LONG LIVE THE TWISTED BROTHERS!!!!!!!!! HAIL!!!!!

This is what I live for!!! 🥺🥺

Could you do fic for jealous!Toto Wolff with wife reader? The Merc garage has invited someone to the paddock and it's someone who the reader idolizes (male). Her whole attention goes to him and Toto's feel jealous because he's always away and can't spend time with her eyes when he's home. But she assured him that everything is fine. Add something else to it if you want to. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :)(

divorce babe divorce | toto wolff

toto gonna be stressing through this whole fic

Before the 2023 F1 season ended, it had been announced that Keanu Reeves would take part in a documentary about Brawn GP formula one team. It was no secret that the actor had a big passion for motorsports so as a way to promote the upcoming documentary, Keanu was invited to COTA. Toto kept this information from you since you. He knew that younger you had a massive crush on Keanu, you told him many times when you watched one of Keanu’s movies. You teasing Toto that you would leave him for Keanu started off as a joke, but he was always overthinking.

Austin was hot. It was Texas after all, they had unpredictable weather every day, but race day just so happened to be sunny. You were seated in Toto’s chair in the Mercedes garage, scrolling on your phone when you heard Lewis call your name. You turned your head and saw him walking towards you with the man you had been crushing on when you were a teenager.

“This is Mrs. Wolff, y/n meet Keanu.” Lewis introduced you. He smiled wide, he also knew you were a Keanu fan.

“H-Hi, oh god. Welcome! I heard Mercedes was going to have a guest i just wasn’t expecting. . . you.” You said nervously. “It’s definitely not a bad thing! Don’t take it like that!”

Keanu laughed. “Nice to meet you. Thank you for having me. This whole experience is incredible.”

Lewis excused himself when he noticed how relaxed you had gotten. He felt confident you could be on your own with Keanu so he left to get ready for the race.

When Toto entered the garage, he really wasn’t expecting to see another man make his wife laugh and smile.

How could she laugh at another man’s jokes? Was I not funny enough? Maybe I’m trying too hard or not enough? And she’s smiling! How could she sit there and laugh? thought Toto.

Before Toto could continue overthinking, you called for him.

“Keanu, this is my husband, Toto.”

Toto forced a smile. “I’m her husband.”

Keanu continued to be his genuine self and talked to Toto about Formula 1. The team principal only nodded and smiled, occasionally mumbling a yes or a no. You knew something was going on with Toto. Why was he being like that?

Keanu excused himself to go to the restroom before the race started. This was your opportunity to talk to your husband. While you sat in his chair, he stood beside you looking over paperwork.

“What was that about?” You nudged him.

“What?” He questioned, not looking up from his papers.

“You know what. I saw that forced smile. I know you, Torger. Have you forgotten that?” You asked.

Finally Toto put his attention on you. “Am I a good husband?”

“Toto, why are you asking me this?”

“I heard you laughing with him. You haven’t laughed like that in a while. And the way you were smiling, you looked so beautiful,” Toto admitted. “I haven’t been the best husband, I know. I’m always away and you’re always alone in our house.”

You took his hand in yours. “Toto, you are the greatest husband ever. Don’t ever think you’re not. I love you so so much. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, I will love you tomorrow and everyday.”

To Toto, It sounded like a sweet song hearing you say those words.

“I love you too.” He kissed your lips. “But, don’t get mad, but in another universe, would you ever date Keanu if you had the chance?” He curiously asked.

You looked at him with pure love in your eyes. “In every universe, I’d find my way to you.”

mr and mrs hulkenberg - nh27

hello!!! welcome to my first EVER request 😍 ofc its for our lord and savior nico!! absolutely love love love him <3 thank you so much @pear-1206 for this ask! i had an absolute blast writing it, even though i actually have NO idea how to end these types of fics 😭😭

content warning: use of y/n, fem reader, a little suggestive, mr hulkenberg is so inlove with you, german..? NO PHOTOS USED ARE MINE

WARNING: this is an 18+ blog! minors and ageless blogs please DNI! i am not responsible for the content you consume.

wc: 272

if nico was the hulk, you were betty ross. well, nico probably wouldn't last a day as the hulk, and he would probably be very concerned if his wife was a falcon-esque superhero. actually, he'd think that's pretty cool, being a husband to a superhero. a public superhero that is- you're a superhero in his eyes regardless. you were always there for him, even if you weren't there in person. he knew, he always knew. nico and you, you and nico, you two were an unstoppable force.

nico dragged himself into bed, snaking his arm around your stomach and pulling you into his chest. you looked so good, all tired and cozied up. nico was feral when it came to you. fucking feral when your eyes were half shut and he could basically manhandle you. it didn't matter how tired he was, he was always ready to mess you up- if you wanted of course. he was more than happy to leave you be and take care of himself... himself. maybe his age was coming to him, but just looking at you made him want to come. "liebchen... (dear)" he whispered into your ear. his voice, already deep from exhaustion, seemed to drop even lower. "look so good" his fingers ventured lower and lower, until they came to stop above the elastic of your pajama shorts. he smirked when he felt your body shifting into his touch.

"just say the word, y/n" he whispered, pleaded even. it was almost pathetic, how smitten he was about you. "i'll stop if you say so.." you didn't say stop.

I had the most amazing dream last night. It's about me and he getting together and just it's so cute🥺🥺🥺🥺 And that he is DR JACK FUCKING ABBOT!!!!!! Can you believe that???? Just binge watching the Pitt and already dream about him 🫠

Mick🫂❤️Simi

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

“you remind me a lot of your dad”

Please Herrmann needs more love from us!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Love this!!! Thanks @callsign-dexter 😍😍

Surgical Sparks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How has she been?” Matt Casey asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“She’s going to be alright.” He said 

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want my husband.” You said 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

2 Months Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” He said 

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

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when reality sets back in

summary: You used to dream of marrying James when you were younger. Today, he's come to offer his congratulations.

pairing: james norrington x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst and mutual pining; arranged marriage (but not between reader and james) please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

prompt: 42. a kiss to celebrate an engagement

a/n: before tumblr ate all of ren's asks i remember her sending in this prompt and requesting that it hurt. i don't remember which character it was supposed to be for but i think i accomplished that.

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As soon as you stepped outside and the noise of the banquet hall faded into the background, you felt like you could breathe again.

It was a lovely evening, pleasantly warm for London at this time of year. A soothing breeze caught in the fabric of your skirts and made them billow. You stepped away from the terrace doors, moving into the shadows closer to the balustrade, out of sight of anyone just wandering past.

Leaning against the cool stone, you let out a long sigh.

Ignoring the city’s usual stench, the city was quite beautiful in the light of the setting sun.  The river sparkled in the low light, and lanterns were being lit in the streets below, making them flicker with a warm orangey glow.

"I don’t recall the last time I’ve seen you quite this satisfied."

You’d have flinched had it been any other voice behind you. With this one, though, you smiled. "James."

He looked taken aback for a second when you turned to face him, meeting your eyes for just a moment before lowering his head. "Milady."

Your heart fluttered a little when you laughed, an old familiar reaction. "Really? After all this time, Commodore?"

It was almost hidden in the shadows around his face, but you knew him well enough to tell he was hiding a smile of his own. "It’s only proper we start at some point, don’t you think?"

You hummed noncommittally, taking your time looking at him. It had been so long since you saw him last, and yet you felt like it had been mere moments. "I didn’t know you were back in the country."

"Well, I couldn’t have missed your engagement, now, could I?"

Of course. That was the entire reason for the elaborate feast tonight, after all; you’d finally agreed to the match your parents had been gently pushing you to make for ages.

It wasn’t that your future husband wasn’t a good man. He was gentler than most, tall and handsome, and willing to let you keep a good portion of your independence even in marriage as long as you honoured his name and reputation in public. In time, you were sure you’d grow to love him, even.

You’d live out the rest of your days comfortable and reasonably happy.

Still, your hand wanted to reach towards the man you’d always secretly hoped would ask for it first. Wanted to trace the frown line between his brows, the stubble on his chin he missed while shaving, the sharp line of his jaw. He met your gaze with something unspoken in his eyes, like he could see exactly what it was you were craving.

But James Norrington had never once crossed a line with you like that, and you weren’t about to embarrass yourself with an action as improper as that. You clutched your hands in front of you and turned towards the view once more.

"I suppose not," you said quietly, your smile frozen in place now.

He cleared his throat as he stepped up besides you. "Besides, I’m being summoned to Court."

"Nothing bad, I hope?"

"Don’t worry about me." There was a weary quality to his voice you were unfamiliar with. Perhaps, you thought, it had been too long after all.

"You know me," you said with forced lightness, because for the first time, you thought he might not. "I always do."

James lowered his head again, and you weren’t sure what thoughts clouded his mind too much to register the open concern on your face. For a while, you kept quiet, debating with yourself as to how to take up the conversation again.

In the end, you resigned. "How are things overseas?"

"Interesting."

"I bet," you said, words continuing to fall out of your mouth. "Everything’s always the same here. You must have the most fantastical stories."

"Perhaps." If possible, he seemed even more distant than before.

Look at me, you begged silently, even though you’d long since forsaken any right to his attention.

"Did you bring your fiancée?" you made a desperate last attempt. "You must introduce us."

You’d never met Elizabeth Swann yourself, but all of London’s society was agreed that she was both beautiful and intelligent. Someone with the right qualities, the right social standing for someone like James; someone he’d want to look at constantly.

"Ah," he said, not quite a scoff; a last ebb of emotion. "No fiancée, I’m afraid."

"What happened?"

At last, he turned towards you, looking at you as though he was letting himself see you for the first time. "It emerged that our hearts weren’t quite aligned."

Something panged painfully in your chest at those words, the ring on your finger very sharp and heavy all of a sudden. "I’m terribly sorry."

"Don’t be. It was a nice dream. Besides, today is a day of celebration, isn’t it?" he gave you a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You’d always loved James Norrington’s eyes. When you were younger, you wanted to drown in them every second of every day for the rest of your life. That had been a nice dream, too. But in real life, women like you had to make a strategic match, and your parents would never have let you leave England.

The invisible thing between you seemed to whir as he looked at you, but neither of you dared to speak it into existence, even now. It was too precious to be bound into words.

A chill went through you.

"You’re cold," James remarked, blinking. "I should leave you to return to your betrothed."

The air seemed to grow even colder. "Already?"

"I was only going to call upon you for a short while." He hesitated, then reached out for your hand. "My sincerest congratulations, Mrs Hamilton."

He pressed his lips to your knuckles reverently, holding your gaze while still keeping that damn respectful distance between your bodies. You were frozen to the spot, lost to the depth of his eyes and the things left unsaid.

"Thank you," you whispered when he finally lowered your hand once again, his thumb ghosting across your fingers before he let go and the ice returned to your bones. The chatter returned to the background.

Life went on.

You pressed your lips together as he turned to take his leave, but your heart was still pounding wildly, making you follow him, "James!"

He stopped, and you realised you’d grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, holding onto the thick brocade like you could spin it around your fingers and keep him tethered to you. Your voice was shaking. "Will I see you again?"

For a moment, you dared to hope; to dream again, for a beautiful couple of seconds.

He swallowed, his hands clenching into fists once before letting go.

"Of course, darling."

James Norrington had never lied to you before, and maybe it was because of that you knew he wasn’t telling you the truth this time; only what you desperately wanted to hear.

You let him leave, and that dream of yours cracked more and more with each step he took away from you, leaving reality covered in broken pieces.

He did not turn back.

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A Letter To Old Days.

Warnings? None, really! Mostly fluffy, with plenty of longing. Toto Wolff x Reader. One shot.

Words: 1.176.

You remember your 19 years as if it were today, when you used to accompany your younger brother to karting classes. One day, you’re sitting by the edge of the racetrack, impatient, your face resting on the palm of your hand, your eyes wandering bored over the boys zigzagging with their karts. The next, you’re there willingly, observing every movement, waiting with a silent anticipation that you don’t dare confess even to yourself.

At first, the minutes dragged; you counted your brother’s laps on the track as if they were the beats of a lazy clock. But later, each hour seemed to dissolve between muffled laughter and glances that you couldn’t decipher. You vividly remember the days when your mother insisted you go along to the practices, your presence becoming a routine.

You thought you were there out of obligation, a shadow following your younger brother like an obedient guard dog, not realizing that your own freedom was beginning to intertwine with that space.

That’s when your thoughts began to take shape on the pages of your notebook:

So, there is this boy...

Tall, dark-haired, with a smile you couldn’t decipher. He was a bit odd, too quiet for someone who dealt with speed and adrenaline. There was a shyness there, something you couldn’t quite identify at first.

Always observant, always attentive to details that escaped others. Maybe it was this quietness that caught your attention.

Back then, you weren’t good at understanding boys’ behavior. You thought he simply hadn’t noticed you in the same way. Maybe he was just another attentive instructor, too focused on his job to pay attention to the girl who was always hanging around, pretending to be disinterested.

Until your best friend, always more perceptive, said something that caught you by surprise: “You two are flirting. But in the most awkward and innocent way possible.” And suddenly, everything made sense.

The way he hesitated when talking to you, always looking for an excuse to prolong the conversations. The fleeting glances he’d throw your way while adjusting your brother’s helmet, as if he wanted to make sure you were really there. And those smiles... those restrained smiles you thought were just professional courtesy. Casual questions about university exams, musical tastes, anything that could prolong that shared moment.

And, somehow, even without fully understanding it, you started to write more about him in your notebook, as if each word could capture what you felt and the things you didn’t know how to say out loud.

By the time you realized what could have been between you, he had already left the racetrack. So, he ended up being just a few more pages in your notebook, mixed with notes on dreams and random thoughts.

He had dropped out of university, changed jobs, and moved to another country to pursue his dream of becoming a driver. And there, facing the void he had left behind, you found yourself wondering if it had all just been your imagination.

Maybe it was just a game your mind played.

And that was okay if it was. Because, in that moment, you discovered what it was like to fall in love for the first time.

You fell for him.

The first year of university passed in a blur. You threw yourself into studies and social events, not because you were particularly interested, but because it felt like the only way to silence that nagging sense of something missing. You changed majors twice, joined a few clubs, even went to a couple of parties where you pretended to have fun, but nothing really clicked.

Your friends found it odd—how you always seemed a little disconnected, a little too preoccupied. They teased you for being too serious or too grown-up. You’d smile and brush it off, but deep down, you knew they were right. You were trying to outrun something you couldn’t quite name.

Ten years had passed, and your life had taken a direction that the impatient and rebellious nineteen-year-old you once were could never have imagined. Today, you worked in international tax consulting, dealing with numbers, laws, and complex agreements that filled your days and drained your energy. But, even surrounded by folders and endless spreadsheets, motorsport still managed to find its way into your life.

Your brother, now older and even more determined, continued his journey in karting. What began as a youthful passion had turned into a dream he pursued with surprising tenacity. You found yourself frequenting the racetracks again, watching his practice sessions, now as a spectator and supporter, no longer as a reluctant guardian.

Your fiancé — or rather, your ex-fiancé — shared the same passion. He was a fascinating, elegant man, and like so many others, absolutely obsessed with motorsport. You traveled together to watch races, discussed drivers and teams, followed the transfer market with enthusiasm. In the beginning, it seemed perfect. He understood your past, your involvement in the sport through your brother.

Your best friend still kept in touch with him, the boy from your teenage years, and would occasionally update you on his life. This connection, however tenuous, was enough to stir a sense of familiarity, a bittersweet nostalgia that made your ex-fiancé uneasy. He’d raise an eyebrow whenever your friend's updates slipped into conversation, sensing a thread that seemed to pull you back to a past he couldn’t reach.

It wasn’t long before that subtle tension unraveled the engagement. You found yourself standing alone in a bridal boutique in Paris—Rosa Clará, one of those elegant places with gilded mirrors and delicate lace draped over every surface—returning the wedding dress you had once chosen with such certainty. There was an odd comfort in the transaction, as if letting go of the dress was the final step in freeing yourself from a future that no longer felt like your own.

As you handed the dress back, the shop assistant gave you a sympathetic smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. You wondered briefly if she knew the story behind every gown that was returned. The dress, so carefully chosen, now felt like a stranger in your hands—something beautiful and full of promise, yet utterly disconnected from the woman you were now.

When you realized it, you had taken a few days off work and flown back to Styria. You were sitting in Café Strauss, waiting for your friend, your eyes drifting to the door every few minutes. You had just ordered a latte and a slice of sachertorte, letting the steam from your cup calm your nerves, when someone gently asked if they could join you.

“Can I join you?” The voice was tentative, as if testing the waters.

You looked up, expecting your friend, but instead, there he was. The same intense, unwavering gaze, with a more confident smile, yet still that familiar hint of shyness.

“Oh…” You paused, a smile tugging at your lips as you gestured to the chair. “Hi, Toto.” And in that moment, you knew—your friend wasn’t going to show up anytime soon.

And you are still falling.

Inspired by this quote: not very attractive with the girls. Here: Speed Dating with Toto, Lewis, and Valtteri – Part 2! 👏 …as well as this photo: Instagram

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

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

Good luck Checo!!! Gonna miss you so much❤️🥺

I won't deny I'm crying a litle bit after seeing Checo's video on Instagram... he's so resilient, after everything they pulled... hate RBR with all my soul. And I'm sad because he didn't deserve this, he deserved a last race, a last goodbye to the fans who have been with him in this journey. And of course, we are continuining this path with him, but the fact they knew he was out and didn't let him just get some closure...

It's for the best Checo, if we don't see you in 2025 on the grid, we are waiting for 2026, and we'll keep our love for you always.

Never Give Up

#RespectCheco

#WeAreCheco

And at least now I can block RBR from my social media.