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redskull199987 · 6 months

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Do you take request if you do can you do Lando Norris x male reader fluff , we’re lando or male reader is having a bad day

Don´t ever look back

Lando x male!reader Request Word count:1k Warnings:Qatar GP (because that deserves an own warning), sad Lando but major fluff in the end Summary:After the qualifying in Qatar, Lando is feeling a little down and refuses to talk to you. But you are determined to make him feel better… Requested by anonymous

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It had felt like it was going to be a good weekend. You finally had time to accompany Lando to a race and everything just went perfectly. You arrived in Qatar together and you finally had the chance to meet his teammate Oscar. He was the sweetest guy and you immediately clicked, joking around and laughing all the time, while Lando pretended to be annoyed, when he actually loved seeing his partner and his teammate having fun together.

Everything worked out, just the way you hoped it would. And after what McLaren had accomplished recently, You were as hopeful as ever that the weekend would go perfectly for the Boys.

That was until Qualifying came around…

You had to watch in horror how lap time after lap time got deleted, until Lando was left in 10th place. You wanted to talk to him, calm him down, anything that would make him feel better, but he was caught up in interviews. And your heart broke, as you heard how he talked about himself. How he talked about a lack of talent, when all you wanted to do was grab his face and tell him that it wasn't his fault. The track in Qatar was horrible and everyone knew it. But the FIA just liked the money too much, to cancel it.

You had tried to talk to Lando after he was done with the interviews, but he was nowhere to be found. It was like he was a Ghost.

Fortunately, you ran into Oscar while searching for Lando. You shared a few words with the Australian and gave him a hug for his lost place, before he told you that Lando went to his driver's room and that he had asked to be left alone. You gulped, as you heard those words. You quickly said your goodbyes to Oscar, before you made your way to Lando, practically sprinting towards his driver's room.

Your heart was beating frantically, as you arrived in front of the wooden Door. You were at least mildly concerned about what was behind it. In what condition Lando was. You took a deep breath before you gently knocked on the door, calling out for your beloved:”Lando, are you in there?”

There was a short silence in which you thought that he might have left again already, but then you heard his voice. It was quiet and he sounded like he really needed a shoulder to cry on right now:“Please just leave, Y/N.

Without saying another word, you pushed down the door handle. It wasn't locked. You quietly stepped inside and looked around for Lando. Your heart broke, as you saw him sitting on the floor in the corner, his head in his hands and his shoulders slumped. He didn't look up to you, but continued to stare at the floor.

Slowly, you walked over to where he was sitting and leaned down to his height.

“Lando, are you okay?”, you asked him, even though you knew nothing was okay.

He only shook his head at your question, before finally looking up to you. He looked so incredibly beat down. His eyes looked like he had lost all hope to ever win something again and even though it was barely seeable, you noticed the dried tears on his cheeks.

“I'm a disappointment, Y/N. The team did so much for me and all I did was to disappoint them.”, he sniffled, looking back down.

You gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer:”You´re not a disappointment, Lando.”

But he only shook his head again and slightly shoved your hand away:”What else am I then, hm? Even Oscar managed to get to P3 and he's a Rookie. Even he's better than me!”

You didn't know what to say for a second. You didn't think that Lando actually believed that. It showed you once again, how ruthless this sport could be and how strong the Driver´s had to be.

“Lando.”, you said again. This time a bit more firmly. You lifted your hand to gently cup his face to make him look at you,”When I look at you, I don't see a Disappointment. I see an incredibly talented young man, who has achieved what most people could only dream of, a man who will achieve even more. I see a sweet and loving boyfriend, who never fails to make me smile. A Boy, who hates to eat fish and doesn´t understand the Australian accent, but a disappointment is really not what I would think of.”

The Boy in question only looked at you for a few seconds, before he pulled you in a tight hug. With the way he held onto you, you knew that he needed this hug. He needed you right then and there. So, you hugged him back just as tightly, drawing small circles on his back to calm him down.

After a few minutes of just holding each other and enjoying each other's presence, You finally parted.

“Thank you,Y/N.”, Lando mumbled,”I really needed that.”

You smiled at the boy in front of you. His face had lit up a bit and after the hug, a few curls of his still slightly damp hair were dangling into his face. You raised your hand and gently pushed them out of his face:”Of course, Love.”

You leaned forward, softly kissing his forehead. You saw how he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, just enjoying the moment.

“What do you say to a shower and something to eat before the Sprint, hm?”, You finally asked, standing up and holding your hands out to him.

Lando quickly took your hands with a small smile on his face:“That would sound like all I need right now.”

With a chuckle, you kissed his cheek one more time, before you led him out of the driver´s room.

“Are you gonna join me in the shower?”, Lando asked quietly, a bit of his cheekiness already returning.

“Don´t push your luck, Norris.”, You grinned. But both of you knew that you could never deny his requests to spend time with him.

So, the shower it was…

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yesloulou · 29 days

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fav bits from all access ausgp:

1. biiiiig stretch 2. 'mixed messages! do u like me or u don't!' 3. fake taking fan's phone 4. hugging isaac and isabella 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #*#vids #australian gp 2024 #im gonna bawl #daniel entertaining the media staff endears me so so sos os sos oss so soooo much #ausgp is always an EXHAUSTING week for him yet he was still thinking about whether the staff was having a good time 😭❤️

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puffpiastri · 5 months

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lando whenever a man has the letters C A R O S in their name

#oscar and car(l)os #i know what you are lando #lando norris #oscar piastri #carlos sainz #landoscar #mctwinks #carlando #f1

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wolffapex · 1 year

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partners in crime

→ request: in which the reader is a Team principal with a all female team which is kicking butt on the grid and Toto decides to be over protective of the reader and her team and he encourges her to always do her best and he also protects her wellbeing. I mean the friendship is high and he does tease her about her lil crush on him since she has said she admire him on the social as he is her inspiration. → words counting: 2,9k → warnings: none, just fluff. → khai's note: this is my first one shot! i just love this plot where the reader/oc is a team principal just like toto so much (i have a story in portuguese with this plot but they're enemies so i thought it'd be nicer if they were friends in this one). hope you like it!

At the end of every non-race week, you and Toto had an appointment: get together in the living room of your flat in London or his in penthouse in Oxfordshire, over a nice bottle of wine — which he usually brought out of the prized wine cellar that he owned — and some of the food was prepared by the austrian himself — it was one of his hobbies was cooking, especially something from Italian cuisine.

You and Toto knew each other from your youth. Your first contact with the austrian was when he went to the Nürburgring to accompany a friend driving in an amateur category of Formula 1. You were already passionate about motorsport and it was this passion that made you close to Toto.

Throughout life, you had gone through many moments together because friendship developed far beyond sport. You were there when he got married, he was there when you graduated with honors in mechanical engineering from the University of London, you were there when he bought shares in Williams, he was there when you started working at Alfa Romeo as a mechanic , you were there when he became boss of Mercedes and he was there when you managed to buy the Swiss team.

You closely followed all the path that Toto took to the success of being eight times champion of the constructors' championship with Mercedes while you paved your own path with Alfa Romeo which, despite having a smaller investment than Wolff's team, started to get the level up, the way you were working to get it.

Toto was tremendously proud of you, his best friend. You still remember how his eyes lit up when you told him you were buying Alfa shares and how he encouraged you to juggle the two roles of team principal and CEO.

— If I can be team principal and director of Mercedes, you can too because you have much more talent than me.

You wanted to laugh every time he said that because it was impossible for you, the rookie in that universe, to have more talent to command an entire team than him, the guy who was responsible for taking the team to eight consecutive titles.

However, if there was one thing that Toto Wolff knew how to do, it was to motivate the people around him and the people he cared about. You were one of the people on that select list that he had because the austrian wasn't a man of many friendships — and you knew that very well.

When the first questions arose about his acquisition of Alfa, he publicly spoke out in your favor, giving the support you needed to face that bunch of journalists for the first time that besieged you for idiotic and sexist questions.

That Friday, however, you weren't in the mood for the weekly date. Last weekend was still on your mind because Guanyu Zhou was very close to getting the first podium of the team under your command, but the car had problems on the last lap of the race and took away from the chinese the chance to conquer the third place in Melbourne.

You took a trip from Australia straight to Switzerland and, together with the Alfa engineers in the factory, spent the entire week analyzing the driver's car to understand what had gone wrong, what would be the reason for the failure that seemed to hurt so much in your chest.

But in addition to the pain, there was something you were also struggling with. That was something that haunted you since your entry into Formula 1: the questions about your competence.

Adjusting your coat against your body, trying to cover yourself a little more from the cold in the city, after leaving your Alfa Romeo parked across the street, you pressed your finger against the austrian's penthouse number.

It took a few seconds, but finally, the Austrian's deep voice came through and you smiled when you heard it.

— Yes?

— It is me. — you replied, not bothering about ceremony — Can you open it or will I be forced to freeze?

— Come in. — the noise of the latch on the iron gate made you push it, opening the way so you could go inside the building towards the penthouse where the austrian lived.

As the elevator ascended the fifteen floors, you swiped your Instagram feed. That was one of your guilty pleasures because you knew that the social network could be extremely negative, difficult and bad, but you couldn't help but not look a little at what people were doing, however futile sharing was.

Your attention was caught by an image of Toto on one of his support profiles. You always said he should create a profile on Instagram, but the man was totally technology averse — he still read the printed newspaper and you thought it was funny how he always insisted on having a copy of the Financial Times every morning.

As he hadn't created his own profile, you followed some accounts made in support of the Mercedes boss who was something of a celebrity in the Formula 1 — which always generated jokes from you for him — and, right before your eyes, it was a photo of the two of you, taken at the very first race of the season in Bahrain.

It was a selfie taken just before the pre-race ceremony began. You two were in the middle of the grid when he suggested that you should do a souvenir of his first race as team principal.

— Since you're with of your phone in hand, take a picture of us. — he said as he stopped by her side with the brown irises staring at her.

— A picture of us? — you asked.

— For us to keep for posterity.

— Why?

— Because if you ever become champion, I'm going to need to have some presentable photo with you to say I was your friend a long time before it.

You laughed, shaking your head at the phrase, but decided it was a good idea to capture the moment. He turned his body, raising your arm with the front camera on and felt Toto's arm on your shoulder as your finger pressed the white button on the screen a few times to have more than one picture taken.

The result, even if you had seen it that day, was right before your eyes once again and it was impossible not to analyze the beauty of the austrian in that photo or the fact that it was clear that you were a match — which is what you heard most from people around you, and even though nothing ever happened, you had a bit of a crush on him.

Toto was a handsome man, very handsome. He was kind, loving, and caring to you, and he was the person who knew you best in your entire life. It was kind of impossible that you didn't have that feeling for him. Everyone should have.

When your eyes flickered to the photo's caption, a smile immediately crept to your lips. It looked like it was taken from a recent interview with him and, as the photo demonstrated, it was about you.

“We have known each other since our youth. I think we've been friends for twenty or thirty years and I can say that she's my partner in crime… Not that that's a very nice thing to say, but she is. We talked a lot about the leadership of our teams, we exchanged advice and what I can say is that I trust her. She is intelligent, sensitive enough to understand people and their problems, which makes her a human being and an exemplary team leader. Not forgetting to mention that she is showing that it is possible to have a diverse and competent team. I have no doubt that Alfa will continue to grow. I believe a lot in her and her competence.”

You blinked a few times, reading once more what was written there so you could let those words enter your mind to serve as a kind of incentive that, like it or not, you always ended up needing. After all, it was fantastic to know that the person you admired the most had so many good things to say about you.

The sound of the elevator announcing that you had arrived at the penthouse made you take your eyes off your phone and type the password on the panel, which made the doors open for you to follow to the door of the only penthouse on the floor.

As soon as you step out of the elevator, you're met with Toto standing in the doorway with a tea towel draped over one shoulder.

— You're late.

— Hello to you too, Wolff. — you walked over, standing on tiptoe to hug him — I brought dessert.

— I thought the guest brought wine...

— Why not spend a bottle of wine from this wonderful cellar, filled with the most expensive wines in the world?

— I always knew you were a gold digger. — he joked, stepping aside so you could enter the penthouse — You know… Make yourself at home!

You nodded, walking into the hall and taking off your shoes to leave them by the door and leaving your purse on the sofa in the living room. The environment was complete as the last few times you were there, everything minimally decorated, in a cold tone that you hated and that would change in less than two weeks if you lived with him.

Toto had his attention on the pans on the stove, but he could hear your footsteps entering the kitchen, no matter how hard you tried not to startle him, leaving the bag with the dessert on the kitchen island.

— Did you pick the wine or did you really think I would bring it?

— It's separated in the cellar. — he laughed.

— You know me very well, Wolff.

— Perhaps more than you realize.

You knit your brows at the phrase, but went to the cellar so you could get the wine, finding it separated as the austrian had said, and returning to the kitchen quickly.

— Why do you say that?

— What?

— That you know me more than I realize.

— Because it's the truth. — he laughed — And because I can see that there's something bothering you… What is it?

— Do you want the list in alphabetical or chronological order?

— I want you to open the bottle, fill two glasses and start telling me. — you blinked.

— Bossy.

— I'm taking care of you.

— By the way, why aren't you wearing the apron I gave you?

— I've been waiting for you to arrive. — he murmured in a loud tone so that you could hear as he went to the cellar that was next to the kitchen.

You returned with a Lopez de Heredia in hand, which was one of your favorites, and Toto knew perfectly well, that's why it had been his choice for the night.

— Why?

— I would feel bad not giving you the pleasure of putting the apron on me. — he murmured with a laugh and you rolled your eyes. — You see how I think about you?

— Yes, Toto, you think of me a lot.

Despite all the complicity you had, there was something you never used to talk about and that was your love life. Of course, you had heard the austrian talk a lot about the difficulties in his marriage to Stephanie and had even given him advice at the time, but you never opened up about your feelings.

On the other hand, Toto had never spoken about his feelings for you either, but there was an aura of tension whenever you were too close — and even though you both liked it, neither of you had the courage to break it.

Your friendship was worth so much more.

You filled one of the glasses with wine, placing the bottle on the table before raising the glass to your mouth, taking a long gulp under Toto's watchful eye, who divided between the food and you.

You closed your eyes, feeling the liquid go down your throat, the alcohol burning the place a little because it was what you needed at that moment and, when you opened your eyes again, you found the austrian staring at you.

— You are a terrible guest.

— I thought you told me to make myself at home.

— Not literally. — he laughed, receiving the other glass of wine in hand, shaking it a little so he could analyze the red content and bringing the glass close to his nose so that he could smell it.

— I hate it when you do that. — you murmured, shaking your head from side to side and walking around the kitchen island so you could get the apron.

— I thought you were used to it by now. — he said after taking a sip, smiling at the taste of alcohol — It was a good choice, wasn't it?

— Great. — you smiled, lifting the apron in your hands and he faced you, allowing you to place the fabric around his waist, crossing the part of the ties so that you could do it in the front.

— Perhaps now, after a sip, you can tell me what's bothering you?

You looked up, finding the brown eyes focused in your direction, and even with the difference in height between you, thanks to your high heels that you didn't usually take off, you could smell his alcohol breath.

— My team was about to get their first podium of the season and the fucking car stopped. — you replied — We've been analyzing it all week and we still haven't been able to get to the cause of the problem. Since the beginning of the season there have been thousands of comments and newspaper articles questioning my work. Now, they believe that I am proving that having a female-dominated team is not helpful and questioning the competence of my team.

— You know that doesn't mean anything, right? — Toto smiled —The comments and the newspapers are just some noise you need to ignore.

You shrugged, finishing the knot on the apron and couldn't help it: you hit the austrian's abdomen twice. It was only to signal that you were done, but a sly smile played on his lips as you walked away to fetch your glass of wine.

— How do I ignore the noise, Wolff?

— Using him as fuel to your success.

— I thought you were going to say to me say to everyone to fuck off.

— That would be nice too, but not publicly. — he smiled, turning off the stove flame — You are incredible and you are doing an excellent job in rebuilding Alfa. I don't give you much time to start fighting for something more in the championship, but you have to be patient.

— It's a beautiful speech about being patient when you have eight consecutive titles hanging on your office shelf.

— But the first one wasn't won in my first year at Mercedes. I made an effort and worked a lot to be able to change things there, you know that I even cleaned the bathroom to teach that the way each of my employees worked needed to change.

— I know, but I can't believe it if there's no proof, like a picture.

— The phone back then was the BlackBerry. — you laughed — And you're doing an excellent job in your first season.

— Thanks. — you smiled, drinking wine — Thanks also for your words in Melbourne…

— Did you see? — he laughed, surprised — I thought I told you that it wasn't good to read what is written about you or watch the interviews you gave.

— I read it on Instagram while I was in the elevator. It's nice to know you believe in me enough to say that to the world.

— I care about you, you know that very well. — Toto shrugged. — I'll always have your back, even when you be kicking my ass in the championship in the future.

— Is this going to take long to happen? — you smiled — You can be sure that I will speak highly of you from now on too.

— I thought you already did that… I'm pretty sure I read you saying that you looked up to me, that I was your inspiration and the hottest man you've ever seen in your entire life.

— One of those three claims I didn't make.

— I hope it's not that I'm the hottest man you've ever seen in your entire life.

The way he said that calmly made you laugh out loud, bringing your hands up quickly so you could cover your mouth as you shook your head from side to side, causing him to laugh too because Toto couldn't help himself when he heard it. your laugh.

When your laughter ceased, you reached for the wine glass once more, still under the watchful eye of the austrian and he stretched out his hand to touch yours that was positioned on the kitchen island. A gentle smile was bestowed in your direction and, in that instant, all the things the world talked about about how you managed your team or your job didn't seem to matter in the slightest.

All because, inside those eyes that watched you with that unusual brightness, but that were always present when turned to you, there was everything you were looking for and his words, once again, reminded you of that.

— I believe in you.

#toto wolff #toto wolff x you #toto wolff x reader #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 fanfic #toto wolff fluff #f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #formula one one shot #formula one x reader #wolffapex os

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blamemma · 11 months

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daniel3.jpg: mostly air and water

#daniel ricciardo #blake friend #scotty james #heidi berger #dr #sj #f1 wags #not the monaco dump i wanted i am not going to lie daniel #os!dan

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fandomchaosposts · 2 months

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his name is Oscar Piastri. that's why he's so good.

#also its os-can piastri #not os-cant piastri #fandomchaos posts #f1 #oscar piastri

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susiewlff · 2 years

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“Are you dressed like this for Italian elegance?”

[Toto understood if he was dressed for the italian girls]

“No, I’m a husband”, and added: “These are my normal clothing.”

#toto wolff #f1 #monza gp 2022 #Mercedes #sky sports f1 #2022 #o homem é fiel em todos os idiomas

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smolbeandrabbles · 3 months

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From the mind that brought you:

Comes another anime/motorsport crossover:

#LMAOOO I say brought you like I ever wrote the thing but I'm gonna get on it #I have 2 parts of a 4 part series to write and then I'm on these #It might surprise you but they are completely different premises #AoT focuses much more on the drivers and the on track stuff #OP focuses on the behind the scenes - the mechanics / PAs / Race Engineers / S/Os etc #I was going to make it F1/Indy BUT for OP it made much more sense to have the Endurance racing happen with the teams being the crews.#Especially as its 2/3/4 person per car!#You also know I'm throwing all my ships at this #And I blame this entirely on the Water 7 arc!#The AoT one was so fun to put together - cars/teams/numbers/liveries/nationalities #AoT is set on our Earth. One Piece will *kinda* be set in the canon universe... or at least the places will be named after canon places!#rambling is fun!

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effervescentdragon · 2 years

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hey (with the intention of telling you exactly how and why Sebastian Vettel is the only Lion of Singapore)

#f1 #sebastian vettel #singapore gp 2022 #hey meme #this one os new #also relevant #i will never shut up

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muxas-world · 19 days

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Latly nico has been serving look after look

#mother os relly back #so exited to si him trive in china #nico rosberg #f1

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redskull199987 · 1 year

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I need more max verstappen x male reader from you pls love your work 👍👍

Champion & Captain

Max Verstappen x male!reader Request

Word count:0.7k

Warnings:none, it's fluff

Summary: Max had been away for three weeks. As he finally returns from his trip for Red Bull, you're more than exited

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To say that I was exited was an Understatement. Max had been away for three weeks now, flying around the world, doing stuff and Promo for Red Bull, while the Winter break.

I was no question, that I was exited to see him again.

I was walking up and down in the hallway of our apartment. I had been waiting for his arrival for the whole day, but half an hour ago, Max had texted me, that he arrived on the airport and was now in a cab on his way home.

My thoughts were racing, as I heard how the dorr to our apartment opened. Keys were thrown away and Shoes were discarded and only seconds later, I saw Max standing in the doorway. He looked rushed and his breathing was going heavy. But the moment our eyes met, a grin appeard on his face.

"I missed you.", He mumbled.

I couldn't help but laugh. I was so happy to see him again, as I finally walked over to him.

"I missed you too, my Champion", I said as I wrapped my arms around his middle.

Max giggled at my nickname for him and I felt how he softly kissed my neck. We parted a little , so that he could plant a kiss on my cheek, before pecking my lips.

I just looked at him for a second. HIs blue eyes that observed me so intently, his strong arms that were wrapped around me, the disshelved hair and his light stuble.

He was perfect in my eyes. There is nothing more that I would want in a Partner. He was all, I would ever need.

"Let's put your stuff away", I finally muttered and we were actually able to part, so that we could grab Max'suitcases.

"How was your trip by the way?", I asked, as we sorted through his clothes in the bedroom.

"I mean", Max eexplained,"It was fun i guess, but it would've been much better if you were with me."

I smiled at his words:"Next time, I promise."

"yeah sure, Captain.", Max laughed.

"Oh come on!", I complained and threw a T-Shirt at him. He had invented that nickname, since I started coaching a little athletics group here in Monaco. Which was exactly the reason, why I didn't join him on his trip. The kids took part in a tournament and what kind of Coach would I be if I left them behind?

"Did your Team at least win?", Max asked as he helped me stand up again.

"No", I mumbled and let myself fall down on the king sized bed,"But we got second place."

"You'll win next year.", Max encouraged me, as he let himslef fall down next to me.

"Oh I'm not upset", I smiled, as I turned around to face him,"the Kids had fun adn that's all that matters."

"You're right", Max agreed, as he inched closer. He raised his hand to softly caress my face.

"I truly missed you, Captain."He mumbled.

"I missed you too, Champion", I gtinned and leaned down to kiss him. For a second, I really felt at home, but then my eyes widened,as I felt how Max pulled me on top of him.

"What are you doing?!", I yelped, but before he could answer, my heaad hit his chest and I was fully lying on top of Max. I saw how he pulled a blanket over us.

"Let's just rest for a while", He explained with a smile on his lips.

"It's the middle of the day,.", I chuckled.

But Max was already closing his eyes, as he pulled me closer to him:"I don't care. I want to spend time with you"

"Yeah, you're probably right.",I agreed and laid my head down on his chest. I felt how Max breath grew calmer by the second.

"Max?", I mumbled before I closed my eyes too.

"Mmh?", he hummed.

"I love you.", I said softly and wrapped my arms around him a little tighter.

"I love you too, Captain.", Max mumbled before the two of us finally drifted of to sleep.