I Have Three Incredible Synopses To Write But I'm Lazy, I Should Be Writing Them, But I'm Lazing Around

I have three incredible synopses to write but I'm lazy, I should be writing them, but I'm lazing around here

Could you do Toto Wolff with wife reader? Everything was a bit chaos during the race season. So he got them a ticket for a family vacation. Also Jack is their son (can't leave him, he's so 🥺) With"hugging the other from behind" and *arm around their waist & voice a low whisper ; "I have something to tell you." Fluff and maybe a little suggestive 👀 Tag me later!! Thanks!! :))

This is so cute! Omg-

Yes, I will do something with this today, can you hold back your anxiety a little?

I wanted to write a series, maybe about Toto or Lewis, but I have no idea how to start or what the main point would be. I am the shame of the ficwriter category

Even in paradise there are problems.

summary: When tiredness and exhaustion lead him to say things he doesn't mean to, Toto sees his marriage slip through his fingers without him seeing a solution. Y/N doesn't seem willing to forgive him and Toto has given up on apologizing, the end seems to be inevitable.

At least that's what they both think.

cw: conflict, communication failures, indirectness, withdrawal, defensive behavior. Reconciliation, apology, dirty talk, p in v, receiving oral, pet names, overstimulation

a/n: You're going to hate Toto *evil laughs* I made him a little OC (it was a necessary evil). I always wanted to write something along these lines, but I could never find the starting point, I have to thank anon who sent this. You are perfect, understand.

Before:

You couldn't say exactly when the problems started, but at a certain point in your marriage, they were there, poking at you and Toto, making little things unbearable to deal with. You have always prided yourself on resolving things with maturity and intelligence, valuing a frank and undisguised conversation; however, this has become a difficult task.

Distance and work are the greatest of all evils.

You hated demonizing Toto's work, especially because he loved what he did and you admired him for it. You loved every time he came home, it like was as if you were on a new Honeymoon, where all that prevailed between you was passion and the desire to extinguish the longing between you both.

This time he had little time at home, just four days before he had to fly to the next race, which you and Jack couldn't attend. And all he cared about were updates, car problems, team alignment, statistics and a bunch of other shit that wasn't important to you at that moment. You covered Jack, the boy mumbled sleepily and continued sleeping. You loved it when he was home, Susie kept the joint custody agreement standing, even when Toto wasn't home.

You were extremely grateful to the woman, as you loved Jack as if he were your own son.

He left him sleeping and went to look for his husband in the office, Toto had just left a meeting and was now rereading some of his own notes, you knocked softly on the door and entered.

"Jack asked why you didn't go and put him to bed" you said, sitting on the opposite end of the table, looking at paperwork on the table.

"I was ready to go, but I was called to an important meeting..." Toto replied distractedly, so he didn't see you roll your eyes or huff in frustration at that. "We can have breakfast tomorrow before I have to travel to Melbourne"

"Toto you are missing important things, our wedding anniversary, Rosa and Benedict's birthdays... I understand that your work is important, but you need a break..." You said, tracing the grain of the table top, following the jagged lines with your fingers.

“We’re having a bad season, Y/N, I need to figure out how to make this better, and these things take a lot of time.”

"I understand! And I like how dedicated you are to your work, but you have other priorities too!"

He leaned back in the armchair, tiredness and exhaustion distorting the smooth functioning of his mind, making things difficult to understand. Toto took a deep breath, wanting the conversation to end and so that he could return to work as soon as possible.

"You don't seem to complain about my job when it supports this house and the luxuries you maintain, Y/N" he said, focusing back on his notes. Your eyes widened in shock at what he had said.

"What?" His voice came out as a sigh.

""Actually, I don't hear anyone complaining that I work too much when I pay for trips, clothes, toys, accessories, parties with friends and other nonsense" Toto continued, with an even more rude tone. "As long as I maintain these superficialities, I don't hear complaints, but it's enough that I don't follow the instructions for you to come and bother my mind."

"Are you fucking listening to what you're saying, Torger?!" You exclaimed, standing in front of the table. The tension in your body was so much, that the blood made your veins bulge in your forehead and neck, anticipating a damn headache. "I can't believe you're actually saying this nonsense!"

"The only thing I've heard lately is your constant complaining," he snorted. "I always knew women complained, but you exceed expectations, for God's sake."

You couldn't tell if your tears were angry or sad, maybe it was both.

"If that's how you think, Torger, then I think you'd better be the one to explain to Jack why you haven't been putting him to sleep." You said, wiping away the few tears that appeared. Toto looked up, not really looking at her.

"I don't understand why you care about this, Y/N..." He said. "Jack is not your son."

That was enough to break his heart completely.

You decided to leave, leaving him alone. You wouldn't shed a single tear in front of Toto. By God, you wanted to kill him! And you wanted to cry myself dry.

Sniffling, he went to bed with Jack, wrapping his arms around the child's body, humming a lullaby that his mother had taught him many years ago.

Of everything Toto had said, that was the cruelest, without a doubt.

Toto had slept in the office, flashes of the previous night appeared in his mind and he sank into the armchair. The things he had said to his wife were unforgivable. He could blame it on the tiredness mixed with the stimulants he had taken a few hours before that dark conversation. But it was all his fault.

He left the office and found her in the living room, watching TV with Jack, the two were engrossed in the cartoon.

"Y/N" he called you and you made it clear that you had heard him, but you didn't pay him any attention. His words still reverberating in your mind. You had told Jack that you were upset with his father and didn't want to talk, so it was the boy who responded to Toto.

"We're watching cartoons now, dad. We can not talk" Jack said and snuggled back into you. Jack was always an empathetic boy and the connection you two had was very strong, so much so that not even Toto, neither did Susie mind when he started calling you mom, voluntarily. So it was no surprise that Jack was also upset, even if he didn't know why, whenever possible, Jack would stay by his side.

Toto gave a tired sigh and nodded, he knew you would only talk to him when you felt ready. And after what Toto had said, he couldn't blame you. He left them watching TV, needed to pack a suitcase and request a flight to Australia. You needed space and he would give it to you.

Between the task of sorting clean clothes and making the necessary calls, Toto wrote a note, in fact it was a long letter apologizing. And he was aware of how much you valued handwritten letters, Toto hoped it could serve as a premise for his apology. When he returned to the room, you and Jack were still watching cartoons, he said goodbye, hearing a "bye daddy" from Jack and a significant silence from you.

Toto would give anything so you could forgive him, he would do anything. Knowing that you were hurt by him was worse than death, Toto had been cruel and mean, saying things that were far from the truth.

Hours after his departure, just when Jack had already eaten lunch and was doing his schoolwork, you picked up the note that your husband had written.

“I understand the whole reason for your anger, mein liebe. I wasn't fair to you and your concerns, you were acting like a great wife and I was nothing short of a bastard.

I know I've been making things complicated and putting everything on you to cope. Nothing I say will be enough to apologize to you, but that doesn't mean I won't try.

With all love and regrets, Toto."

You put the note in your drawer, sighing heavily as you absorbed the words of the letter. Perhaps Toto's apology was sincere, but it wouldn't undo the pain that had arisen. Tears burned the waterline of your eyes and you finally allowed yourself to cry without reservation.

There was still no chance of forgiveness for Toto.

To be continued...

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