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

baby I'm yours

Summary: Where Toto feels slightly intimidated by his girlfriend's groupie approach to his favorite pilot.

a/n: This came about after listening to Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys and I thought I'd write something about this song and luckily for everyone, Toto Wolff was the lucky winner for this little (what can I call it?) piece of heaven? That sounds good...

Miami, 2024.

"Do you think he'll be bothered?" She asked, trying her best not to show too much excitement. Toto looked at her sideways, not understanding.

"Who are you talking about, schatz?" he asked, sliding his index finger across the tablet's screen.

"From Lando, of course! I would love to congratulate him on his victory... but I'm afraid of disturbing him," he confessed, looking at the papaya pilot responding to reporters. Toto followed the direction of her gaze, finding the young driver standing conveniently in front of the Mercedes pit. "I think I should talk to him..."

"I didn't know you were a fan of Norris" he commented dryly, Toto didn't exactly understand the root of his discomfort, but it was there, sticking like a needle and he didn't like the sensation. He was never a jealous man, so he didn't understand where that feeling came from, and he didn't like it at all. "Mhmm since when?"

"I've always been a fan of McLaren and it's never been a secret between us" she explains

"Yes schatz, I know that... You have a huge poster of Senna in your living room and a collection of his shirts in your closet" he replied, finally putting down the tablet and facing his girlfriend. "but I had no idea about Norris"

"He's young and has talent, as well as being very charismatic, it's impossible not to like him" he said, still looking at the British pilot. Toto swallowed the lump in his throat, la There it was, jealousy showing itself. "I will talk to him!"

She jumped off the bench and waited for the journalist to finish the interview, which didn't take more than a minute.

"Lando! I finally had the chance to congratulate you on your victory, you were great today!" she said smiling, Y/N was known by everyone in the paddock, she wasn't just Toto Wolff's girlfriend, but he worked as a Formula 1 correspondent for an American newspaper. It was impossible not to know who she was. Lando accepted her hug and congratulations and they both entered into a lively conversation full of laughter, which was watched over by the eagle eyes of Toto Wolff.

Unwanted thoughts grew in Toto's mind, thoughts that had actually always been there since the beginning of his relationship with Y/N. She was young and still had so much ahead of her, Toto wondered when she would get tired of him and look for someone her own age, who could keep up with her pace... Anyway, there were too many thoughts leaving Toto's mind even more overwhelmed; he looked away from Lando and Y/N, because he knew that if he continued looking, he would make a stupid scene there.

Y/N returned almost thirty minutes later, she was euphoric, with red cheeks and bright eyes, which made Toto's stomach turn violently.

May God have mercy on him!

"He signed my hat! This will look great in my collection" she said smiling, looking at the signature on the brim of the hat. "He's a really lovely boy."

Toto grumbled in response, looking for his cell phone on the table, among the papers that he had no idea where they came from.

"Bae, are you okay?" she asked, resting her hand on his forearm, feeling his warm skin, a reaction that only appeared when Toto was at the peak of his own emotions. A snap shook her mind, maybe Y/N wasn't discreet when celebrating her favorite team's victory, especially when Toto's team had a bad result. "Oh, I really was an idiot, wasn't I? Mercedes didn't do well today and I was acting like a bitch here..." he said quietly, he didn't want to make things even worse. "I'm sorry for being so obtuse..."

"Don't worry about it, it's never been a secret to anyone here that you're a McLaren fan, and everyone's fine with that..."

"So what's bothering you?"

"Won't you give up on this?"

"You know I'm not, now tell me why you look like that."

Toto took a deep breath and took her to the private room in the garage, he didn't want anyone on the team — or Netflix — to see.

"You'll never hear me say this again, but I'm jealous" he confessed, feeling vulnerable in that moment , running his hand through his messy hair, Y/N's eyes widened, she never imagined hearing that from him, after all, Toto exuded confidence, as if nothing could shake his structures.

"Jealousy?" She questioned in surprise "whose?"

"Who else would it be? The boy Norris!"

Y/N's response was genuine laughter, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Oh bae, I'm not buying this... Are you jealous of Lando? Really?!"

Toto looked at her offended, was she really laughing at him? I knew I should have kept quiet. He planned to leave the room, but Y/N stopped laughing and stopped him.

"It's unbelievable that you're jealous of Lando, Torger! If it was Fernando or Sebastian... even Lewis I would understand, but Lando? Are you kidding me, bae?"

"What you mean?"

"I don't like young guys, Toto," she said, pressing her body against his as she tried in vain to match their heights. "I thought I made it clear that I prefer older guys, or rather, I prefer you."

Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her smoothly until their faces were aligned. The storm in his thoughts calmed and a warm wave of love took over. "It's good to know that"

"What can I do? Guys my age don't know how to treat me." She said and offered a kiss, which Toto didn't deny. He held the back of her head tightly and tilted the smaller girl's head, Y/N sighed contentedly. "How can you be jealous of Lando? He's a boy!"

Toto rolled his eyes, but didn't let go of her, just brought her closer until there was no free space between them.

"You can't judge me, your eyes shone for him!" he replied, making her wrap her legs around his torso. "Anyone would be the same way.

"Don't be silly, I would look the same way at Oscar or any other McLaren driver... Baby, I'm yours."

Toto he agreed with a murmur, but then looked at her with dilated pupils "So I need to keep you away from Alonso and Lewis? Thank God Sebastian retired!”

"Oh God, I have a monster!" she scolded, laughing.

Could you do Toto with wife reader? They argued about something and they were not speaking. The team were tiptoeing around them, not wanting to make matters worse. Jack being the attentive child, takes matters into his own hands. He made plans to reconcile them back. He plans to stargaze with them and just have peace, hopefully they can settle it for once. In the end, they did. A little angst and maybe quite suggestive. Do it how you like. Thanks!! :))

Someone kill me now if this isn't paradise

As I'm a big addict of anguish with happy endings, I'm going to love writing this request, especially since we have an adorable Jack playing the conciliatory Cupid with his parents.

You bet yes, sweetie, we'll have it written down

Okay, I'll choose someone to send me this card here

Everyone is so beautiful here, but I confess that Mick's smile is the most beautiful thing in the world 😩🥰

tattoo doodles | CS

Summary: Where Carlos prefers to stay at home and admire his girlfriend's tattoos rather than attend another one of the team's parties.

cw: This right here is what we call dirty cuteness, because Carlos Sainz is the kind of man who can't give compliments without flirting with his girlfriend.

They were very late for the Ferrari party, there were almost a dozen calls from his advisor asking where he was, but to be honest, Carlos wasn't worried about being late, not when his girlfriend looked heavenly in front of the mirror. Carlos placed his hands on the bed behind him and leaned his body back, having a better view of the woman standing in front of him, Y/N finished putting on her earrings, grumbling about how late they both were

"If I hadn't given in to your flirtations, we wouldn't be late and Luna wouldn't be freaking out on the phone" she scolded, staring at her boyfriend in the reflection, but Carlos just shrugged, he had no intention of going to this party, but the Spaniard couldn't miss the opportunity to see his wife in one of those dresses that left her tattoos on display.

"It's not my fault if I can't resist you..." Carlos replied, putting on his best poor face, which Y/N didn't believe for a second, she knew how shameless her boyfriend could be when he wanted to be. "You know I have a soft spot for your tattoos"

He stood up and stood behind her, staring at their reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes went down the entire complexion of the woman's body, admiring every bit of the beautiful vision that Y/N was. The white dress made her tattoos stand out beautifully against her skin, and drew intense reactions from the pilot.

"Don't look at me like that, Carlos..." she scolded, pointing her index finger at her reflection.

"And how am I looking at you, corazón?" He hummed the question and ran his fingers innocently up her arm until he reached her shoulder.where he brushed aside his hair and kissed the tattoo he had there, one of his favorites.

The sound of her panting made Carlos smile.

"The way it makes it look like you want to devour me," she said, sighing, because Carlos wasn't satisfied with her shoulder and was pressing small, soft kisses on her neck. "We're going to be late, Carlos..."

"I want this party to go to hell, Mi amor... Nothing is more important than you" the answer came out as a hoarse moan and he placed his hand on her stomach, making Y/N lean her back against his shoulder. "I'd rather stay here and count all your tattoos..."

Y/N's head fell back, finding support on his chest, giving Carlos more space to kiss her neck, her body no longer had autonomy, she was surrendered to the pilot's will. "I thought you knew by heart how many I have..."

"but corazón, you know I always lose count" Carlos said softly. "Have I told you how much I love your tattoos?"

"Today?" she choked on the answer, Carlos had left a light red bruise over one of her neck tattoos, which made her body heat up and respond to him. "not yet."

"Ah mi amor, I love every one of your tattoos, I love the story of each one of them and how fucking sexy they make you... I really can't resist you and all those cute doodles"

"Carlos..."

"Yes, tesoro?"

Nothing came out of her mouth but whimpers and tearful mumbles.

Carlos finished untying the knots on her dress and took her to bed. She leaned on her elbows, watching him get rid of his tie and jacket "Can you be quiet for me, hearty? I'm going to start counting now, and I'd hate to lose myself..."

She sighed, his voice reverberating across her skin. The party was actually forgotten.

Author note: maybe I got a little out of line? I can't hold back too much when it comes to Carlos Wonderful Sainz, what can I do if this man is a dream?

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