspired me (thank you Monaco, no. thanks to mercedes today) heres another mini chapter.

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Chapter 11: Boat debacle

The sun shimmered on the Monaco harbor, the water reflecting a thousand tiny diamonds. The Mercedes F1 social media team was out capturing lighthearted content before the weekend chaos hit, and today’s gem was Toto Wolff — confidently manning the helm of a sleek boat, sunglasses on, his hair pushed back by the breeze.

Y/n lounged at the side in a breezy sundress, one leg casually draped over the bench, and Jack sat between them, clutching a toy steering wheel like he was co-piloting. A GoPro was mounted nearby, catching everything for a TikTok the team promised would “break F1 TikTok.”

As Toto steered toward the marina, a smaller boat crossed awkwardly in front of them, almost as if it hadn’t noticed who it was about to cut off. Without missing a beat, Toto leaned forward, one hand on the wheel, and in his unmistakable Austrian accent called out:

“I come from the right!”

Y/n’s head snapped toward him, a slow grin spreading across her lips. “Mmm, do you now?” she teased, voice low, tilting her sunglasses down to meet his eyes. “Always coming from the right, is that how you like it, boss?”

Toto glanced sideways at her, one eyebrow raised, a flicker of something darker sparking in his eyes. “Darling, I’m good from any side,” he murmured, lips quirking.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a mischievous grin. “Mmhmm, remind me to test that later.”

Jack, completely oblivious, was still yelling, “Faster, Daddy! Let’s win the boat race!”

The social team, cackling behind their phones, knew instantly they had struck TikTok gold. They’d crop out the saucy part for public posting — but the raw footage? That might just become a prized bit of Brackley HQ lore.

When the video finally hit TikTok later that evening, captioned “Monaco traffic is awful this time of year”, the comments went feral.

Comments:

“The Austrian accent really hits different here 😭”

“Y/n’s laugh >>>”

“The way he says ‘I come from the right’ has me weak.”

“Someone check on Y/n, she’s living the dream 😂”

Comments:

“Toto saying ‘I come from the right’… why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard 😭🔥”

“Y/n better be careful or she’s about to be the Monaco GP’s main event.”

“The tension. The accent. The boat. I can’t.”

Y/n texted Susie a screenshot of the video, captioned “your husband’s a menace on water too.”

Susie’s reply came in seconds:

Susie: Just wait ‘til you see what he’s like in the shower after a win. 😉

Y/n was shocked but grinning. She didn’t expect this reply from Susie.

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cheftsunoda · 28 days ago

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pls pls pls pls something with kimiiiiiiii

no distractions — ka12

smau + blurbs

kimi antonelli x !f1 academy driver + wolff reader

toto wolff x !daughter driver reader

kimi and yn have been in a relationship for the last few months…however, it has been a secret. but not for the reasons you’d think— it’s not a fear of a bad reaction from toto or what the press would think. toto has a serious ‘no distractions’ rules for both his youngest driver and his daughter during the racing reason. maybe a distraction is for the best in this world of chaos…

fc : annie schröter & various f1 academy ladies:)

not proofread

(a/n) many many requests for kimi:) also for my dear @angelluv16

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yn_wolff : george getting scolded by my father on FaceTime to ‘act like a senior driver’ was the best part of my week

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georgerussell63 : can you plz tell him that i was joking

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yn_wolff : you are 27 years old and you are the senior driver…you tell him

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georgerussell63 : i might be 27 years old but toto lectures still scare me

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susie_wolff : So proud of you, my girl! 💪🏻❤️

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yn_wolff : love you mommmyyyy

lewishamilton : Wish I could’ve been on that FT call 😁

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yn_wolff : i don’t recall dad ever having to lecture you for that reason

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georgerussell63 : listen im not used to this. its like being handed a baby as a first time mother

kimi.antonelli : mi scusi?? un bambino?? (excuse me?? a baby??)

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yn_wolff : oh way to go. you pissed off the italian. (and toto’s favorite) (and my favorite)

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georgerussell63 : no toto told me he doesn’t have favorites

yn_wolff : toto lied

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f1academy : Pretty girl! 😍

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mercedesamgf1 : Mini Wolff has done such a good job being CEO and team principal while Boss man is away.

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yn_wolff : i know im rlly out here running ts

carmenmmundt : pleaseee tell me you have the video

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yn_wolff : check your messages carms

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lando : send it to me plzzz🙏🏻

alexalbon : i NEED it

yn_wolff : ok I just sent it in a mass text to everybody

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georgerussell63 : really guys

username00 : is she attempting a soft launch??

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The motorhome was quiet, tucked away from the chaos of the paddock, and for once, so was my mind. Kimi lay stretched out on the couch, one arm slung around my shoulders, the other resting lazily across his chest. My legs were draped over his lap, a shared blanket tossed haphazardly over both of us. It was peaceful, the kind of rare stillness that only existed between back to back race weekends and overly complicated strategy meetings.

He was talking softly—something about feeling the pressure now that he’d taken Lewis’ seat. He never admitted it outright, but I could hear the weight in his voice. People weren’t just watching—they were expecting. Comparing. Waiting to see if he’d crack.

“You’re not him,” I said quietly, tracing patterns on his hoodie. “You’re not supposed to be. You’re you. That’s who Mercedes picked. That’s who I pick.”

He turned his head, just enough to meet my eyes, and gave me that rare, quiet smile—the one only I ever really got. His fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and for a second, the world outside didn’t exist.

CLUNK.

The door burst open.

“Oi, have either of you seen—”

George stopped mid-sentence. His eyes landed on the blanket. The tangled limbs. Kimi. Me.

The realization hit fast.

“Oh my god.” His grin was immediate.

I bolted upright like I’d been electrocuted, Kimi jerking back so hard he almost knocked over the lamp.

“It’s not what it looks like!” I blurted, way too quickly.

“Really?” George raised a brow, smug. “Because it looks like Mercedes’ new golden boy is snuggling the F1 princess in a very distraction-like manner.”

Kimi groaned under his breath. I elbowed him gently, trying to look composed while my heart threatened to punch a hole in my chest.

George turned to leave, clearly savoring the moment. “Toto is going to love this.”

“GEORGE!” I was already off the couch, chasing after him, half-laughing, half-threatening. “If you say a word to my dad, I swear to God— I will pay someone to run you off the track!”

“Worth it!” he shouted over his shoulder, dodging out the door as I followed him with a throw pillow in hand and zero mercy.

Behind me, Kimi just sighed and muttered, “I’m definitely getting a lecture for this.”

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George was already halfway down the paddock, power-walking like he was leading a cool down lap, phone in hand and a mission in his heart.

“GEORGE, I SWEAR—”

I was practically sprinting after him, trying not to trip over my own shoelaces or the leftover cables running along the motorhome row.

“You don’t have to do this! There’s still time to not be annoying!”

He glanced over his shoulder with the biggest grin on his face. “Too late! This is premium gossip, and Lewis deserves to hear it first.”

“GEORGE.”

He ignored me, of course. Because why wouldn’t he? He was already tapping his phone screen like a man possessed. I saw Lewis’ name pop up at the top of the screen and nearly screamed.

“Hi, mate,” George greeted, way too casually. “You’ll never guess what I just walked in on—”

I launched myself forward and slapped the phone out of his hand before he could say another word. It bounced onto a table outside the Mercedes hospitality unit.

“HEY!”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me! That’s my godfather! I’m not letting you tattle like you’re in Year 6 and just caught someone sneaking sweets before lunch!”

George was trying so hard not to laugh that he was nearly choking. “I’m just saying, it’s objectively hilarious. Like, you and Kimi? Caught in the motorhome? By me? Come on—Lewis will LOVE this.”

I pointed a finger at him, out of breath and deeply unamused. “You say one word to him and I will personally leak your sim data from Silverstone last year.”

George paused.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

Just then, Lewis himself strolled out of hospitality, holding a cup of tea and looking blissfully unaware.

George opened his mouth.

I stepped in front of him like a bodyguard. “Hi, Uncle Lewis! You look so peaceful today! Just glowing. Nothing interesting happening at all.”

He blinked at us, clearly suspicious.

“…Are you two okay?”

George coughed. “Totally. Nothing to report.”

I smiled way too hard. “Yep. No drama. Just vibes.”

Lewis squinted. “Right…”

As he walked away, I glared sideways at George. “You’re insufferable.”

He smirked. “And you’re in love. How cute.”

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yn_wolff : 5 more days until the first break of the season. (can’t come fast enough) (i need it to survive)

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kimi.antonelli : pls pack me in your suitcase for break. im so tired

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yn_wolff : ordering a bigger suitcase rn

georgerussell63 : 🤭

kimi.antonelli : george cheated in the challenge btw

georgerussell63 : i did NOT

yn_wolff : i was sitting there the whole time. you most def did. @/f1 20 place grid penalty!!

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F1 : 📝📝

carmenmmundt : miss you already pretty girl

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georgerussell63 : who does that hand belong to??

yn_wolff : your girlfriend

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georgerussell63 : is this just bully george day?

yn_wolff : that is every day

username05 : def a soft launch omg

lando : why do you look so chill and well rested while i look like ive been hit with 3 trains and a Ferrari strategy call?

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yn_wolff : it’s the wolff genes

georgerussell63 : it’s because she is in loveeee

yn_wolff : @/alexalbon & @/carmenmmundt come get your menace please

alexalbon : george leave her alone before you lose your job

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lewishamilton : You’ve been working hard kid— you deserve a break.

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yn_wolff : so do you after dealing with Ferrari for half a season

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kimi.antonelli : first week of break spent back home🇮🇹

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yn_wolff : sorry I couldn’t fit you in my suitcase:( but it looks like you’re having a great time ❤️

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kimi.antonelli : the best ❤️

olliebearman : 8/10 soft launch.

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lando : this is no mystery. Ik exactly who that is. you are in trouble 😁

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yn_wolff : god I hate you brits. not one of ya can keep your mouth shut

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olliebearman : excuse me??? i never said ANYTHING

yn_wolff : you are an exception

mercedesamgf1 : Enjoy your break Kimi!

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yn_wolff

italy 📍

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yn_wolff : italy, ily

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georgerussell63 : do you love Italy or the person in italy??

yn_wolff : this is me leaving you on read

username00 : omg it’s Kimi

username10 : insane power couple

mercedesamgf1 : this looks…familiar

carmenmmundt : so cute 🫶🏻

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olliebearman : 9/10 soft launch

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lando : you both make it so obvious

yn_wolff : focus on getting your own relationship before digging into mine norizz

lando : get mad at george not me — he told me

georgerussell63 : snitch

susie_wolff : So sweet❤️

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There’s something different about Italy when you’re not just visiting — when you’re with someone who belongs to the place. Kimi knows every little side street, every beach that doesn’t show up on tourist maps. He points out the bakery where he used to sneak pastries with his cousins, like he’s handing me pieces of his childhood.

His hand never leaves my back as we walk through the market. I catch his mom smiling every time he touches me, like she’s already known I was going to be here long before we even did.

At dinner, I sit between him and his little sister, our legs tangled under the table while warm Italian voices buzz around us. Kimi leans in to whisper translations, but honestly, I don’t need them. His family’s laughter, the clink of glasses, the way his thumb keeps brushing over my knee — it all feels like home. I catch him watching me more than once with that soft little half-smile of his, like he’s still surprised I’m really here.

One evening, we sneak away on his family’s old scooter. I wrap my arms around his waist, bury my face in his back, and laugh into the wind. He reaches back to squeeze my hand whenever we hit a straight stretch, like he just needs to feel me there. We stop at a cliffside and watch the sun sink into the sea. Neither of us says anything for a while. He kisses my shoulder gently, and that says enough.

Later, his dad hands me a film camera and says, “You’re already one of us. Might as well help capture it.”

So I do.

Kimi laughing with his cousins, totally unguarded. His sister tucking wildflowers into my hair. Him and I barefoot on the sand, sneaking kisses behind his mom’s umbrella like teenagers.

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Taking Maggie for ice cream was technically Kimi’s idea. But the second she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and asked if I wanted to come too, there was no way I was saying no.

We walked down the cobbled streets of the village, her skipping between us, one hand in mine and the other in Kimi’s. She told us all about how she once ate four scoops in one sitting like it was a world record. Kimi just groaned and said, “Yeah, and then threw up in my shoes.”

To which Maggie replied, completely unfazed, “Worth it.”

The gelateria was a tiny, pastel-colored spot that looked like it belonged in a postcard. Maggie pressed her face to the glass case, absolutely agonizing over her choice. Kimi already knew what he wanted — stracciatella, always — and when he looked at me, I just shrugged and said, “Whatever has the most chocolate in it.”

We ended up sitting on a little bench outside, Maggie in the middle with a double scoop of pistachio and raspberry that dripped down her wrist before she even took a bite. Kimi handed her a napkin, which she immediately ignored. I reached over to wipe her chin, and she just grinned at me with that gap-toothed, ice-cream-drunk look only kids can pull off.

Kimi leaned back, his arm draped behind me, watching the two of us like he was trying to memorize the moment. I caught him smiling when Maggie rested her sticky head on my shoulder.

“You’re good with her,” he said quietly, nudging my foot with his. “She really likes you.”

I smiled and stole a bite of his gelato. “She has good taste. Clearly runs in the family.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling.

Maggie, completely unaware of how soft we’d just gotten, suddenly asked, “Can I have another scoop if I say you guys are in love?”

Kimi nearly choked. I laughed so hard I almost dropped my cone.

We didn’t give her a second scoop. But we did let her pick the music for the walk back.

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We came back sun-warmed and slightly sticky, Maggie’s cheeks dusted with sugar and her hands somehow still covered in melted gelato despite me wiping them down twice. Kimi held the door open for us, brushing a curl from my face as I walked past. I smiled at him without thinking — soft, easy, like second nature.

That was my mistake.

Because the moment I stepped inside, I saw them. My parents. Sitting at the garden table, clinking mimosa glasses with Kimi’s parents like this was some sort of diplomatic summit. There were pastries. Fresh flowers. An aura of parental chaos. Kimi froze behind me.

“Oh no,” I whispered, under my breath.

“Oh no,” he repeated, under his.

Mum spotted us first. She smiled—the smile. The one that said I know everything and I’m trying not to laugh about it in front of your father.

“Hi, darling,” she said sweetly, waving us over like this wasn’t a whole setup from the universe. “Did you two have fun?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but Maggie beat me to it. “YN bought me ice cream and Kimi said she’s his gi—”

Kimi coughed. Loudly.

“—giggler,” she finished, completely unconvincingly. “Because she giggles a lot.”

I turned slowly to look at her. She gave me an innocent thumbs-up and started eating a croissant like she hadn’t just tried to blow up our entire lives in front of Toto Wolff.

Mum was vibrating with quiet laughter. Kimi’s mother looked like she wanted to say “finally.” His dad just nodded, like this confirmed a bet he’d made with himself months ago.

And Papa? Toto looked directly at Kimi. Then at me. Then at the not-insignificant way our hands were still touching.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Brunch?” he asked. Voice calm. Dangerous.

Kimi, to his credit, didn’t flinch. “Sounds great.”

I could practically feel mum’s delight from across the table.

As we sat down, she leaned in and whispered, “This’ll be fun.”

I sighed, reached for a piece of bread, and muttered, “Only if no one lets Maggie speak again.”

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miami 📍

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yn_wolff : miami— always a pleasure. (yay kimi! p1 quali)

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yn_wolff : best time with you

carmenmmundt : you are the IT girl. so miami coded

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kimi.antonelli : great weekend. great city. great girl.

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yn_wolff : what did i say

username22 : the ‘yay kimi’ caption like you’re not fully dating is actually comedy

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olliebearman : longest soft launch in my whole 20 years of living

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f1gossipgirls : New paparazzi pics show what looks very much like Mercedes’ golden boy Kimi Antonelli kissing Y/N Wolff (yes, Toto’s daughter 👀) during their vacation on the Italian coast.

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My palms were sweating. Which, frankly, was ridiculous. I race cars at 200 km/h for a living. I’ve gone wheel to wheel with girls twice my size and once drove half a race with a loose visor screw. But this? Sitting across from my father with Kimi beside me, trying to casually bring up the fact that we’ve been secretly dating for months? Yeah. This was the most terrifying thing I’d done all year.

“So…” I started, playing with the hem of my sleeve. “There’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”

Toto looked up from his laptop, eyes flicking between us with the kind of calm that made me more nervous than if he’d been yelling.

Kimi, to his credit, didn’t flinch. “It’s about me and Y/N.”

My dad raised an eyebrow.

“We’re… together,” I said, heart pounding. “Like, dating. We have been for a while now. But we didn’t say anything because of the no distractions rule and—”

Toto held up a hand.

“I know,” he said simply.

I blinked. “You… what?”

“I’m not blind,” he said, with the faintest smirk. “He looks at you like you’re a trophy. Also, Susie told me.”

I whipped around. “She what?”

Toto ignored me, turning to Kimi instead. “You’re both winning races. Training hard. Staying out of drama. If this is a distraction, I want more of them.”

Kimi nodded, looking both respectful and vaguely relieved. “Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t call me ‘sir,’” Toto muttered. “You’ve hugged me three times this season, you’ve lost that right.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

“Just one rule,” he added, giving us that look. “No kissing in the garage. I’m still your father. And your team boss.”

“Deal,” I said quickly, while Kimi mumbled something that sounded like “understood.”

As we stood up to leave, Toto called after us.

“Oh, and Kimi?”

He turned.

“You break her heart, and I break your contract.”

Kimi went a little pale. I grinned the entire way out of the room.

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