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Unexpected Love part 3

Summary:

Things weren't meant to turn out this way.

I had everything thought out perfectly. My life was perfect. And then Toto came and wrecked everything.

I can feel myself becoming more bewildered and hopeless with every passing second.

I look at the stick in my hands again and confirm my worst nightmare. Two faint lines. Just like the one I took before. And the one before that. It was truly happening.

I can barely breathe as I slide down on the floor, with my knees tucked under my chin.

Tears run down my cheeks as I sob my heart out.

This is the third part of Unexpected Love, a series about Y/N, who falls in love with Toto Wolff, the CEO of Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 team. Follow along on her journey, as she experiences love and desire for the first time in her life. ps. This series contains sexual themes, and may not be fitting for younger individuals.

Warnings: Major age-gap, reader is a virgin, swear words, fluff ig

Word count: 4.3k

I decide to watch the qualifying before I inevitably have to leave.

And as much as I would've liked to see Mercedes on top, we had to settle for a solid 2nd place. George was a trooper, and the whole garage seemed happy with the result, which in turn, made me happy.

"I better start going..." I think to myself as I take my purse and walk off in search of a taxi.

"Um... I'd like to go to a mall, please. Any mall will do." I tell the taxi driver as I struggle to get into the car. The streets of Melbourne were bustling with people, and I almost felt a little claustrophobic just thinking about the fact that I could be there, instead of here.

What even brought me to this point? Vanessa did, but I can't help giving myself a bit of credit, too. If I hadn't accepted, I'd be stuck doing classes and writing assignments. And that wouldn't change, I planned on finishing school, I just craved a much-needed break.

"Here we are, that'll be 7 dollars please." The driver announces in a thick Aussie accent. I instinctively grab my own card to pay, but then I realise that I have Toto's card that he encouraged me to use, so I oblige.

When I step outside, I realise what a mess I have gotten myself into. The mall was absolutely enormous, and there was no way I could walk through it in a mere couple of hours. Also, Toto never specified the budget; he only told me to buy something pretty. I sigh and walk inside. The entrance was grand. I had definitely decided on the right mall, at least.

I walk around shopping windows, trying to figure out what is appropriate to wear to a gala. I had the perception that galas were grand and proper, and I for the love of me could not find one that felt worthy enough.

I can feel tears welling up as I look around desperately. When I find my way to the 4th floor, my eyes land on a small shop with hand-sewn garments. On display, a black dress. The perfect dress. My eyes light up as I dry my tears, and I hurriedly walk over to inspect it closely. The long sleeves made it modest, just how I liked it. I wasn't the kind of person to put myself on display.

"Hello dear, can I help you?" A small lady asks, limping forward from the register. "I can tell it would suit you." She says.

"Do you think so?" I ask, needing reassurance.

"Yes, want to try it?"

"I'd love to!" I smile.

"Come on then." The lady says as she pulls the dress off the mannequin.

She guided me further into the small and cozy shop. It smelled like my childhood school, mixed with the familiar smell of fabric and thread, and I instantly felt at home.

"Here you go, you can change in here." The lady says as she shows me the wooden booth. I close the door behind me and undress. I can't tear my eyes from the dress, and when I wiggle into it, I know that I made the right decision. It fit me like a glove, and I couldn't stop smiling. This time, I was welling up, not from despair, but rather from happiness and relief.

When I open the door, the lady opens her arms and invites me to a tight hug. "My god, sweetheart, you look fabulous!" She exclaims.

"I feel fabulous!"

"It's a little loose at the arms, but I'll have that fixed in no time." She says as she points to the loose fabric.

"I think this is it." I say, still in awe.

"I'll start working on the arms at once, then!" She says, and as I get out of the dress, I hear her preparing her sewing machine and needles. I hand the lady the dress, and she instantly goes to work.

"Give me an hour." She smiles at me and walks off into the backroom to work on the dress in peace.

An hour. In that time I might be able to find a pair of heels to go with my dress. I walk around, somewhat more calmly, properly inspecting the wide variety of dresses, shoes, and stunning jewellery. I slowly browse around a high-end shoe store, trying to decide which heels would be most appropriate without overspending. I settle on a pair of black shoes to add some height to my otherwise small stature.

As I walk back to the 4th floor, I feel much more at ease. Things were working out as I wanted them to, and I was sure that Toto would approve of the dress.

"There you are!" The old lady says as I walk into her shop. "I made it just in time. Do you want to try it on once more or do you trust that it fits?"

"I trust you." I smile. "What do I owe you for this?"

"900 dollars, please."

The price made me pause what I was doing. But upon closer thought, it was totally worth it, and besides, Toto told me to buy something pretty. This was the epitome of pretty. I happily pay with Totos' card and walk off, thanking the kind lady multiple times.

I decided on walking back to the hotel, and even if it was getting dark, I still felt the warmth of late summer in the air.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Vanessa asks as I unlock the door. "I've tried to call you!"

"Oops." I say, feeling guilty. "I'm so sorry. Let me explain." I try to reason as I pull her to our shared bed. "Okay, so, Toto convinced me to join him at a gala tonight. And he gave me his card to buy something to wear, so I did."

"What the actual fuck, Y/N?" Vanessa whispers as she sees the shopping bags left at the door.

"Now, I'm off to shower. I have a little over two hours to get ready."

"Yes, go, go!" She laughs to herself, with a tint of amusement in her tone.

Now, do I shave everything, I wonder. Was there a risk that things would escalate to something more heated? And if so, would Toto mind some hair down there? I'm not the one to take any risks, and I shave my body thoroughly.

I had one and a half hours to get ready. "Vanessa, will you help me?" I ask, hoping that she would help me blow-dry and curl my hair.

"How nervous are you from 1-10?" Vanessa asks as she wraps my hair around the curling iron.

"I'd say a solid 100." I giggle.

"You have him wrapped around your pinky already, you've got nothing to worry about." My friend tries to assure me.

Next, makeup. Vanessa and I had a long discussion about whether I should do a full glam or something simpler, and we both settled on something cute and discreet, as it would go with the dress perfectly.

Vanessa walks up behind me as I curl my lashes and places her chin on my shoulder, looking at me in the mirror. "You know, I knew Toto would go crazy for you. You look that good." She smiles.

30 minutes left. It was time for me to get into my newly purchased dress and heels. I was praying that Toto would approve of my chosen attire.

"Damn, girl!" Vanessa exclaims as I walk out of the bathroom. "You look stunning! Fuck me, I need to get a sugar daddy too..." She thinks aloud, making me laugh.

"He's not a sugar daddy!" I try to reason.

"Yeah, sure..." She shakes her head.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I had to admit, I looked and felt expensive. As I'm finishing up on my final look, I hear a light knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" Vanessa yells as she practically runs towards the door. "Hello, Mr. Wolff." I hear her say, and my heart skips a beat.

"Hello Vanessa, I'm looking for Y/N." I hear the overwhelmingly familiar voice say as I step out of the bathroom and turn around the corner to face the man.

His breath hitches as he sees me, and we all stop in our tracks. All is silent and calm for a moment.

"Y/N..." Toto finally manages to breathe out. "You look..." He struggles to say as I turn around, showing off the whole dress. "You look exquisite."

My whole face turns into a wide smile when I hear his words, and I feel my cheeks heating up. "I was hoping this dress would do." I say. "Speaking of..." I hold my finger up as I grab my purse, digging through it. "Here you go." I smile as I hand him his black card.

"Ready?" Toto asks.

"Ready." I confirm, and we walk off towards the elevators.

I can't help but notice Toto not tearing his eyes off me as we wait for the lift, and the way he covers his crotch. At the time, I had no idea why.

Toto takes my hand as we step into the empty elevator, and spins me around to face him. The way I felt his breath on me turned me on even more than I ever could have thought and the close proximity seemed to have the same effect on him as we mixed into a heaving mess.

"I want to kiss you." He whispers as he leans in.

"Mhm..." I hum back, feeling myself lose control.

Toto slowly leans closer, maintaining eye contact. His minty breath caresses my skin like a blessing. "Mein schatz... Verdammt süß." He whispers, his lips kissing the bridge of my nose as he moves lower.

"Can I?" Toto asks as his lips brush over mine.

"Please..." I moan, and Toto considers that as a hint. Even with my minimal knowledge, I could tell he was an experienced kisser.

I open my mouth, allowing him access, and he immediately dives in, licking my teeth, tongue and gums thoroughly.

The sound of the elevator, indicating that we were on the first floor, returns us to reality, and Toto sighs heavily, annoyed that he had been disrupted.

"Come on, gorgeous." Toto once again sighs and leads me out with hurried steps. He leads me out into the vintage-looking Mercedes and helps me in.

"This is too much, Toto..." I say, still heaving from our heated make-out session just a minute ago.

"Not at all." He says, he being just as out of breath as I.

Despite the fact that it was late, the Australian air remained warm, and I didn't freeze while we drove the cabriolet through the city.

"Here we are, are you ready?" Toto asks.

"I'm not sure..." I say, unsure of what to expect.

"No need to worry, I will be by your side the whole time." Toto assures me as we walk into the venue.

"Martini?" I hear one of the servers ask as Toto talks to the valet.

"Yes, please." I say and grab a glass, immediately tossing the olive.

"Y/N." I feel his soft voice behind me, and his hand on my lower back, guiding me forward into the huge ballroom.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Toto whispers in my ear as he scoots my chair forward. Then he sits down next to me with a grin on his face, knowing that he succeeded in making me blush again.

People settle around the round table. Unbeknownst to me, Toto seemed to be acquainted with most of them, greeting everyone and making small talk.

"This is Y/N, a friend of mine." Toto introduces me to the table and smiles down at me.

"Hello, everyone!" I wave. Everyone was surprisingly considerate and kind, and I even think I made some new friends that night. As I'm busy talking to the ladies around the table, Toto bends down to my ear, tickling me with his lips.

"Meet me in the ladies' bathroom in 2." He whispers, and I stare, feeling somewhat shocked, as he disappears out of the room.

I clear my throat and shuffle in the chair, suddenly feeling a little bit unsure. What was waiting in that bathroom?

"Y/N, are you okay? You look a bit pale..." One of the guests asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I look down, desperately wiping away the sweat mustache that was forming. "Excuse me." I say, as I get up.

I'm taking the risk. I'm doing it, I'm doing as Toto told me to do. As I walk around the round tables, I catch people staring, and the fact that they do spurs me on.

"He said ladies' bathroom, right?" I think to myself as I gulp, sneaking inside. My heels are clicking against the cold marble tile floor as I look around, feeling a little lost. I consider turning back, but just as I'm about to turn my heel, the door to a bathroom booth flies open.

And there he was in all his glory. Dressed in a black suit, looking straight at me with that grin of his. He walks out, with his hands in his pockets, not once breaking eye contact. As he gets closer, my pulse quickens, and when he's within reach, my heart beats like a rabbit.

"Shh..." Toto shushes me, surely hearing my heartbeats. "No need to be nervous, we won't do anything you don't want to." He whispers and carefully reaches for my hands, pulling on them to get me to follow him. He immediately leans in as he leads me into the toilet cubicle and closes the door behind him. "So fucking pretty..." He whispers before closing the gap.

I had been longing for his lips on mine since the lift, and I finally got to feel him again, even if only for a brief minute. He's gentle, and his tongue is coaxing me to be bolder. His large hands find my hips, and he pulls me impossibly closer to him, and I melt into his being, his touch.

"Toto..." I warn him with a murmur as his hands creep under my buttocks.

"Hm?" He asks as he lifts me to straddle his lean figure, causing me to yelp. "Shhh, we need to be quiet." He whispers while placing his index finger over my lips, making me nod my head, indicating that I understand. "Good girl." He mumbles as his lips brush against my neck, raising goosebumps along my whole body. His warm breath on my delicate skin felt like the warmest of hugs.

"Stop teasing..." I moan.

Toto chuckles and places a delicate kiss on my neck, and I arch my back, welcoming him in, wrapping my arms around his wide frame. And then, another kiss lower down. His hand moves up under my chest, holding me in place as I squirm from his soft touch.

"How far are you ready to go?" He asks.

"I don't know." I reply, lost in the fog of lust, unable to be able to form a single thought.

Toto hums, peppering my neck with kisses.

"Let's continue somewhere else, shall we?" He asks.

What the fuck did that mean? Once again, my inexperience shone through. I gaze at him like a question mark and reluctantly nod.

His pale, warm skin embraces me, and I bury my face into the crook of his muscular neck.

As we walk out of the ladies' bathroom, we walk straight out to the valet, not bothering with pleasantries. "I can't wait until we get back to the hotel..." He whispers, whilst taking my hand into his.

When we get into the car and start our journey home, Toto won't tear his hand off my thigh, and it feels as if he's guarding me, in a sense, just like he did this morning.

"C'mere..." Toto murmurs as he pulls me closer, and I scoot across the seat to fulfill his wish. His hand comes to rest on my hip, and I, in turn, place my head on his shoulder, almost drifting off into a comfortable slumber. I'm awakened by a light kiss on the top of my head, and I straighten up, inspecting my surroundings.

"Lieb, we're here." Toto whispers and helps me out.

When we step into the elevator, Toto turns me around to face him and traces my shoulders with his calloused hands while his lips nuzzle my nose, making me giggle.

Toto was sweet and intense, and the fact that he was made me more excited by the second.

"Will you join me in my room tonight?" He asks somewhat cautiously.

I hum, "Will you behave?" I giggle.

"Probably not..." He chuckles, "Stay with me anyway." He says as he pulls me impossibly closer, and I pull him down to steal a light kiss.

"I just might..." I murmur suggestively while tugging on his hair, coaxing him to bend further down.

As we make it through the corridors, half running to get to our destination quicker, Toto holds my hand, squeezing it firmly, refusing to let go. I could tell he was just as excited as I, which spurred my excitement on even more. The thought of him longing for me made me feel a way I had not felt before. Was this what desire felt like? Or love, perhaps? I had no idea, but I was determined to find out.

I look on as Toto struggles to find his key card in the haze of lust. When he does, and opens the door, he scoops me up and carries me inside, kicking the door shut behind us. When he lets me down, we both pause, evaluating our next move.

Toto raises his hand to my face, "So beautiful..." He murmurs as he studies my face and captures my chin between his fingers.

I have to admit, I had no idea what to do, or how to do it, and the thought of Toto on me made me even more nervous than I had ever been before.

"Please, Toto..." I mutter nervously, breaking eye contact. I have no idea what comes next, and Toto stops too. I back up against the wall, and Toto follows. He places his hands against the wall on either side of my head. My smaller figure nearly disappears under his wide and tall figure. His hands slide down from the wall, and land on my face, holding my head up, maintaining eye contact.

"Don't be scared, Y/N. I'm not gonna harm you or anything." He says as he leans in and gives my plump and swollen lips a peck.

"I'm..." I start, searching for words to say. I quickly realise that my mind is completely blank, and I'm left softly breathing him as he comes closer.

I'm shaking, but not because I'm cold. My pulse picks up, and Toto seems to notice.

"Don't be nervous, Y/N. What’s wrong?" He asks, with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm..." I begin, unsure how to inform him that I'm over 20 and yet a virgin. "You're my... First." I finally decided that being 100% honest was the best move.

"My god, should've told me before..." Toto coos, pulling me in. As he buries his face in my hair, he continues, "You're a virgin?"

"Yeah... Is that okay?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah. Just changes things." Toto says as he rubs his neck.

"What do you mean?"

Toto pauses. He looks straight at my worried face and squints his eyes, deep in thought. "Just means that I'm worried about hurting you. I want things to be comfortable for you." He concludes.

"Toto..." I whisper, "I want you." I utter as I arch into him, desperate for his touch.

"I know..." He replies, offering me a delicate kiss, which I gladly accept. I wrap my arms around him, suddenly afraid that he will slip away from my fingers.

Toto shushes me. "Slow down..." He whispers and backs away, making me pout. "Bed?" He asks, holding his hands up for me to grab.

And I do. I follow him more than willingly, and Toto takes my hands, giving each of my palms a kiss, and then leads me to his bed.

"Can I?" He asks as he plays with the zipper on my back.

I nod, "Yeah." And Toto slowly unzips my dress, revealing my heated back. His hands were colder, and I shivered when his fingers explored every groove of my back. He spins me around and parts my hair, revealing my back fully for his eyes to see. His fingertips tickle my sensitive skin as they slide across my back.

I can feel myself losing balance, and my hands desperately search for something to steady myself.

Toto chuckles, "Sit down." Toto orders as he sits down.

I oblige, and I place myself next to him, crossing my legs to get some kind of relief from my problem, which was getting bigger and wetter every second.

Toto leans in, and I keen at the sensation of him pulling me closer. He pushes me onto my back, and I shuffle into the middle of the bed.

Toto follows, balancing on his elbow, hovering over me.

"So schön." He whispers as his fingers rake through my hair. "Can I take this away?" He asks, looking down at my dress.

"Yeah..." I breathe out. I felt nervous about the fact that a man was currently undressing me, although I felt better about it since it was Toto. When my chest is uncovered, Toto's breath hitches.

"Fuck, Y/N." He gulps. "So warm, so soft." He comments as his hands move over my naked chest and his mouth moves to my neck, sucking purple round shapes into my skin. "You're exquisite."

I can't help closing my eyes, taking it all in. His hands move all over me, except for where I want him most, and I grab his hand in hopes of him helping me.

"No, Y/N." Toto whispers.

"Please." I beg.

Toto pulls away, sighing. "Let's take things slow, yeah?" He whispers as he looks down at my glassy eyes. I wasn't disappointed, but rather discouraged by the fact that he didn't want me straight away.

"Do you want me to go?" I ask, feeling tears in my throat.

"By no means!" Toto replies. "I want you to stay, but I want to wait until we sleep together, that's all." He adds, and leans in, pausing mere centimeters away from my face. I grab hold of his dark locks and pull him down, and our mouths collide once again.

I part my lips in order to let his tongue enter, letting him lick my mouth deliciously. When he's done, his mouth drops down to my neck, licking across the red and purple dome shapes.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when he reaches my tits, and my hardened nipples. His kisses shoot down to my aching pussy, and I can't help myself. I touch myself through the dress, finally feeling some relief.

"You're making this so hard..." Toto murmurs beneath his breath as I part my legs, longing for more stimulation. The combination of Toto's tongue on my chest and me playing with myself brings my release closer.

"Let me help you..." I hear Toto mutter as he gets on his knees, pulling on my dress. "Gonna take this off, okay?" he asks.

Toto leans down to kiss every single inch of skin laid bare, and I gasp at the feeling of him creeping closer to my core.

"Oh my god..." I moan as Toto brushes over my mound, and I can't control myself, instinctively arching into his light touch. My hand shoots down to my clothed pussy once the dress is off, and I can feel the wet spot where I'm starting to seep through.

Toto pauses, and looks down on my small figure. "Baby, so gorgeous." He says as his large hands brush over my shoulders, my tits and down to my stomach. He tosses the dress across the room with little care, bends down to me, and takes my nipple into his mouth. I coo out loud as his tongue circulates around it. With time, he grows bolder and gives it a small nibble. The pleasure mixed with pain startled me, but the sensation was very much welcome.

My hand springs down to my pussy again, and I instantly feel myself coming closer to the edge again.

"Let me hear you..." Toto whispers, coaxing me to let him know how good he makes me feel.

The thought of me moaning and whimpering to a man I met yesterday just doesn't sit right with me, and a wave of shyness washes over me. My cheeks redden and I break eye contact. Toto must have noticed because he's instantly by my side, providing much-needed comfort.

I hide my face in my hands, way too embarrassed to show my face. Toto shushes me while he tugs on my hands, revealing my face again, and I nervously giggle. "No need to do anything you don't want to. I'm merely your guide." He says.

"I know." I confirm.

"Now, where were we?" He says, hungrily gazing over my full tits, and diving in. His hand rests on the inside of my thigh, drawing pretty little figures on my skin, as I continue to pleasure myself.

And it doesn't take long until I'm close again, and I let out a small whimper, knowing that I'd get to cum tonight, even if it was by my own hand, and with Toto's help, of course.

"Good girl, such a pretty noise." Toto praises me.

"Mhm..." Is all I manage to answer, as I creep closer and closer to my release. "I- Coming!" I try to moan out, although I'm sure it all came out as incoherent blabber, as I tumble over the edge. Toto listens, but doesn't stop as I'm convulsing under him, pulling on his hair and squeezing his hand.

"Wow, schatz, you did so well." Toto comments.

"Did I?" I answer, still heaving heavily.

"Yes. I'm so proud of you."

As the night creeps in, we fall into a peaceful slumber, both of us comfortable with the thought of this only being the beginning.

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disneyprincemuke · 2 years ago

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tis the season for mistletoasters

alternatively: this year she is unhinged with the decorations

in which they invite a select few of their friends over for the holidays and a particular holiday decoration catches them off guard

(series masterlist)

the door flies open, revealing the smaller girl with her friends standing in the hallway with boxes in their hands and confusion riddling their faces.

"couldn't you have just opened the door like a normal person? don't you have pets in your home?" george frowns, slowly following her inside the small apartment.

"what else do we expect from her?" max follows up.

"wait!" she screeches, arms held out to avoid them walking in any further than the entryway. she points down at their feet. "shoes off!"

"yes," sebastian mutters, already slipping off his shoes right by the door with a hand on the wall to balance himself. "on it."

"wow, very particular," lando teases, though he also slips off his shoes and kicks in towards the wall to keep it neat. he shoves the box into her hands and then pushes past her as he navigates into her apartment. "where is your child? i want to see kidnapper."

"oi, no way!" max screams, pushing past her to chase after lando. "i'm kidnapper's uncle! i suggested she adopt the cat!"

"no, this is the one cat that actually likes me! you've got cats of your own," lando scolds, shoving max to the side as they enter the living room. "i called dibs."

"doesn't matter what you guys say - i'm kidnapper's favourite." alex also pushes past her, chasing after his friends to try and race for the cat's attention. "he will ditch you no matter what."

"two of them are predicted to be future world champions. one of them's won three," she smiles, locking her jaw as she turns around. "thank you for coming over, by the way! happy holidays."

"well, i guess i'm interested if logan can really cook," george shrugs, finally stepping forward to pull her in for a quick hug. he presses his cheeks against hers. "when are you flying off to melbourne?"

she shrugs, frowning. "i haven't booked us a flight yet."

"you're travelling there by foot then?" sebastian raises an eyebrow to tease her with her last-minute planning. "tickets will be expensive if you don't get them now."

"max is lending them his private jet," mick speaks up, finally closing the door behind him. "don't be naughty in there - he won't ever let you use it again if you are!"

"i'm a very tame individual, thank you," she scoffs, leading them into the apartment. "logan's still making dinner, but the cookies finished baking right before you guys decided to all arrive together earlier than expected. i'll be right back out with the cookies."

"you baked cookies?" mick grins, following behind her excitedly. "chocolate chip cookies?"

"yeah, and butterscotch."

"butterscotch?" lando screams from his spot in the living room next to the couch. he's hunched over slightly, eyes darting all over the floor to find her beloved cat. "are those for me?"

"yes! i'll be right back out with them!" she steps into the kitchen, beaming when she finds logan chopping some meat on the counter. "hey, you. they're all here."

"i heard," logan grins, turning to look at her. "how come they didn't ring the intercom? i could have buzzed them up."

she hums, waltzing over to stand behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "i caught them at the lobby arguing because they forgot to assign somebody to buy alcohol."

"aw, what? no alcohol?" logan frowns, turning slightly to look at her. "did you get the soy sauce from the store?"

"i did! it's all over there," she beams, pointing to the clutter on the other end of the counter. "also, we still have that stash of soju in my room - that should do while i order some drinks to arrive, right?"

"you and soju?" logan raises an eyebrow. "good luck."

"it's meant to be drank like juice if it tastes like juice!" she argues, taking a step away from him. "do you need help preparing dinner?"

"no, i think-"

"sorry to interrupt. hi, logan." their heads turn to the entrance of the kitchen, lando innocently popping his head past the wall to give them a sheepish smile. "where is kidnapper? we've looked everywhere for him in the living room."

"my room, i think," logan grins.

"cool! which one is your room?"

"no!" she screeches, chasing after lando at the door. "he is in the room because you guys always stress him out! leave my baby alone, please."

"no, we came for him!" max shouts from the living room. "which door is your room, logan? tell me or i'll crash into you in bahrain next year and you can't race!"

"i'll literally snap you in half if you do that!" she screeches, disappearing from logan's sight to run into the living room.

"you're like barely 165cm tall!"

"i will find a way!"

"where's the fucking cat, (y/n)?" lando screeches. "which is logan's room where the beautiful cat sits in?"

"he's not even in logan's room," george scoffs, rolling his eyes. he walks past the bickering trio and walks towards the other end of the apartment. "he's in the balcony right there."

"oh," alex grins, walking calmly past them to slide the door open. "hello!"

"wait," mick says. logan walks out of the kitchen, wiping his wet hands on his pants as he comes in to greet everyone. mick slowly lifts his head at the object - objects - hanging from the ceiling in the corner above their decorated christmas tree. "what is that?"

"that's nothing," she answers immediately, trying to brush off the question.

"no, what is that?" sebastian voices out, following mick's stare at the corner of the room with furrowed eyebrows. "is that a..."

alex walks in, kidnapper nuzzled into his chest as he follows their gaze. "are those toasters plugged into your ceiling?"

logan puts his hands on his hips, looking up at the questionable decoration that she decided to put up for a change. growing up, she used to decorate the house for christmas with appropriate decorations and bright colours that would get people into the mood.

however, she vowed this year to be a bit more lax with the decorations since they're not spending it in the uk. there's a mysterious pair of plugs on their ceiling, and she was scrolling on twitter when the idea hit her in the middle of the night about a week ago.

and logan knows better than to try and tell her off.

"and you let this happen?" sebastian says, slightly disappointed as he turns to the williams driver. "why would you let this happen?"

"hey, this is technically her apartment," logan shrugs, yet his face is flushed from the memory of him helping her plug it in at 3 in the morning just to see her smile and giggle. "she still makes the rules."

"i think they've got a word for people like you," lando whispers, dropping his gaze to ponder if he should insult the younger man. "in america, i think they refer to people like you as 'down bad'."

a pillow heads straight for the back of lando's head, the force that it hits him causes him to stumble a couple steps forward. "leave logan alone! no way you're coming into my apartment and openly hate on my boyfriend!"

"there's just no way he thought plugging toasters off the ceiling is a good idea," lando cries, arms flying up to bring attention to the absurdity of the situation. "explain yourself; why you thought this was a good decoration for the holidays."

"mistletoasters," she scowls, hands on her hips as her lips carve into a scowl. "i couldn't find mistletoe in the store, and i was scrolling on twitter the other night and saw that. it's funny!"

"it's a hazard," sebastian points out. "what if it falls on either of you?"

"that's a stupid way to go out," mick mutters, an eyebrow still raised as his stare lingers on the pair of toasters. "maybe you should take it down before it causes an accident."

she sighs. "i can't reach it."

"wait," max speaks out, stepping forward with his hands up. he has his phone in his hand. "let me take a picture."

kidy/n

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kidy/n mistle touch under the tree or something like that idk

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user1 that caption for a photo featuring logan is kinda

user2 that wasnt very just friends of u y/n

user3 any bets when they will realise theyre both hopelessly in love with one another?

user4 any bets when they will tell us they’ve been dating for YEARS?

user5 i’d hate to be either of their partners if they’re like this

user6 very gbf situation 💀

oscarpiastri you guys r so right, theyre so red flag coded

lilyzneimer oscar pls apologise

sabrinacarpenter ❤️

kidy/n NO SHOT do u WANNA GET MARRIED TO ME

logansargeant 👁️

landonorris the mistletoaster is so ???

charles_leclerc the what?

sebastianvettel worst holiday decoration i’ve ever seen

kidy/n no hating pls, im just trying to bring about the xmas spirit

maxverstappen1 took the fun out of christmas and for what

williamsracing did logan choose that decoration?

kidy/n yeah :/

logansargeant NO I DIDNT?

andrettiracing kiss me under the mistletoe 👉🏼👈🏼

logansargeant me? 🤪

andrettiracing sure!

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redid this old thing w just the slightest design tweaks :]

ALSO I ACTUALLY HAVE. PROPER LORE FOR HIM PLS IGNORE THE OLD POST I HAD NOT PROPERLY ESTABLISHED EARTH-6275 AT THAT POINT..HERE IS HIS TIMELINE:

[1991] Born to parents Michael and Riley Gargan in Sydney. Both parents only graduated with a high school degree, and work in a fish market. They save up for their son's education. [2009] Mac enters university to study to become a chemistry teacher. Excels in teaching, above average in chemistry. [2013] Pushes his degree further into a Masters while volunteering at a local high school to gain experience with students (he's already got practical assignments from university, but Mac likes the extra experience). [2015] Graduates, manages to secure a job at a university in Melbourne. Mac has to move from Sydney, his parents couldn't be more proud of him. He spends the rest of his years employed there, being known as the most enthusiastic and friendliest teacher in the school. He often sends money back home to his parents. [Late 2022] Mac gets a letter from his parents mentioning their financial struggles, which confused him considering how much money he'd been sending every month but he still wanted to help. It sounded dire, and he wasn't making enough to cover the debt the letter talked about so he needed to find another way to help. He spotted a newspaper ad calling for test subjects for a government experiment, promising big bucks. The amount was more than enough to help his parents, so Mac signed up. [Mid-2023] Missing for months from teaching, Mac re-emerged as someone entirely different. Scorpion. A fighter, a dangerous enemy. An equal to the Spiders. An unstable man. A compassionate man. Trapped in Scorpion. Mind broken.

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https://www.science.org/content/article/type-hormone-therapy-may-determine-whether-trans-men-continue-menstruate

If you haven't been to science.org in the past month you should get one free article and be able to read it. Also if you turn off Javascript, there will be what looks like the blocking banner, but you can scroll down and read it all. Key takeaway from this preliminary study:

Not too long though, full thing below the cut. And here is the link to the actual paper, open access: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/26895269.2024.2403140

Taking testosterone can help transgender men gain “masculine” traits: hairier bodies, deeper voices, and no more menstruation. However, for some trans men, menstruation continues during such treatment, a symptom called “persistent menstruation.” The reasons for this are poorly understood by both researchers and clinicians.

A new study suggests the type of hormone replacement therapy (HRT) may be key. People using a gel or cream were 10 times as likely to continue to menstruate than those receiving injections, researchers report this month in the International Journal of Transgender Health. The work could better help those with gender dysphoria—the mismatch between a person’s gender identity and the one they were assigned at birth.

“Previous data has been mixed about the relative impact of dosage, serum testosterone levels, and route of administration on cessation of menstruation,” says Andrew Fisher, executive director of the Trans CARE program at the University of Chicago, who was not affiliated with the study. “These researchers’ contribution to the literature adds to a growing body of knowledge that will eventually allow clinicians greater ability to tailor [HRT] to individual needs.”

The new research is part of TRANSform, a trans-led study in Australia that tracks the health of trans people ages 16 or older, focusing on topics the community has questions about, such as gynecological care for trans men. Researchers led by sexologist Sav Zwickl and endocrinologist Ada Cheung of the University of Melbourne collected survey data from transmasculine people who were being followed for pelvic pain. The researchers examined data related to the type and length of HRT and experiences of menstruation before and after beginning the therapy. If participants were on HRT for more than 6 months or didn’t experience menstruation before starting the treatment, they were excluded from the study.

The team selected 401 participants ranging from ages 16 to 62, with a median age of 27. Five participants reported themselves as intersex, meaning they had a variation of sex characteristics that didn’t fall into typical male or female classifications.

The age that participants began taking HRT and menstrual regularity prior to taking HRT didn’t matter—what did was the way they took medication. Testosterone HRT is typically offered as either injections or as gels or creams rubbed onto the skin daily. Consistently taking testosterone usually results in stopping periods by the 6-month mark. Although nearly 23% of the participants continued to menstruate after 6 months of HRT, those using gel or cream were 10 times more likely to have persistent menstruation than those taking injections.

The findings could help trans people and their clinicians make decisions about their treatment plan, Cheung says. The work, she adds, is especially important for those interested in halting their menstrual cycle, which contributes to gender dysphoria and distress for many.

Still, more experiments will be needed to confirm the results, Cheung and Zwickl say. Future clinical studies should test the blood serum levels of testosterone rather than relying on survey responses, they say. “The survey nature of this means it’s self-reported,” Zwickl says. “For those taking testosterone for longer, it might mean recollections of when their period stopped and their dosages aren’t entirely accurate.”

Fisher also notes that Australia and Europe use long-acting testosterone, which is chemically different than the testosterone therapies used in other countries including the United States and parts of South America. As such, he says, it’s unclear whether the results of the new study apply globally.

Still, Zwickl says the study is a good first step. They say the high response rate to the survey and the rapport the research group has built with the trans community in Australia allowed the team to be able to conduct such a large study in the first place.

“The field of trans study is in its infancy,” Cheung adds. “It’s useful for trans people to have these studies, to know what to expect from their treatments. And hopefully we’ll continue to build our knowledge base in this area.”

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