[mirohlayo]

lyna. she/her. france. mclaren. mercedes. ferrari. ˎˊ˗

mainly lando norris content but also other f1 drivers, sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes

⋆.˚ i don't write smut and driver x driver

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[mirohlayo]

take your time, you don't have to rush to get back on here <3

this is the most adorable thing I've read today, thanks love 💓 I promise I won't rush to get a new fic done and I'm taking my time don't worry !! <3

[mirohlayo]

hey, just checking in with you. hope all is good and that you have a wonderful day :)

Heyy omgg thank you !! 🥹 I'm sorry I took a (very) long time to reply but reading this made my day, love you !! Everything is going well dw ahah, a lot of things happened these past few months and I have been reaaally inactive due to some complications. I stopped writing but probably not for long... ;)

[mirohlayo]

MY PRETTY BOY

pairing: fool!student!lando x uni!student!reader

warning: none, fluff, and fluffff

university smau, where Lando is completely smitten with his girlfriend who tends to be a bit of a bully to him, but in a funny way (also let's pretend oscar and lily are friends with both reader and lando in this one)

note : i love uni/highschool student lando idk why

yourusername just posted !

liked by landonorris, yourbff, lilyzneimer, friend1, friend2 and others....

yourusername: coffee, beautiful girl, studies

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landonorris: this beautiful girl looks exactly like my beautiful girlfriend 😍

⤷ yourusername: impressive, she must be so cool and amazing then

⤷ landonorris: her boyfriend too

yourbff: got the smartest bff, i'm a lucky one

⤷ yourusername: gonna get that degree for both of us don't worry 🤞

friend1: you look the happiest in this !!

⤷ landonorris: thanks to who ? 😁

⤷ yourusername: thanks to this absolutely scrumptious delicious cinnamon roll in my hand

⤷ landonorris: i HATE you

friend2: study date when babe ?

⤷ yourusername: as soon as see you, which means tomorrow

⤷ friend2: can't wait then omg

⤷ landonorris: and me ? ☹️

⤷ yourusername: no

lilyzneimer: girl help me, oscar is going insane cause lando keep crying about the fact you bully him in the comments

⤷ yourusername: ahw, i love my lando ❤️

⤷ landonorris: O.M.F.G baby i love you too i'm so in love with you ❤️

landonorris just posted !

liked by oscarpiastri, yourusername, maxfewtrell, friend1 and others...

landonorris: i'm the one 4 u, y/n ❤️

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yourusername: caption is embarrassing but thanks i guess

⤷ landonorris: oh 😀

maxfewtrell: the last pic mate, do you do weddings ??

⤷ landonorris: ... only for those who will actually end up getting married 😁

⤷ pietra.pilao: ??

⤷ yourusername: dw babe he's not acting like a good boy lately

⤷ landonorris: call me that again 🤤

⤷ yourusername: wtf-

oscarpiastri: i need to expose you mate but you're an horrible golf player

⤷ landonorris: it's not me it's the fucking BALL

friend1: why does y/n seems more interested in the sunset than you ??

⤷ landonorris: she's just shy on pictures but do not doubt her love for me ❤️

⤷ yourusername: doubt it please 🙏

⤷ landonorris: oh well i love you too baby 😀

friend2: we need to go karting together again man !!

⤷ landonorris: sure !

yourusername just posted !

liked by yourbff, friend2, friend3, landonorris, pietra.pilao, maxfewtrell and others...

yourusername: got my little campus joker studying 📚

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landonorris: i preferred the part where i was able to kiss you

⤷ yourusername: lando you can't say that

landonorris: guys it's bullshit i wasn't even studying, i just missed her ☹️

⤷ yourusername: that's why you almost hit me when i interrupted you in your concentrate state

⤷ landonorris: ... don't expose me like that

yourbff: you guys are the cutest i'm in love with your relationship

⤷ landonorris: i'm in love with her too

⤷ yourusername: you're cute

⤷ landonorris: omg she called me cute guys i'm sobbing 🥹

friend3: wow so lando study on instagram now that's an interesting way... to learn things

⤷ yourusername: i tried to expose him but guess he didn't even notice it

⤷ landonorris: i just noticed it BABYI SWEAR WHEN I'LL CATCH YOU

⤷ yourusername: love you sweetheart

⤷ landonorris: ahww nevermind i love you too angel 😘

pietra.pilao: my smart girl 💕

⤷ yourusername: 💗

maxfewtrell: ain't no way you got lando studying he would rather lose a race than study

⤷ yourusername: guess he values me that much to get into studying

⤷ landonorris: yes love i do

⤷ yourusername: uh did not ask ??

landonorris just posted !

liked by yourusername, maxfewtrell, pietra.pilao, oscarpiastri, friend1 and others...

landonorris: guess who scored himself a date 💐

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yourusername: you said that like i'm not already ur girlfriend

⤷ landonorris: you called yourself my girlfriend oh my 😍

yourusername: you almost choked me on the third pic

⤷ landonorris: oh you liked it so 😏

⤷ yourusername: i'm blocking you

⤷ landonorris: wait- NO BABY I'M KIDDING don't block me pretty girl

pietra.pilao: Y/n is gorgeous 💗

⤷ landonorris: she's mine, too bad for you

maxfewtrell: man you gotta fight for your girl AND for your own rights 😭

⤷ landonorris: I KNOW RIGHT i can't even publicly show my love and devotion to my girl

⤷ yourusername: maybe try harder 🤷‍♀️

⤷ landonorris: i think I'm hallucinating guys did you read the same thing as me ?

friend1: oh mate you're smitten

⤷ landonorris: i am and I'm not complaining at all

oscarpiastri: lily saw your post and now i had to plan something for us too. good job man 😐

⤷ landonorris: osc, don't be so pessimistic, you should thank me for this opportunity i gave you

⤷ oscarpiastri: how could i top your date mate ?

⤷ landonorris: i know i planned a perfect date, but don't worry you can still try as hard as me 🙂‍↕️

⤷ yourusername: he just gave me flowers and... that's pretty much all

⤷ landonorris: WHAT stop lying i invited you to that chic restaurant you wanted to try for ages

⤷ yourusername: i know babe just messing up with you, you're perfect ❤️

yourusername just posted !

liked by landonorris, yourbff, lilyzneimer, pietra.pilao, maxfewtrell, friend4 and others...

yourusername: even though i bully you (and that you'll never be as smart as me), i love you with all of my heart, my pretty boy. It has always been you and i'll always be proud of you, no matter what ❤️

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landonorris: angel, i love you so much it hurts

landonorris: i'm the luckiest and happiest man in the world with you

⤷ yourusername: I'M the luckiest and happiest girl in the world 😚

landonorris: she's all mine guys don't be so jealous

⤷ yourbff: she was mine before you but you two are cute together so i'll leave you for this time

yourbff: my adopted children 🥺

⤷ yourusername: mum we miss youuu

⤷ landonorris: uh no i only miss YOU baby

lilyzneimer: the cutest couple of the campus

⤷ yourusername: not as cute as you and osc

⤷ oscarpiastri: osc ?? lando must be a fan of me cuz it looks like i'm his favorite topic of conversation

⤷ yourusername: he is for sure

⤷ landonorris: stop spreading true rumors

maxfewtrell: still can't believe lando pull a girl like you, seriously

⤷ landonorris: i'm taking this personally, very offensing of you max

friend4: the karting pic ahww

⤷ yourusername: the only times he doesn't let me win 🙄

⤷ landonorris: sorry baby but i'll let you win next time since i love you so much 🧡

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS AND YOU (their crush)

KISSING THEIR CHEEKS

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none just fluff

note : little nod to max's 4th championship win, congrats to him, sooo proud !!

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

I know for sure boy was blushing so so hard. But it's absolutely adorable and cute. Oscar is very patient with you, and even though he dreams of being able to touch you in a more than friendly way, of being able to at least have the right to a little kiss, he restrains himself and tries not to act under his impulses. . However, when you decided to quickly kiss him on the cheek, out of nowhere, he actually felt himself melting from the inside. His cheeks have never blushed so much, and his heart has never beaten so quickly.

─ LANDO NORRIS

Ugh, you guys can barely hold eye contact, but he's already so in love. So mad in love even. Despite the fact that you are still shy, especially him, that you struggle to make eye contact without blushing afterwards, Lando can't help but ask for more. Just a little extra. So, when he walked you to your doorstep, he immediately asked you if he could have even a mini kiss. Your lips naturally landed on his cheek, brushing against it, almost like a ghost kiss. And when you pulled back oh... He was already touching the place where your lips rested, cheeks as pink as yours.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

This was absolutely surprising to Charles. But he would love to be able to feel that feeling again. When your lips pressed naturally against his cheek, your hands framing his face perfectly. He didn't move for at least a good two minutes, trying to figure out what just happened. If it was real. He was so shocked that he didn't see you lean in again to place another sweet kiss. He blinked a few times, and you could only giggle silently. Oh, it was the best day of his without a doubt. And if he could live it again, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second before saying yes.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

He only had eyes for you. And he loved seeing you smile, and making you happy. So from time to time he spoils you, and although you don't like it when he buys so many things for you, you always end up thanking him warmly because after all, it's adorable. You always hugged him, hugging him a little tighter each time, but this time it was different. You wanted a change from hugs, so with a surge of courage and love you gently kissed his cheek to thank him. He was dizzy, almost on the verge of passing out. He couldn't hold back a shy smile, and above all he couldn't settle for a hug from now on.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

He waited there patiently, sitting in a corner of the garage before getting in his car. You were a few feet away from him, watching the mechanics adjust the final modifications to the car. He couldn't help but admire you. And stare at your lips. God, he would give anything to be able to feel them against his skin. And as he was about to get in the car, he stopped when he felt your arm rest on his forearm. And without knowing how, your lips crashed onto his cheek in a quick kiss. His best smile appeared on his face, as he tried to hide his blush by putting on his helmet. Finally, his wish came true, right?

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

He can't stop replaying the scene in his head. He already found you so perfect, so beautiful and incredibly intelligent. It wasn't just a crush anymore, it was George, a simp for you. But already his heart was speeding up just by looking at you, he really thought it was going to stop beating when you gently kissed him on his cheeks. It was pure, sweet and... terribly affectionate. He tried to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess. His whole body was telling him to kiss you and tell you everything he has in his heart right now. And he's sure that day will come soon, because there's no way another day will pass without a kiss from you.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

As the race draws to a close, Max is finally a 4th time F1 world champion. And getting out of his car, as he proudly waves his arm to greet the crowd, only one thing is on his mind. You, you and only you. So it was natural that he found you among the crowd, looking at you as if only you existed in the world. His hair was still damp, his face still covered in drops of sweat, but that absolutely didn't stop you from pressing your soft lips against his cheek, for a long time. Passionately. And oh, that sweet gesture was better than any championship. His eyes spoke for themselves.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDIO

He will never, ever stop teasing you about the kiss you gave him. Quite simply because he loves seeing you smile and laugh, but above all because he secretly wants you to repeat this gesture over and over again, for eternity. Honestly, you wouldn't even have to ask him for permission as he will already be ready to receive another kiss from you on the cheek. It was by far the most beautiful experience of his life, and oh, his heart always asks for more when he sees you. So, he hopes to feel your lips on his skin again, even if it costs him to tease you all day long.

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS SLEEPING WITH YOU

FOR THE FIRST TIME

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none, full of fluff

note : cutest thing I've ever written (I say that to every fics I write)

─ OSCAR PISTRI

Boy is half excited and half nervous. He's already dreading the moment, imagining all the possible scenarios in his head. What is he supposed to do? Stay on the side of your bed? Wrap his arms around you? Tangle his legs with yours? He's beyond stressed, and the very idea that you don't feel comfortable makes him panic even more. But the relief he felt when you just snuggled up to him. It was just... natural. His arms naturally wrapped around you as he gently stroked your hair, your head on his chest. He was soothed, and couldn't hold back a slight smile, feeling his body warm up, feeling his heart overflowing with love.

─ LANDO NORRIS

He plays it cool, confident, but inside he can't deny the fact that he's slightly panicking. Since the very day he met you, being head over heels for you, he has imagined this scenario hundreds of times. Obviously, he dreamed of finally sleeping with you, feeling your body fit perfectly with his and just being able to cuddle you all night. So when the day finally arrives, he tries to act as he imagined in his head. Both lying on the bed, he didn't wait a single second before pulling you against him, holding you tightly so that you couldn't escape. His cheeks are probably very pink, but it's adorable, just like the way you fell asleep. In each other's arms.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

He comes out of your bathroom after changing into his pajamas, and ends up finding you already ready for sleep, lying in your bed, which is now getting ready to be shared with your boyfriend. This is the first time you're going to sleep together. This information seems to paralyze Charles, who remains planted against the doorframe, not knowing if he should come join you now. You giggle weakly, seeing him completely lost and... a little embarrassed. When he sees you open your arms to encourage him to come join you, he is already nestling his head in the crook of your neck the next second, his arms around your waist. Oh and, no need to add that it was the best night of his life.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

You are already lying in bed, side by side. It must have been a good 5 minutes since you moved, not really knowing what to do. You would love to snuggle up against him, but maybe that's too much for a first night together? That's definitely not what Carlos thinks, who noticed that you were, well... not comfortable in your own bed. He slowly turns towards you, smiling softly at you, as if you were the most beautiful wonder in the world, before pressing your head against his chest, with a gentle gesture. Your body presses against him naturally, as he begins to caress your back lightly. He places a quick kiss on your hair, wishing you both a good night.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

His heart melts just at the thought of finally being able to sleep with you. To be honest, you were looking forward to this moment, and he too could only think about that. He can't help but think about it every second, until your bodies are finally inches apart, under the warm duvet. Lewis can't wait any longer, sleep already overtaking him. Just your simple presence soothes him. Then, it is in a peaceful silence that your bodies finally touch each other, seeking each other's affection. You quietly close your eyes, relaxed, as he inhales your scent, already feeling himself slipping away into dreams. Best night ever, for sure.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

The bed is all ready, the sheets are clean and the duvet freshly laundered. You burrow under the covers first, smiling softly at your boyfriend, who in turn slips under the duvet. You are neither too close nor too far, a reasonable distance but your faces close. Enough that you felt the heat coming from each other's bodies. You don't dare disturb the other person, or make the situation uncomfortable, so it's in these positions that you fall asleep. However, George's body ends up unconsciously searching for you in his sleep. His arms ended up wrapping you in a comforting embrace, his head finding a place in the crook of your neck. And a little smile appeared on his face during the night.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

He was the one who practically begged you to sleep together. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, and above all he wanted to be able to hold you in his arms as long as possible, even at night. So when you were finally free from work and could sleep with him for the first time, he almost jumped for joy. As soon as you set foot on your bed, he had already trapped you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses here and there. It's not even embarrassing, it's just pleasantly adorable and warm. As if you had always slept together since the start of your relationship. And now that your first night together has passed, there won't be another night where he sleeps alone. It's him and you, or he doesn't sleep.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

This man is literally always in a good mood, and never really seems stressed. Except when it comes to you, and especially your first night sleeping in the same bed. His heart is pounding, and he can't hide his nervous expression no matter how hard he tries. You can't deny the fact that you're also somewhat stressed. After all, this is one of your first intimate moments. He could tell you were nervous just like him. And that's why he immediately knew how to lighten the atmosphere, by joking about the situation. All your stress is gone as you laugh until you cry, and your boyfriend laughs out loud, savoring the sweet melody of your laughter. And so, tired from laughing too much, you fall asleep deeply, snuggled up warmly against each other.

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS AND THEIR

FAVORITE TYPE OF HUGS

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none, fluff is fluffing

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

Comforting hug. Ohh, if there's one thing he loves, and that you especially love too, it's the way he hugs you. There's nothing sweeter than feeling his arms wrap around you, your bodies warming each other, and simply letting yourself go into each other's hold. Oscar's hugs are special, unique and intimate. It's a cloud of comfort and happiness, of pure softness, as his lips caress your hair.

─ LANDO NORRIS

Waist hug. It will always be his favorite type of hug. He always starts the day by wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his large hands on either side so you can't escape from his arms. You can only giggle quietly, returning his embrace by resting your head on his muscular chest. You just feel safe, maybe a little too loved by the curly haired guy. And to end his day well, he will start the same routine again, his arms wrapping naturally and perfectly around your waist, as if ultimately his arms were made just for that.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

Passionate hug. His hugs mean everything. It's his way of expressing how much he loves you with all his heart, and how much he can never imagine his life without you. He particularly likes to hold you tightly, passionately in his arms, after a nice race from him. After a podium, a pole position, or simply when he notices that you look at him with that magnificent proud look. There is nothing in the world that makes him want to be happy more, other than hugging you tenderly and passionately. A little tighter every second.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

Back hug. You would always jumped a little as you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, and a muscular body gently press against your back. But you eventually learned that this is how Carlos likes to cuddle, and you have no problem with it. Well, yes, your only problem is that you always ask for more. He loves, he adores seeing you relax quietly in his embrace, while he makes sure to hug you tightly so that you can't escape. But could you honestly escape? Oh, you already know the answer.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

Bear hug. It's perhaps the simplest of hugs, but undoubtedly the best and truest. There's no better feeling than feeling close to each other. Lewis can't help but almost attack you with hugs when he sees you. You look just... so cozy and beautiful, he can't resist. But your body always willingly accepts his big hugs, and even more his little caresses that he gives you on the back, or even on the tip of your shoulder. The closer he is to you, the happier he is.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

Long hug. What's more comforting than a long hug from your boyfriend. He likes to take you by surprise, and hug you for no good reason. He feels like he needs it to function properly. However, he will always prefer long hugs. The ones he gives you when you feel bad, when he wants to share time with you, when he simply wants to show you all his love. So staying longer in each other's arms is like a quiet promise. A promise to love each other no matter what, forever. And it's just... sweet.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

Eye contact hug. There's a good reason this is his favorite type of hug. Admiring your face, and seeing you blush because you can't make eye contact, that's what makes him lose all his senses. Just feeling you warm and safe in his arms makes him absolutely happy, but being able to admire your beauty, that of your eyes and seeing you all flustered makes him so weak. It's like a teasing game for him, and it's not for nothing that it's his favorite game. Obviously he'll never stop, except when it's you who reverses the roles and makes him... all shy and flustered.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

Neck hug. Daniel probably has a wider neck than yours, but that doesn't stop you from continuing to hug him by wrapping your arms around his neck. And that doesn't stop him from kissing you all over your face, delicately placing his hands on your forearms. He just likes to feel loved, and feeling your arms around his neck is like the best feeling in the world. Maybe this hug is extremely intimate, flirty and sexy, but he asks for nothing less. It represents you and it represents him perfectly, so why want to change perfection.

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS AND

QUIET ACTS OF LOVE

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none, fluff

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

Zipping/buttoning your jacket. It has become a habit, almost a reflex for him. He is reserved and calm by nature, so showing his feelings in public is not easy for him. But some of his little actions are proof that he only has eyes for you. Like zipping your jacket before going outside. You're so used to him doing it that you just wait for him to approach you, before zipping your jacket up to your neck, to make sure you don't catch a cold. With a little kiss to finish on the forehead, as a gift.

─ LANDO NORRIS

Tying your shoes when the laces flying around. You don't really know why, but your shoelaces always tend to come undone throughout the day. So, you often stopped to tie them again, and Lando ended up noticing. Since that day, you have never touched your shoelaces again. There will always be that adorable boy with curly hair who will tie your shoelaces before they can even come undone, because there's no way his girl is going to get hurt by tripping over them.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

Pulling you closer when you're cold. It might be the cutest thing he could do. Often the weather is terrible, and you always find yourself shivering with only a few layers of clothing on you. Not enough to warm you up. But your boyfriend is always close to you, and especially ready to pull you closer to his body when he sees you trembling, frozen in place. He gently pulls you by the waist, taking care that his arm surrounds you and that his body can warm you quietly.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

Wiping something off your face. Oh, it's definitely an excuse from him so that he can admire your face or just touch you even for a short while. He's always trying to find every little detail or disturbing thing on your face, just so he can enjoy your beauty and caress your soft skin. You're not even surprised anymore when you notice that he has several packs of tissues in his bag just in case you get something on your face. After all, his princess has to keep her angelic face.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

Encouraging words for no reason. Everyone can be in a bad mood and sometimes have boring, depressing days. And when that's the case for you, you're not sad for a long time because Lewis is always, always there to reassure you. Encourage you. To remind you how beautiful, glowing and just...perfect you are. But it's even better when he whispers these words to you for no good reason. Just him, his love for you, and his devotion. It's his job to make you smile, to encourage you because after all that's what the woman of his dreams deserves.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

Know how you take your coffee. You like, no, you love coffee. No matter how it is prepared, coffee remains the drink you can never live without. However, you have a specific order that you order every time. You thought it was only you who knew the secret, until the day Georges brought you a cup of coffee, the same one you order every day. You're not sure how he found out, but he knows he always makes you happy when he sees you flash a big smile as he brings you your favorite coffee.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

Fixing your hair. The wind, your number one sworn enemy. Your hair, the thing Max loves most about you. It's so soft and so... shiny. He loves every hairstyle you do, and if you ask him which haircut he prefers on you, oh boy would say that choosing one is as hard as winning an F1 championship. So, naturally, it's a no-brainer for him to fix your hair when it's tangled or messy. Brushing your hair, smelling your shampoo, there is nothing more relaxing for him. Maybe you will even catch him having a small brush in his bag, just in case.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

Always gives first bite of food. For many, food is sacred. But for Daniel, it's his way of showing his love for you. He has gotten into this habit of offering you the first bite of the food he orders. Just to see your eyes light up and your smile widen as you enjoy his dish. He could literally die for this side of you, so giving him his first bite isn't a horror but rather a new chance to see you happy. And of course, he will ask you if you find it good. Otherwise, he won't take that food any more.

[mirohlayo]

"CAN WE HAVE BABIES ?"

[ Your boyfriend fresh out of the shower makes you want... to have babies, without really having babies. ]

warning : mention of sex, fluff

note : i'm back

word count : 809

The sound on the television was low, your eyes were glued to the screen. Lying comfortably in the double bed in your hotel room, you indulged in the warmth provided by the freshly laundered sheets. You watched without much attention the series that was playing on the screen hanging on the wall in front of you.

Your boyfriend had been in the shower for a good ten minutes now. The water stopped flowing, and the sound of drawers opening made you instinctively understand that Lando had finished showering. So you waited for him quietly under the duvet, having only one desire. Cuddle him and snuggle yourself in his arms.

The bathroom door opened shortly after, and you averted your gaze to Lando who- oh... He was smiling softly at you, his eyes full of hearts. He was wearing simple gray jogging pants, his bare torso revealed his defined abs, and his hair was still damp, a few drops beading on his beautifully tanned skin. He was...irresistible.

You blinked as you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the butterflies and tingles that were coming through your body. Oh god, he was so charming and just...sexy. You smile at him to hide your urge to jump on him, and he doesn't seem to notice anything about your strange behavior. “Cuddle, hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, smirking.

You nod in response, and he comes to snuggle up behind you. His chest pressed against your back, while his arms circled your waist and his veiny hands drew patterns on your exposed skin. His head was hidden behind yours, and he inhaled the sweet scent of your shampoo. No words, just Lando enjoying this peaceful moment.

You were both focused on the TV. Or rather he must have been the only one focused on the series that was playing on the screen. You couldn't help but keep replaying this image of your absolutely handsome boyfriend, fresh out of the shower. My god, you couldn't resist. You seemed to fidget more and more, since Lando started to frown while looking at you.

“Y’okay?” He asks softly, having finally noticed your strange behavior. You blushed, embarrassed of what you were going to say. You and Lando had sex every once in a while, but your shy nature limited you and you were just embarrassed to ask him for sex. For you, it was like a kind of test, you turned red and you tried as best you could to make him understand that you wanted him.

However, Lando had absolutely no problem with that and your shyness. He thought it was so so adorable and just cute. So you decided to try something new. You turned around to face him, and his blue-green eyes were already admiring you. You looked down, embarrassed, the red was already rising to your cheeks. “Can...Can we have babies, please?” You tried to say in a very small voice.

Lando was stuck for a while, and it seemed like it lasted for hours. He finally raised his eyebrows, and a big smile appeared on his face. You raised your head, just enough to see him blush and look at you very playfully. “Babies?” He asked again, unable to stop himself from giggling. You blushed even more at his remark and you hastened to hide by burying your head against his chest. "I-I mean... you look so good in those sweatpants and your damp hair and.. I really want you right now and just... have babies."

He couldn't stop giggling. My god, you were really going to be the cause of his loss. His heart couldn't handle so much excess love for you. “Oh my baby” He finally managed to say as best he could between a few giggles. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, not now. You were still very embarrassed and your now burning face was still buried against his chest. Lando was attacking you with kisses, all over your face, as he gently held it in his hands.

He pulls away, still smiling, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. “Of course angel, I would be a bad boyfriend if I refused to please the future mother of my babies.” You smiled shyly and oh, he hoped he never let a single day go by without making you smile. He flipped you onto the bed, and found himself on top of you, your heads just inches away. "But I'm taking note. So I look incredibly sexy coming out of the shower." He was teasing you, smirking.

You gently pushed him on the chest, rolling your eyes in amusement. “Oh you I swear.” He laughed more, before peppering your face again with thousands of kisses. His heart will probably never stop beating so hard for you, that's for sure.

[mirohlayo]

AND YOU'LL ALWAYS REMAIN

AS THE MOST PERFECT BOY

( Sometimes it was like that. Logan thought too much, but you gave him hope and love. )

warning : fluff, heartbreaking (especially with the current situation in f1)

word count : 836

Sometimes it was like that. It was night, the stars were shining in the sky and Logan, alone, looked up to the sky. He admired the different constellations, the stars that were emerging before his eyes. The moon danced in his eyes, and perhaps it reflected him a little too well.

The moon was imposing. Alone, different among the many other stars that sometimes overshadowed her. Logan found himself strangely in her. The moon was a bit like him. In the world of F1, he was alone. He was different from the others, few people seemed to want to approach him or give him recognition. And these stars, these other talented drivers, robbed him of all the glory of shining a little on the circuit.

He was perhaps a little less talented than the others. He even wondered about it. Certainly, he often crashed his car, and his positions on the grid rarely exceeded fifteen. But after all, if he was there, it was for a good reason. Some will say that he was integrated too quickly into this extraordinary and very devastating world. But if he was lucky enough to get a seat, it's because he deserved it.

He was talented in other people's eyes, and he had potential to join Williams. He may not have been the best but he had his chance to prove himself in the industry. So even if everything ends up stopping, he will have fully deserved it. No matter what people say, Logan will always remain a part of F1, and his journey will never be erased because it is proof of the strength and determination that the young driver had.

Sometimes it was like that. You joined him, you sat discreetly next to him. You intertwined your hand in his and imitated him. You stared at the sky, the stars, and especially the moon. The moon that reminded you so much of your boyfriend. You couldn't take your eyes off this star, just like you couldn't take your eyes off Logan. This boy who is so shy and reserved, and yet hides so much beauty and light.

“Have I ever told you how just…amazing you are?” Your playful look and smirk made him smile softly, almost on the verge of laughing. He closed his eyes before slowly pressing his lips to your forehead. "No, never. Well yes, I think you tell me about three times a day but I'm not sure." His sarcasm made you giggle softly and, oh. He dreamed of being able to hear your laugh every minute, every second. Like a sweet melody.

“Seriously…Logan you’re just…” Words failed you, and you still found yourself unable to describe how this boy was simply the most beautiful. The most talented. You sighed weakly, before returning your gaze to the moon. "You're beautiful. I mean, you're a boy who deserves all the happiness in the world. You deserve so many things and yet no one wants to give them to you."

You took a deep breath, holding back your emotions from exploding. "So, as your girlfriend. I want to be the person who shows you every day how talented you are. How you are a rare gem and that even the most beautiful star doesn't shine as brightly next you. I have never met a boy so pure and unique, so kind and attentive. No one seems to be there to remind you, even though there is no one more generous and gentle than you.

Tears were already streaming down your cheeks, and your voice was knotted with sadness. Logan looked at you so tenderly that you thought you would melt under his gaze. “S-So Logan… I just want you to know that-” You held back sobs, breathing hard. "You deserve all the love in the world, because you are a magnificent person. You will remain forever in my heart and above all, above all, you'll always remain as the most perfect boy" You were crying so much that Logan didn't know how to soothe you.

He wrapped his arms around you, crushing you against his chest so you could take refuge there. You cried tears as he stroked your hair, tears falling down his own cheeks. He has never met a girl as beautiful and wonderful as you. A girl who gives him strength and courage even in the worst moments, a girl who always believed in him regardless of the incessant criticism from others. He felt so, so grateful and lucky.

Sometimes it was like that. He had finished leaving thousands of kisses all over your face. Your eyes met, repeating secrets and words of love. He looked at you like the most precious pearl in the world. His lips crashed onto yours, in a kiss so soft and so pleasant. It was like a dream, like touching paradise. It was just nice, like loving you.

So, one last time, he wanted to say it.

Thank you for everything, and thank you for all the love.

note : I had the idea to write this at the beginning of July, but following the latest news about Logan my heart literally broke writing this today. I adapted it a bit to the current situation, that's why I hope the end sentence makes sense. I wish the best for Logan and good luck for his future ᡣ𐭩

[mirohlayo]

IF IT'S A GAME, THEN

I'LL BE THE WINNER

( You're not the type to give up easily, and even less so for Max who absolutely doesn't want to lose the game. )

warning : mention of jealousy, angst but not angst, sad max :(, fluffff

word count : 2.5k

You sigh, annoyed. "What are you talking about? This is a bad idea, Max." The dutch shakes his head, absolutely disagreeing with you. “Look.” He jumps to sit on the pale green sofa, his left arm resting on the edge of the sofa, facing you. "We have nothing to lose. It's a good idea for a game, and I know that deep down you think the same as me." He waves his hands to accompany his words, determined to change your mind.

You run your hands over your face, completely tired. This discussion has been going on for 20 minutes now, and you don't know where it's going. Fatigue is growing within you and his explanations seem more and more repetitive to you, so there remains one last choice. "Okay okay, I accept. We're going to play this ridiculous game." You sigh heavily as your best friend almost jumps for joy.

It's ridiculous indeed. This game, or rather this stupid bet that you accepted. "I'll remind you of the rules one last time. The first person to date someone wins. What wins? The title of best seducer." You nod, rolling your eyes, to make him understand that he doesn't need to repeat himself and that you understand the rules of his so called very fun game very well.

You don't even know where it came from. Well, yes. It just turns out that both of your love lives are... well, not great. Each of your previous dates were all horrible, and the only time you were in a relationship, your boyfriend dumped you after 2 months because he had found something better. It's almost ironic because it's so pitiful. In conclusion, by forgetting certain details, we can say that your love life is a phenomenal disaster. And it was hard to do worse than you.

Except for Max. Maybe after all he was the king of fails. Many relationships of just a few weeks fell through because these girls only wanted attention, money and notoriety. Sometimes he would end up kissing a random girl when he was partying, a girl whose name he didn't even remember. But he always ended up going home alone, and regretting this kiss which meant nothing.

After these failures which weighed down your morale, you were always there for each other to reconcile. When you came to Max in tears, explaining to him how your ex left you for another girl who he thought was a thousand times better, he immediately took you in his arms. He comforted you all evening, wiping your tears while spoiling you with your favorite meals in front of your favorite movie. He had turned off his phone, all his attention was focused on you. Because there was no way he was going to leave her childhood best friend alone and sad because of some poor guy.

And when Max finally explained to you why all his short relationships had fallen through, you reassured him that not all of these girls deserved it. You had cuddled him under the thick blankets, lightly scratching his scalp, and spent the evening reminding him how strong and incredible he is, and that there was no better man than him on this planet.

Because there was no way you were going to leave your childhood best friend alone and sad because of poor profiteers.

But it was also in these moments that your feelings surfaced the most, and it was difficult to hide them. In the end, all these dates and fake relationships were just a distraction, some kind of fake companionship and joy to try to forget the real feelings you have. Your disastrous love affairs weren't disastrous by chance, they were only disastrous to unite the only two people who were finally made for each other.

And this game risks changing everything.

-

Max knew very well what he was doing when he proposed this game to you a few days ago. He knew that, if you accepted, everything would be easier for him. He is determined and confident, and he wants to win this game at all costs. Anything goes, and it's a big help for him since he was able to gain enough confidence to be able to, well...

Win your heart, and therefore win the game.

On the contrary, for your part, you want to continue to forget your feelings for Max. It's inconceivable to you that he could, even with a little luck, have romantic feelings for you. He is a great driver, rich, handsome and young who enjoys his life. Obviously a lot of girls including models beg him for even one chance. Max can't date someone as ordinary as you.

And yet, if only you knew...

It's almost 7 p.m. Max rushes to finish cooking your favorite dish, two plates already ready to be served. You've already been in the bathroom for a good hour now, finishing getting ready for your date tonight. You had no time to waste and you rushed to the first man who seemed rather nice and pleasant to you. You finish the last touches of your makeup with a brush, and the bathroom door suddenly opens.

Max smiles to himself as he hears the door click, and when he looks up, he wonders if he's still breathing. Before him is - without any, but no doubt - the most beautiful woman, the most resplendent girl in the world. Your face is divine, the burgundy dress you are wearing accentuates your magnificent body and your hair is harmoniously highlighted with the rest of your makeup. You are just... breathtaking.

He blinks a few times, completely unsure how to function for a moment. Your laugh brings him out of his trance and he ends up awkwardly lining up a few words. "You're just... well... breathtaking. I-I mean, really really gorgeous." You laugh shyly, lowering your head, a little embarrassed by his compliments. You can feel his gaze piercing you all over and for a moment, you feel like you're naked in front of him. Even so, he manages to make you feel so many things.

“What’s got you so dressed up like that, gorgeous?” He smiled kindly at you before lowering his head to finish mixing the sauce in the pan. His t-shirt reveals his muscular and veiny arms, his hands and his pale knuckles as he holds the pan firmly in place. His hair, still a little damp after his shower, falls lightly on his forehead, and his face displays a concentrated but calm expression. It was just easy to get lost in the beauty of this man.

“Mhh, did you hear me princess?” When you meet his gaze, he looks at you amused, a smirk evident at the corner of his lips. You shake your head, embarrassed to have looked at him like that, and fortunately he didn't comment on it. "Don't you remember? I have a date tonight" You rush to put on your heels, leaning on the white wall next to you. "Oh, you're right. I was cooking your favorite dish so we could eat together but I forgot you were going out tonight."

In fact, he absolutely hadn't forgotten the fact that you had a date tonight. He just purposely came up with this little plan, which is part of your game, to spend more time with you and show you that only he is perfect for you, and that at least he knows how to cook your favorite dish. As he examines your face, not knowing what sort of emotions are hidden there, he hopes deep down that hopefully you'll give in to your date and spend the evening with him instead.

But alas, the sad look you give him immediately makes him understand that you won't be keeping him company this evening. “Sorry Max. I appreciate the effort you put in and you know I love you, but I have no intention of losing this damn game” You end up smiling evilly before running out the door , already a little late for your date. The pilot didn't even have time to properly say goodbye to you, he sighed sadly.

But you were right on one hand. After all, it was Max who started this bet and there had to be a winner. Except for him, he didn't need to go on dates to find a girlfriend. He's already known her since childhood, and he's always wanted this girl, even after so many years. He grabs his plate with difficulty and settles down on the couch, where you could spend hours and hours watching anything and everything on the TV. He feels a little abandoned tonight, it's true.

The idea of imagining yourself chatting and laughing with a man other than him never resonates with him again, but tonight it's different. His sadness is stronger, and he seems on the verge of crying and breaking down. He knows he has to try harder and put more heart into throwing hints at you and making you understand that he wants to play this game with you, but you consider him so much a friend that you take all his actions friendly. And not romantically.

Max didn't even bother waiting for you to come home that evening, too disappointed and saddened. His heart tightened in his chest and he preferred to fall asleep earlier than usual to forget his heartache. You came home around 11 p.m., a little disappointed. You expected to see your best friend, but he wasn't there. Which saddened you even more. Your date wasn't that great, but he still insisted on making it up to you and giving you another chance. And you obviously accepted the offer.

So, in the following weeks, everything seemed bland and gloomy. It was like a cycle, an infernal loop. A destructive and unpleasant routine had set in and it weighed on both of you, but especially Max. He spent his days thinking, finding ideas for activities to spend time with you and make you fall under his spell. To prevent you from seeing this famous date again. But every time, you told him that you were going out with him since he had invited you somewhere again.

You always apologized, but sometimes you still took the trouble to spend a little time with him, before finally joining your so called potential new lover. And as the weeks passed, your friendship seemed to fade away. You were drifting away little by little, almost as if it was normal or inevitable. Max, who launched this game hoping to win your heart, ended up letting himself be fooled by his own game.

But we already know Max, right? He was so fed up, but so fed up with this situation. He suffered silently, he struggled to smile and he had lost every ounce of joy. He was never affected like that and let's not forget to mention his jealousy that burned brightly every time you talked about your date. He couldn't take it anymore, he absolutely couldn't take all this anymore. He was becoming the loser of his own game, and Max is not like that at all.

He was born to win everything, emerge victorious and undefeated. He has no desire to give up this stupid game and proclaim himself the loser. No, he will be the winner in the end, no matter what.

Max stares at you, leaning back on his couch, while you sit across from him, smiling in front of your phone. He rolls his eyes for a long time, already knowing that you are talking with this man whose eyes he dreams of tearing out. You end up suddenly standing up, running your hand over your wrinkled tee shirr. "I think I'll start getting ready to go out-" "No."

Max was quick to cut you. His tone was firm and almost aggressive. He also gets up to stand at your height, greatly surpassing you. You have to lift your head to look at him, and under this pressure you begin to weaken. It would be so easy to let go and just kiss him. There is your date, yes. But that never meant that you actually forgot about Max. No, on the contrary, it was getting worse and worse.

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/n.” You frown, a little irritated by his tone and the way he speaks to you. "I'm not here to listen to your orders Max. I have another date, and I'll go whether you want me to or-" "Do you really love him?" He cuts you off again, moving a little closer to you, arms crossed. He carries this look so arrogant and menacing, and his gaze is so piercing that you feel like he can read every feeling in you.

He stares at you intensely, never letting go of your gaze. You try as best you can to hold his gaze, but after his question, you flinch. You part your mouth slightly, as if to say something, but nothing comes out. Your eyes also betray you, and your whole body feels paralyzed. You question yourself. Do you really love this man? Behind your impassive heart, you already know the answer.

There has never been any man other than Max.

Your lack of response is now too suspicious for the driver, who wanted to continue again but you cut him off. “Love is still a big word but yes, I really like him.” Your voice trembles slightly, as if you ultimately don't mean any of the words you say. "Don't lie to me Y/n. It was just a game basically." Max knows you by heart, even with his eyes closed. He knows perfectly well when you're lying, and it turns out he noticed.

You clear your throat, avoiding his gaze. “A game that perhaps allowed me to find a boyfriend.” You are hesitant with your words, not so sure of yourself. You fidget on the spot, rocking one foot over the other. This sentence seems to have really annoyed Max, who rolls his eyes, his jaw clenched. “Who told you we couldn't play this game with each other, Y/n?.” He looks at you like he's about to do something serious and unexpected.

Never have your faces been so close, only a few centimeters away. Your gaze falls unintentionally on his lips, then, as if it were forbidden, you come back to your senses and lock your eyes into his. But Max noticed, and he knows he's already won. "If it's a game, then I'll be the winner." He whispers softly, faintly. Until your lips touch. He kisses you like no one has kissed you before. It is a passionate, loving and exquisite kiss. Simply lovely.

His lips are soft against yours, but he moves them ardently, almost wildly but always in sensual desire. He releases all his emotions and all his frustration in this divine kiss, which he absolutely does not want to stop. Reluctantly, you step back slightly, smiling shyly. "Okay, I have to admit. You really are the winner." He chuckled softly, stealing another quick kiss from you. "Of course. You know I don't like losing, especially when it comes to you."

You rolled your eyes amusedly, pressing your lips to his again. This ridiculous game wasn't so ridiculous after all, even if you didn't come out a winner. Because after all, who can come out on top in a game when Max is the opponent?

[mirohlayo]

CHASE MY DREAM(S)

( Lewis has one last dream to fulfill, well if you don't count the most important one. )

warning : a lil boring introduction, all fluffy

note : i want a Lewis in my life pls

word count : 1.3k

Mercedes. Lewis Hamilton. Two names that both worked perfectly. We always likened them to one another, like pieces of a puzzle that fit together. As soon as we thought of one, we thought of the other.

However, the seven time Formula 1 world champion struggled to achieve victories and podiums, and his formerly usual appearances on these three steps were much less frequent, rare and almost... non existent. It was not his lack of experience that held him back, Lewis was surely the most experienced on the current grid, and that without a doubt.

Rather, it was his opponents, a certain team and a certain driver. RedBull and Max Verstappen. Many of Lewis' fans will say that he was robbed of his eighth championship, in 2021, but we are not here to debate that subject. The loyal Mercedes driver doubted his choices, his actions and his performances. His thoughts wandered, because at what price could he afford this eighth championship that he dreamed of so much?

The price to pay was surely great and fatal. Leaving the team for which he raced, the one with whom he has always been faithful and loyal for 11 years. But after 3 years without success, maybe a new start will do him good, and maybe this change will turn everything upside down. He still had a dream to accomplish, this eighth championship to win. Well, to be honest, he still had two dreams to fulfill.

This famous championship, as previously announced, and then, her. This person who has just joined Lewis in his driver room. This pretty woman who has known him for several years now. The one for whom Lewis' heart seemed to melt in an instant as soon as he laid eyes on her.

She looked like a dream. Angelic and almost unreal. The kind of face you can admire for hours, and the kind of voice you can listen to speak for hours because there was an inexplicable sweetness emanating from it. It was one of Lewis's most beautiful dreams. To be by her side forever, to finally have the courage to offer her a life together, a love of the strongest.

He took her in his arms, squeezing her gently. He could let himself go in these embraces, and show her his weaknesses and his fears. She knew him by heart now, and she worried a lot about his mental health and his career choices. She was perfect in his eyes. “Still thinking about your contract, mhh?” Lewis chuckled weakly, almost ironically. He expected you to ask him this question.

His eyes, where a glow that you couldn't describe danced, met yours. You looked for him, and behind those pupils that were full of thousands of different feelings, you tried to find the words he was trying to say. The true feelings he felt deep inside. He was still smiling weakly, his gaze softened by your face. "I think deep down I made the right choice, Y/n. It's just that leaving Mercedes after all these years..."

He couldn't manage to finish his sentence, looking down and staring at your feet face to face. He felt totally exposed, lacking in confidence and full of doubts. Maybe a little shameful. His grip had loosened, his hands resting in the hollow of your hips. "They haven't really listened to you over the last two years, Lewis... as if you weren't their driver, as if the vision of a seven time Formula 1 champion who drives every day had no importance"

You manage to extract another mocking laugh from Lewis, who, despite his love for this team, totally agreed with your words. His racing team had been indifferent to his suggestions and comments. He played nervously with his fingers. You could feel the tension and stress in him, and seeing him like this broke your heart. The man in front of you didn't deserve this.

You grabbed his hands gently, separating them from each other. Lewis looked up, his expression completely dejected. He looked like he was about to cry and you couldn’t stand the sight anymore. Wrapping your arms around his back, you took care to gently guide his head onto your shoulder, into the crook of your neck, where he loved to nestle comfortably. His hands hadn't moved, just gripped your waist tighter.

Several minutes passed like this. The noise of the paddock hidden by the walls of the driver room. Lewis felt...at home. He was relaxing little by little, he absolutely didn't want to let you go. Everything seemed normal now, in your arms, far from all these incessant questions. “I believe in you so much, Lewis. Everyone believes in you, and everyone is very, very proud of you” Your lips brush against the driver’s temple, placing a soft, reassuring kiss there.

“It’s time for you to chase your dream.” Lewis leaned back slightly, locking his gaze with yours. He tilted his head to the side, a smile hanging on his face. "Dreams. Chase my dreams" You didn't immediately understand where he was going with this. Why was he repeating the same sentence as you? And then, after a few moments of confusion, you raised your eyebrows, intrigued and curious. You had finally found the difference, and it was in the number of dreams Lewis had.

He had piqued your curiosity, and he himself had guessed it by examining your expression. His smile gets bigger. “I don’t have one dream, but two dreams to fulfill Y/n.” He brings his face slightly closer to yours, only a few centimeters. He grins even wider. “Win this eighth championship. And above all, win the heart of this absolutely beautiful girl.” His index finger points to the top of your chest, reflecting his words.

Your eyes widened, your cheeks blushed violently. It is true that you absolutely, but absolutely did not expect a statement like that. Lewis couldn't help but laugh happily, satisfied with your reaction. "I have a race to win, sweetheart. Wait for me, m'kay?" He winked at you, before rushing onto the circuit. Everything was happening at an incredible pace, and while you were still stuck in your driver room thinking about what just happened, the race was already coming to an end. But an incredibly beautiful ending. Silverstone, 2024, and a Lewis on the podium of his home race. Finally.

The shock was still present in you, but with this sudden victory of your favorite driver - and your secret lover - the adrenaline didn't seem to want to subside. The applause from the completely overexcited and crazy crowd, the euphoric atmosphere. This time, everything really felt like a dream. So, gently pushing the different people, making your way among the Mercedes employees, you saw him there on the podium.

Big, strong, and proud of himself. A huge smile on his face and tears of joy beading on his sweet face. He looked around. He was looking for something, someone. And he finally seemed to have found it. You couldn't take your eyes off his, both too hypnotized by this surreal moment. And, despite the vibrant and almost dizzying atmosphere, he managed to read on your pretty lips these three words that he dreamed of hearing from you.

And this dream came true. So, finally, at the moment when he was brandishing this magnificent trophy, on the top step of this magnificent podium, he had regained this ounce of hope. His first dream had come true, and he had finally won the heart of the woman of his dreams. So, if he managed to did it after all these years, of course he can win that much desired eighth championship, right?

[mirohlayo]

SUCH A SIMP

( The monegasque driver has no problem showing himself to be particularly affectionate with you )

warning : fluff, charles spamming you with messages (but it's cute)

note : race week again bby

word count : 2.2k

Oh. It's funny how the monegasque who seems so confident turns into a real man unable to breathe properly when he's away from you.

A young woman who has only just taken her first steps in the incredible world of F1. You were able to apply for the red team, the italian Ferrari team. A great and majestic racing team whose name demands respect and recognition, especially for Italians. And you had just joined these motorsport gods in F1.

Finally, you are not in charge of the most difficult and relentless job either. You were recruited as a new social media manager, certainly with a lot of tasks to carry out, but undoubtedly a little less important than those of the racing engineers and strategists. However, the media is a source of content that fans of the sport love and your ultimate goal is to create the best videos and content possible for Ferrari.

So little by little, you appeared in the Ferrari motorhome. Your colleagues were starting to remember your face and your name, and after a good three weeks on the job, a lot of things had radically changed.

Firstly, you had integrated well into the Italian team. Good relationships and understandings with your colleagues. And secondly, and not least, a new form... of friendship - if we could describe it that way - was formed between you and the famous Monegasque Ferrari driver. Charles Leclerc.

The young man found himself curious about you, interested in this young new woman of his age who, despite the difficulty of the work, completed the tasks required in no time, a fairly perfectionist quality. It must be said that we can clearly see that she really likes this job. And this had intrigued Charles, who often found himself looking for the young brunette.

With the support of his teammate Carlos, who pushed him to take the plunge to try to approach you, Charles ended up introducing himself to you - as if you didn't already know him in this environment. He approached with a shy, almost nervous smile, while he could not hide his completely admiring, almost affectionate look. He struggled to form his sentences, far too dazzled by your sublime beauty and presence.

You seemed quite shy and reserved at first, and that was the case in everyday life. But that's what made you so charming, and Charles felt his heart beat harder and harder every time he managed to make you smile or laugh, a blush that appeared on your face and that he loved more and more.

You blink suddenly, as you start walking with your shoulders straight again in the paddock. You were so lost in your thoughts, remembering how this friendship between you and the driver had blossomed, that you hadn't noticed that the Ferrari motorhome was right in front of you.

The automatic doors open as you enter the small cube, shyly greeting the employees and your colleagues. “Hey, Y/n.” Carlos smiles at you kindly, happy to see you there. You hadn't set foot in the paddock for 2 weeks already, the team had offered you the opportunity to work remotely. You jumped at the opportunity, the chance to spend some time with your family during the week.

“How were your two weeks away from us? I bet you missed us” He winks at you, knowing deep down that a part of you was eager to get back to work there. "It was great. I got to enjoy a little bit with my family." You smile sincerely, remembering the activities you shared with your parents. “But it’s true that I missed working within the stable itself. And then, I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

Carlos' smirk is evident, his arms crossed over his chest as he smiles more and more. You raise your eyebrows slightly, intrigued by his reaction. "Is something wrong? Did I say something funny?" Finally, he chuckles weakly as he shakes his head. “I’m just thinking about how a certain man here was also very, very excited to see you again” He purses his lips, narrowing his eyes, leaning down to your ear so he can speak in a low voice.

“And although I really like you Y/n, that man isn’t me. Besides, I’m sure he’s currently complaining about how much he misses you.” He stands up straight and gives you another wink, followed by another smirk. You feel your cheeks heat up, blush violently. You try to look away, embarrassed.

You know very well who Carlos wants to talk about. You wanted to deny it, to tell yourself that it wasn't true and that it was only your conscience playing with you, but after Carlos' words, all these questions seem true. "Come on, go. You must have a lot of work, just like me. See you later, Y/n!" Carlos pats your shoulder as he walks further behind you.

You don't know how long you stood there in the middle of the motorhome floor, but long enough for you to think about what just happened. Carlos is always honest, and when he saw you in the presence of Charles, he did not hesitate to make some embarrassing remarks to you, like that the monegasque looked at you with hearts in his eyes or that he particularly liked to seek physical contact with you.

These remarks made you blush and Charles always seemed to become embarrassed, more shy than before as he begged Carlos to leave you alone. Because the Monegasque driver knows that his teammate is aware that he has a weakness for you. More than a weakling, he's literally a simp for you. But he really doesn't want you to know.

Or rather, he would like to but he's afraid of rushing you or of you not feeling the same way. After all, three weeks might be too early for you, but for Charles it was enough to make him completely lovesick for you.

You finally come to your senses, and after checking that your face is no longer completely red, you sit comfortably on the chair in your office. You finally got to work, responding to the last email you missed. A notification vibrated your phone, and glancing at the screen, you saw Charles' name.

You really wanted to continue working seriously, you had promised yourself to get back to work but the notification and the message from Charles were running through your head. So, despite yourself, you grab your phone and open your messages to click on the driver's message. Your gaze softens as you read it, your heart racing.

Charles Lec

I heard you finally arrived to the circuit. can't wait to see you again, miss you y/n :(

see you at the 11 o'clock meeting

The message makes you blush again, more lightly this time. But just with a simple message, Charles knows how to make your heart beat and put you in all your moods. He is charming, funny, and caring. Of course you had to fall in love with him. And Carlos' words said earlier secretly gave you hope. Hope for something deeper.

You were about to respond, but your eyes drifted to the messages he had sent you earlier in the month, specifically during your two weeks of remote working. And reading the messages, that's where Carlos' words took on their full meaning.

Charles Lec

07/06

i just learned that you are remote working, that's why I didn't find you at the paddock

i'm sad that you're not here but you also need to rest during these two weeks :(

miss u a lot

09/06

hello you ;) hope everything goes well.

i don't know if you saw the qualifying but I'm starting the race p11

the race will start soon, I hope you can still watch it

can't wait to see you again, gorgeous

still miss u

12/06

it's not race week but I would have liked to spend these few days with you but you work and you must surely enjoy your family

eat well and don't stay up too late, pretty girl

have a good day :))

14/06

i miss u y/n

i feel like it's been forever since I last saw you

I have already planned a few little things to do when you come back, call me back when you can :)

15/06

hello youu

In 1 week I'll see you again but I can't wait any longer

i think I'm gonna die if I don't talk to you right now

can i call u please? :(

16/06

i did a little workout today and I will continue next week

we see each other again in less than a week and all I can think about is that

take care sweetheart

miss you a lot lately :(

not just lately, miss u always, every single minute of the day

Everything seems to fit together like a puzzle. So Carlos was telling the truth, the man who is so eager to see you again is definitely Charles. Come to think of it, he texted you almost every day. To tell you how much he missed you and that he wanted to see you again, not forgetting to add a few pet names here and there.

This kind of revelation changes everything. Your feelings, the way you think and behave. You were still surprised at the idea that Charles could potentially love you the same way you love him. But there is no doubt about it, after everything that has just happened in a few minutes. And you didn't know if you were looking forward to going to the meeting or not.

But there you are, in front of the door to the small interview room. And as you enter, a little late, almost everyone is there. You can feel several eyes on you, but one is undeniable. Charles is there, sitting, his gaze completely glued to you, totally absorbed and attracted by you alone. He follows you with his eyes, completely in love, while your angelic beauty completely takes his breath away. Oh, he missed your face so much.

You move towards your chair, painfully avoiding meeting his burning gaze. But after all, it's impossible. Why would you want to avoid him, when he certainly feels the same way as you.

So, calmly, you sit down, you take your pen between your fingers, and taking a deep breath, you end up laying your eyes on him. You meet his gaze and there, time seems to stop for a moment. His eyes burn into your face, and your breath catches. But a shy smile, which ends up widening, takes its place on the driver's face. And, shyly, you smile back.

And during this meeting, you couldn't help but glance at each other a few times. And in Charles' head, everything was panicking. He wanted to hold you in his arms and never let go. He wanted to spend every next minute by your side, making you smile and laugh until you lost control. He wanted to stay for hours admiring you, listening to you speak with your sweet voice. He was finally able to live and breathe properly.

The meeting ends, you take a strangely long time to put away the few things you had brought with you. And Charles strangely seems to take care to say goodbye to each of the people who leave the room. So that in the end, you find yourself alone in the room. No one speaks, your gaze each focused on the corners of the room. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Charles finally approached you.

So close, that he ends up wrapping his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the crook of your neck. You practically melt in his embrace, as you return the favor, your hands gently caressing his back. “I missed you so, so much.” His voice is muffled. You giggle weakly, and just that little laugh melts Charles' heart.

"Carlos informed me that a certain person here was very eager to see me again, hmm?". Your shy nature wasn't the type to tease people, but seeing Charles like this made him absolutely adorable and you couldn't help but tease him a little. He groans, because he knows that as soon as he meets Carlos again, he will make him understand that he, on the contrary, will never look forward to seeing him again. But for now, he's just enjoying the moment.

"If it's to be able to stay in your arms like this, then yes I assume that this person is me. And now that you are here, you are certainly not going to leave me." And in an overconfidence, he pulls back just enough to place a soft, long kiss on your cheek, while his hands gently squeeze your hips. The sudden touch makes you jump slightly, and your face doesn't fail to show your embarrassment as it turns a pretty pink.

Which absolutely makes Charles laugh, totally captivated by you. But he absolutely didn't expect you to kiss him back, on his cheek already crimson from the contact of your lips on his skin. The room is suddenly filled with giggles, while the two secret lovers, or rather the two idiots in love who see their relationship blossom into something more beautiful, remain there for a while longer, in each other's arms.

And Carlos, who wanted to make his way into the room to collect his Ferrari cap, had observed everything from the doorway. A huge grin on his face, he finally rolled his eyes, amused. “Such a simp.” He whispers these words, which, without a doubt, perfectly reflect reality. Because yes, Charles is just a simp for you.

[mirohlayo]

MOONLIGHT

inspired by moonlight - ariana grande

( Your love was like moonlight. The kind of love that feels as rare and beautiful as a perfect night under the stars. )

warning : fluffy fluff

word count : 846

The sun was setting slowly, while a romance film was showing on the TV. The images flashed by, the sound rang in your ears but, at that moment, you weren't paying attention. The warmth, the comfort, this feeling of being at home emanated throughout your entire body. The presence of each other, perfect love.

Lando had fallen in love with you two years ago now. He had never met a woman like you. Shy, sweet, caring and intelligent. But you also had this slightly extroverted, funny and silly side that made you incredibly wonderful. The contrast of your two personalities made you a unique and charming woman that Lando absolutely wanted to marry.

And this curly haired man was clearly the man of your dreams. Maybe it's cliché, but he had it all. He always paid attention to you, devoted free time to you whenever he had the opportunity and liked to give you various gifts for simply no reason. So after all this time, of course you immediately said yes when he asked you out.

And now you were experiencing perfect love. It's funny how you've never felt such emotions, such feelings. It was like there was a direct chemistry between you, like you were meant for each other forever. You felt so, so loved. And he felt so happy in this relationship.

In fact, your love was as beautiful as moonlight. A love so bright that lights up like the gentle glow of moonlight. A bit like the feeling of being in love with the light of the moon. This intense light shining in the dark and this star, it was so rare and beautiful to see that. But it fit your relationship perfectly. Moonlight was for on a metaphor for your love.

Your love was so rare, but so beautiful. You helped each other, grew together and filled each other with happiness like no one else could. It was precious to you.

Then, Lando pressed his lips to your neck, gently. You were sitting comfortably between his legs, locked in his arms, and peacefully at peace. It was perfect. His kisses tickled you gently, and you couldn't hold back a giggle that immediately made your boyfriend smile. He loved hearing that sweet sound coming from you. “I wish I could make you laugh like that every single minute of the day”.

He whispered softly because he absolutely didn't want to break this moment of comfort and happiness. “I would probably be dead you know.” You grinned at the stupid thought, but hearing Lando's soft laugh made your heart warm. "Yeah, and I literally can't live without you, princess. I think I'll stick to just make you laugh whenever I have the chance to". He placed another soft kiss on your jawline.

You remained silent, savoring this moment of intimacy. The moon was now shining in the sky as you looked down at it. Your boyfriend noticed, and his eyes landed on the moon too. "I've always loved looking at the stars and the moon. It's just... beautiful." Stars shone in the hollow of your eyes, amazed by the beauty of the night.

“I’d say stunning even.” Lando couldn't take his eyes off you, as he admired the most magnificent thing in the world for him. And when he felt your soft lips place light kisses on his fingertips a few moments later, he understood that he couldn't stop.

He couldn't stop loving you. No, never. He was destined to love you with all his heart for the rest of his life and thinking about it, he couldn't be happier. After all, that's what he wanted most in the world. His arms tightened around your waist as he took the time to nuzzle his head into your neck.

"I love you... No, I'm in love with you. With every single part of my body. I love you for everything, baby. I don't need to give you a whole monologue again because you know already that even up there, I will desperately continue to find you to prove to you that my heart still beats for you. Just, thank you for everything. I love you always, love." His words were precise, clear and full of honesty.

You couldn't have given a more beautiful speech than that. He knew how to make your heart beat violently and how to make you cry with joy with his touching and deep words. You barely held back a few tears, but you managed to get a few words together. "I'm so in love with you too, Lan. Always, forever and more than anything".

It was enough to fill him with happiness, even to make him blush and smile like a child. And now that your faces were face to face, inches apart, everything seemed right. Everything felt right. Then under a last ray of moonlight, your lips exchanged sweet nothings, your most intense and sincere feelings.

Moonlight. Your love was like moonlight. The kind of love that feels as rare and beautiful as a perfect night under the stars.

[mirohlayo]

just a little blurb before writing my next lando fic

word count : 823

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You are comfortably seated on Lando's soft sofa in his apartment. He invited you to spend the evening at his place, like almost every evening since it has become a habit for both of you. You've been friends since childhood, so obviously he took pleasure in inviting you to sleep at his place every night, and cook your dinner together at the same time. And then watch a few films and series on your big TV.

Like now. Titanic plays before your eyes, while you devour the film as if it were the first time you watched it. Even if in reality you have already discovered this film hundreds of times. However, you have always liked this love story and you have always wanted to experience these same feelings in real life.

Love. You loved love. You know that love is found everywhere, in moments of success or when you are in the presence of your family and friends. You were aware of that. No, you were talking about love. Romance, soft touches filled with innocence, eager looks, passionate kisses, tenderness in every action.

This is the love you dream of so much. Being able to confide in yourself without being judged, finding comfort in this person, maybe even feeling at home in their arms. Love is like a waking dream for you, and you wanted to feel all of that from a young age. After all, you were lulled by the love stories of young princesses and their prince charming.

You were so lost daydreaming about these ideas about love that you didn't notice Lando approaching you. “What’s got you thinking like that?” He smirks as he places a tray filled with sweets and fruit on the small table in front of you, accompanied by two glasses of water. “Nothing, I’m just thinking about how I still haven’t experienced perfect love.” You focus on the movie again while Lando comes to sit next to you.

“The one you’ve dreamed of since you were little?” A hint of obviousness lurks in his voice as he taps his laps to invite you to lay your head on them. "Precisely. I don't even remember when was the last time I went on a date" Lando sighs softly, running one of his hands through your hair. You make yourself comfortable in his embrace. “Oh, seeing how those guys were I understand why you stopped.”

He was right. All the men you met on your dates were beyond terrible. Not one to catch up with the other. Between the one who only alluded to sex, the one who only spoke about himself, or even the one who made the most sexist and problematic comments in the world. No doubt about it, all your dates have been failures.

And when you came home completely tired from these dates, Lando was always there to comfort you and keep you company. Deep down, he was happy. He was relieved that those men hadn't stolen your heart, because he hoped he was the only one who did. But he will never admit it to you. Well, unless he has the courage to do it.

As you actively watch the film, you can't help but admire the romance between the two characters. It's so... beautiful. "You know Lan, I'm a lover of love". Your sentence had come out softly from your mouth, and your eyes were still scanning the screen intensively. It's like you're whispering to yourself.

He lowers his head to look at you. Maybe it was at that moment that he realized that this would probably be his last chance. "Good. Because I'm filled with so much love". A silence settled. You didn't really understand the meaning of his sentence, so you just didn't react at first. But when the click came, you slowly got up to face him.

“What?” You don't really know what to say, if those words he said are what you think. If he really insinuated it in that sense, the meaning you would so much like it to be. "I'm filled with so, so much love sweetheart. Just for you". A soft smile appears on his face, while his gaze is simply tender when he sets his eyes on you. You can even swear you can see hearts forming there.

You stifle a small laugh, your heart beating at the speed of light. “So you mean I can be in love with you?” He ended up laughing stupidly, almost kissing you right then and there. “Of course, baby. That’s all I ask for.” And finally, it's you who ends up placing your lips on his, in one of those passionate kisses that you dreamed of so much.

And with Lando by your side, it seems right. Finally, you will be able to experience this romantic love story that you wanted so much, because you have the most perfect prince to offer you everything you dream of.

[mirohlayo]

TO THE MOON AND BACK

( Oscar has always dreamed of giving you the moon, because it's his greatest proof of love. )

warning : cute fluff

note : I'm currently on vacation in Cambodia and I was sick for like 4 days because of the food so this may not be very well written but I hope you'll enjoy it !!

word count : 744

“One day I will go and get the moon for you.” The little Australian, barely 5 years old, was smiling at you, proudly pointing at the natural satellite in the sky. Your big puffy cheeks were now all red, as stars formed in your eyes. “Would you really do that for me, Oscar?” The boy looked at you tenderly before nodding. “Of course, y/n. We are best friends, and this will be my greatest proof of love for you.”

You remember this day like it was yesterday. Little Oscar, still young and innocent, who dreamed of giving you absolutely everything and anything, but especially the moon. This luminous star which represented you quite well indeed. You often met at night, on the roof of your house, to admire the beauty of the starry sky.

It's been a tradition since you were 5 years old, and that tradition hasn't changed at all. You didn't really know why but you loved admiring the greatness size of the world through the stars and constellations. This amazed you a lot when you were little. And it still amazes you.

And 18 years later, here you are together, in the silent night. You were lying on the red carpet that adorned the grass, in each other's arms to warm you up. It was calm and very quiet, you could hear the cicadas in the distance. But the grandiose sky offered you its most beautiful wonders and its greatest secrets.

Oscar played peacefully with your hair. He was trying to be discreet, but he couldn't help but smell the scent of your shampoo that he loved so much, trying to sneak glances to take in your beautiful face. He felt at peace like this, lying with your body in his arms. “When are you going to get the moon for me, Osc?” The question seemed to come out of nowhere, and that's why you yourself were shocked at your initiative in asking it.

You were referring to this kind of promise he made to you 18 years ago, because you have never forgotten it in all this time. As a little girl, this sentence had an impact on you. Seeing your young best friend say these words, like he was going to bring the moon back to your hands, was something simply incredible.

But, here you are 18 years later, still without this star lurking in the sky. You knew it was impossible, and you teased him about it, you knew very well that your best friend could never afford to get the moon. And yet. “I already took it down, y/n.” Your eyebrows furrowed at that sentence. Your eyes met his. And he lost himself in their sublime beauty.

"I have already taken it down to put it in my heart. So that you can finally admire me as you admire it every night. So that you can offer me the beauty of your eyes every time you look at it like you look at me. So that I can enjoy your smile that appears every time you hear about it like you hear about me. I put the moon in my heart so that you can love me as much as you love it. I want to be this star and this light that makes you happy, love." He pauses.

A sweet laugh breaks out in the silence of the night, Oscar's sweet laugh. “So yes, I think it’s silly but I can say it, I love you to the moon and back”. And you stayed there. Moved, speechless and paralyzed. You didn't know what to say or do, as Oscar seemed to savor every second that passed. His smile absolutely wouldn't go away, just like the sound of his laughter.

But he expected a certain answer all the same. He was afraid, afraid of your reaction. He was apprehensive. But it was by seeing the pure love in your eyes and the real smile that you showed him now, that he understood that you didn't need to say more. He had understood in the silence of the night that you certainly loved him more than this damn moon. And that you loved him to the moon and back too.

So deep down, he was proud. Proud to have taken down the moon to let the stars shine in the reflection of your eyes. Proud to have done it to illuminate the most beautiful woman in the world.

[mirohlayo]

NOT SO JEALOUS

( Max is desperate to win your heart, but what can he do when other suitors are looking for you too? - Or in other words, the 2 times when Max denied his jealousy. )

warning : cute jealousy, sexual harassment, fluff fluff fluff

note : I think this one is cute

word count : 1.6k

You were incredibly perfect in Max's eyes. You were kind, funny, very very beautiful and adorable to everyone. You had your principles and your values and you were the most modest person in this world. To summarize, Max was destined to conquer you and your heart, because there was only you as the perfect woman.

But Max knew he wasn't the only one who saw your qualities. Other men saw in you the beautiful personality that you possessed, so naturally they also sought to seduce you, because that was all they dreamed of.

"Max, you've been staring at her for 3 minutes." Charles' eyes were mocking at the sight of his friend who seemed to melt on the spot admiring you. "How could I not? She's so... breathtaking." The Ferrari driver rolled his eyes as he went to retort.

However, looking back at Max's face, he could tell that something had changed. His jaw was clenched, his facial features more pronounced and his gaze - much darker and frightening. Charles frowned, examining his expression, as he decided to turn his head towards where Max seemed to be glaring at someone.

And a few meters further on, there was still you, in the paddock, and surprisingly, a man with a confident appearance and a dazzling smile. The dark-haired man seemed to make you laugh until you were close to tears, and Charles had also noticed the subtle touches this man was trying to do. Him too, because obviously Max had noticed that from the moment the man appeared in his vision.

"Jealous ?". Charles asked simply, curiously. Perhaps with a playful tone, which seemed to annoy the dutch. “No, not jealous.” “Not so jealous?” Charles continued again, friendly titillating the pilot next to him. Max was giving him a look that certainly screamed 'keep going and I'll kill you', so Charles didn't bother to tease him further.

But sure, his ears did not miss the curses that Max grumbled in a low voice, like a slight "anyway, he is not as beautiful and perfect as me. I am much better for her", before finally leaving with his head bowed and a pout on his face.

-

Clubbing. That word was pretty clear – dance, have fun and of course, flirt. So Max knew very well what he was going to get into when he took you to this famous little club in Monaco, your pretty navy blue dress that he adored on your body. He knew he couldn't really save you from any suitors.

You stayed by his side all evening. He absolutely didn't want to move his arm wrapped around your waist, a sign that showed others that you were potentially his. But when you kindly asked him to slip away to get some refreshments, apologizing, that's when he started to display his famous jealous expression.

“I can accompany you if you want.” Max said those words, and they sounded more like an order than a question. “Don’t worry Max, I'll be there in two minutes.” It seemed like the driver was looking for every possible excuse for you not to leave him, and you were starting to find that strange. “Max, we’re going to join Lando’s group, are you coming?” One of his close friends was yelling at him loud enough for him to hear.

His face fell as he already felt himself being dragged by the arm, seeing you disappear among the crowd. It was only a few seconds later, sitting like a sulking child who didn't get what he wanted, that he saw you sitting at the bar, impatiently waiting for your drink. You couldn't wait to join Max, because after all you'd be lying if you said you felt safe in this club.

Where Max gave you a feeling of peace and security. And this feeling of insecurity took shape when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and the alcoholic breath of a man older than you. His smile was scary, you tried to be as comfortable as possible but it wasn't working. “Don’t be afraid, pretty girl, I won’t do anything to you.”

Those words sounded like a lie and you inwardly begged the bartender to switch to lightning speed. The man felt more and more comfortable, his hands roaming over the bare skin of your arm. That's when you started to panic. "Sorry but I already have a boyfr-" "She already has a boyfriend, so no need to come touch her like a dirty pervert. Get out of there, otherwise I'll take you out myself."

Before your eyes, was there, Max. A look filled with disgust and fury, an expression almost similar to when he didn't achieve his goals in F1. An expression of rage and anger. You had never seen him so angry, at least just for you. The man was decomposing on the spot, and without a word he didn't bother to stay any longer.

"Are you okay, princess? Did he hurt you? Did he insult you? Do you want to go home and rest?" The way he worried about you made your heart melt, as he looked at you like you were the most beautiful and fragile thing in the world. You nodded slowly, taking the time to calm down. "I'm fine Max, don't worry. And I'd like to go home and rest, if you don't mind."

"It doesn't bother me at all, princess. Your wishes are orders." While he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm, you waited patiently for your Uber on the sidewalk of the club. The scene replayed in your mind, and a question tickled your tongue. "Jealous ?" The word came out naturally, and you watched as Max's cheeks flushed as he looked at you surprised. Completely in shock.

He looked away, his eyes glued to something nonexistent. “No, I just wanted to protect you.” “Not so jealous then?” You couldn't help but respond promptly, amused by his reactions. He cleared his throat embarrassed, before gently squeezing your hand that was in his. “Maybe a little, then.” That response alone was enough to make you giggle as he enjoyed the sweet melody. Maybe a little too much much after all.

-

It was your birthday. You had invited a few people, but enough so that you could organize a nice little evening. You had invited your closest friends, including two or three boys, and of course Max was one of them. Except he just wanted to be the only boy invited to your birthday.

It was perhaps immature and childish of him to think like that, but after all he had made the decision to confess his feelings to you at the end of that evening. He wanted to be the only one of the male gender who could tell you this tonight.

However, he didn't want to risk keeping you to himself all evening. It was your birthday, you were enjoying it to the fullest with your loved ones and that alone made him happy. Only, he would have liked not to have to endure your interactions with your other guy friend, who seemed to steal all your attention. He was once again displaying that terrible, tense and marked facade.

But he couldn't blame you. After all, who wouldn't want a woman as pretty as you? Except he couldn't take it anymore. To wait and endure all these hours. As you were about to blow out your candles, you slipped away to cool off in the kitchen. The guests finished lighting the last candles, and you found yourself alone with yourself and... Max.

Surprised to see him appear at first, you slowly turned to face him fully, an angelic smile on your face. Your smile that he could admire all day. “I saw you staring at me all night Max.” This sentence had the effect of a bomb on him, as his eyes widened. He thought he was at least being discreet, but it turns out he wasn't.

He scratched the back of his head nervously, feeling uneasy. “Don’t worry, I don’t feel anything for him.” He knew that you were referring to your friend because otherwise he would never have planted his gaze on yours as quickly as in this present moment. A faint giggle left your lips, amused. "Jealous ?". Max rolled his eyes playfully as he tried to hide his smirk.

“No, I don’t think I’m jealous.” You raised your eyebrows, surprised by his response. "Not so jealous, huh? Then I can go back to chat and laugh with my friend-" "NO- I... no, please. No, don't go back." He seemed completely panicked at the idea of seeing you laughing with this man he hoped to suffocate under his pillow tonight.

Suddenly, his strong muscular arms wrapped around your waist as he approached your bodies slowly. His gaze burned your skin, your eyes, but it was gentle. "I'm jealous, of course. You have no idea how much. Seeing you laughing, even just standing next to another man. I almost lost my mind. So I hope that a kiss could fix it, if you're okay with that ?" He asked in a cheerful voice.

A big smile took place on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I'm perfectly okay with that, Mr. Jealous.” Your lips against his were perhaps the most beautiful thing he had ever tasted. It was sweet and innocent, but full of love and emotion. "Birthday kiss, birthday gift". He laughed softly.

“Oh yeah, I saw that you didn’t make an effort to actually gift me something.” You giggled back, kissing him again. “Maybe I should have given you some pepper spray to blind the men who admire your sublime beauty.” Another laugh escaped your body as he fully savored this happy moment.

“We shouldn’t keep them waiting.” You were referring to your guests. “Absolutely not, I really need to yell at them and tell them that I have the most perfect girlfriend in the world.” And in new laughter, you joined the others, who absolutely did not expect to see you kissing each other passionately behind the smoke of your blown out candles.