Name:JacksterAge:20 years oldPronouns:She/They/Them Bisexual
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Okay, Nico...subtlety clearly isn't your forte, haha.
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If you guys are wondering what I'm doing below the table, I'm just crushing up this Butterfinger. [x]
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Hello everyone, this is Jackster. I wanted to take a moment to update you all on my situation. I have been offline on because I was hospitalized in February. I am currently receiving treatment and undergoing rehabilitation for a week due to my condition, which is Multiple Sclerosis (MS). I appreciate your understanding as I focus on my health and recovery. Thank you for your support.
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Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy


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Lewis and Toto crying and hugging is killing me
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In case you were wondering why Spotify Wrapped sucks balls this year, and more importantly doesn't have any genre data:

Can you hear the sound of bells? That's because they're clowns. 🤡 🛎
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Toto Wolff was emotional but he did give a powerful speech to Lewis
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Dear Supporter,
I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔
I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊
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I will visit your website and Free Palestinian 🇵🇸
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When you fail in drawing class in high school
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Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to dear Max Verstappen happy birthday to you
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Every Florida weather

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Good night everyone
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Charles anytime he sees Max walking around Monaco in his slutty ass shorts
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Shadows and Steel- Toto Wolff X Gothic! Reader
You were a force of nature wrapped in leather and lace, a gothic muse who commanded attention with your presence alone. Your wardrobe was a blend of dark elegance and bold statements—black leather jackets, combat boots, band tees, and a collection of accessories that gleamed like sharp edges. Today, you wore a faded The Anix shirt, your favorite band whose melancholic yet powerful sound was the soundtrack to your life. The music, a mixture of electronic rock and darkwave, resonated with your soul, providing comfort in a world that rarely felt welcoming.
You made your way to the garage, your entrance marked by the click of your boots against the concrete floor. Heads turned, but you were used to it. The world of F1 was unfamiliar territory for you, but Toto’s invitation had been too intriguing to decline. He was captivated by your unapologetic demeanor and the way you owned every space you entered. For you, Toto was a refreshing contradiction—a man who radiated control but was also deeply drawn to your rebellious spirit.
Toto looked up from his screens, catching sight of you approaching. The sight of you always stirred something within him, a mixture of admiration and intrigue. You weren’t like anyone else in his world, and he loved that about you. “You made it,” he greeted, his accent wrapping around the words like a soft whisper.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, sliding your sunglasses up to rest atop your head. “Besides, I needed a break from the usual scene. The Anix can only do so much before I start craving something different.”
He smiled, a rare, genuine expression that he seemed to reserve just for you. “Different is good. Keeps things interesting.”
You leaned against the wall, watching the team work on the car. The sleek, polished machine looked out of place in your mind, where things were often darker, less perfect. But there was something beautiful about it, too—something that reminded you of the way you felt when you got lost in music. You pulled out your phone, the sound of The Anix playing softly as the familiar chords of “Black Space” filled the air between you and Toto.
“What’s that?” he asked, nodding towards your phone.
“Just my favorite band,” you said, offering him an earbud. “Give it a try.”
He took the earbud, placing it in his ear. The music was unlike anything he typically listened to—moody, atmospheric, with a haunting melody that was both dark and strangely comforting. He didn’t fully understand it, but he understood why it spoke to you.
“It’s…different,” he said thoughtfully, glancing over at you. “I like it.”
You smirked, leaning in slightly closer. “Yeah, it’s not for everyone. But I’m not everyone, and neither are you.”
There was a shared understanding in that moment—a quiet acknowledgment of the ways you both stood apart from the worlds you navigated. For Toto, his world was a constant demand for perfection and control, and for you, it was the freedom of living outside conventional lines. Together, you found a kind of balance that neither of you had expected.
As the race preparations continued, you stayed by Toto’s side, your presence a steadying force amid the chaos. You weren’t the kind of woman who fit neatly into his world, but you didn’t have to. You were the unexpected burst of darkness that illuminated something in him that had long been hidden. And in turn, he was the anchor that grounded you when the shadows felt too heavy.
“After this, let’s grab a drink,” Toto suggested, his tone casual but laced with intent. “I want to hear more about this band of yours—and about you.”
You glanced at him, eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and curiosity. “Only if you can keep up, Wolff.”
He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Together, you stood in the bustling paddock, an unlikely pair brought together by a shared appreciation for the unexpected. It didn’t matter that your worlds were so different; in each other, you found something that felt rare and real. And that, more than anything, was what kept drawing you back to his side.

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