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No Need For Privacy

18+ MDNI

Hii!!! This is my first story or anything like this that I write and publish so I am sure it will be bad. I would love to get your feedback and let me know if I missed anything in the TWs. I am a big fan of F1 and other mainstream spaces so I will try to do more in the future. Also here is Part 2

Happy Reading!

Word Count: 6131

Themes: Lando!Norris x Fem!American!reader, Embarrassing moment turn spicy, next door neighbor, close proximity

Smutty tings: wall pinning, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, mirror sex, p in v, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!!!!), spanking, oral sex, slight edging, fingering, gagging, praise and degradation kink.

Your POV

I moved to Monaco a week ago with my two best friends from work, Liana and Aaliyah. It’s been a dream come true for all of us, especially since our company launched a new project in the Monaco branch and requested our expertise.

Settling in has been a breeze, mostly thanks to Alexander Qasemi, the top manager of the Monaco office. He has multiple investments in the area and offered to rent out one of his properties to us at a discount. It’s conveniently close to the office, and his wife, Catalina, has been a lifesaver, helping us get set up, showing us around, and pointing out all the spots we need to check out. Coming from Florida, Monaco feels like a mix of Palm Beach and Miami, but it’s still a world apart from Tampa, where we grew up.

The house has three bedrooms, each with its own view from the second floor. We picked rooms based on the views, but I ended up going for the one with extra closet space—even if it has a “boring” view of the street and a direct line of sight into the house next door. And judging by what I’ve seen, the neighbor isn’t big on privacy; I can see right into what looks like the main bedroom.

I wake up to Liana singing loudly to what sounds like a new song by The Weeknd, her voice filling the house. Squinting as sunlight streams into my room, I reluctantly drag myself up and into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, choosing to ignore my messy bed hair. Liana’s door is open, and she spots me staggering around like a zombie.

“Good morning, sunshine!” she shouts, singing along with the song. All I can think is, It’s way too early for this.

I shuffle back to my room and glance at the clock on my nightstand. It flashes 10:32 AM, and panic hits—I remember that Catalina mentioned she’d be here around 10:45 AM to show us more of the area, and she insisted we make time for it.

I rush back into the hallway, suddenly wide awake. “Liana, why didn’t you wake us up? Catalina’s gonna be here any minute!”

Liana smirks and says, “I did, about 30 minutes ago. Aaliyah’s already up and made coffee. You told me I was ‘handsome and sexy’ and asked for five more minutes.” She’s trying not to laugh, and my face goes red as I realize I was probably having an almost wet dream.

“Well… he sure was, wasn’t he?” I say, trying to brush it off. “But we still need to hurry.”

After a quick change into something suitable for the weather, I throw on some black skinny jeans that hug my curves, a short flowy black-and-white striped top, and sneakers.

“Y/N, come down! Catalina’s here,” Aaliyah calls up the stairs.

I see her car pulling up from my window, so I run down to grab a quick sip of coffee before she knocks on the door. Liana’s sitting on the couch, putting her shoes on, and I lean against the counter, downing my coffee like it’s a race. Aaliyah opens the door, greeting Catalina with hugs and kisses. I set my mug down, go over to greet her, and offer to make her a coffee before we start the tour.

Catalina’s dressed in a floral top and white pants, looking like the definition of “aging like fine wine.” Despite being in her 60s, she doesn’t look a day over 40. She radiates warmth, like a grandmother everyone wishes they had.

Liana goes back to grab her phone, and as Catalina and I step outside, we bump into a man with dark hair and intense eyes. Catalina lights up as soon as she sees him, opening her arms for a hug.

“Oh, Max! I didn’t know you’d be here!” she says, surprised, pulling him in for an embrace.

“It was very last-minute for the Monaco GP,” he replies, hugging her back. When he lets go, he glances at me expectantly.

“Max, this is Y/N,” Catalina says. “She moved here a week ago with her friends.”

Max extends his hand, and I shake it, trying to keep my cool. “Nice to meet you. I guess we’ll be running into each other a lot,” I say, smiling.

Holy shit, Max Fewtrell is staying next door! My mind races, and I make a mental note to change my Quadrant phone case ASAP—I don’t want him thinking I’m some obsessive fan.

Max’s voice snaps me back. “Ah, an American accent! Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

I laugh lightly as Liana and Aaliyah join us. I introduce them, and Max shakes their hands before introducing himself.

“Nice to meet you,” he says. “I’m not exactly your neighbor, but my best friend lives here, so you’ll probably see him more often than me. Oh—there he is now,” he adds, looking over my shoulder.

My heart skips. The only person this could be is Lando Norris, and I’m about to pretend I’m way cooler than I actually am.

I snap back to see Lando Norris, head down, fiddling with his car keys. When he looks up, he immediately spots Catalina, a smile breaking across his face.

“Hey, you! How’ve you been? I already miss having you as my neighbor,” he says, giving her a hug.

She laughs, “I’ve missed you too, but I brought you some new company, so you won’t miss me too much.” Catalina turns to us with a smile. “Lando, these are the new neighbors: Liana, Aaliyah, and Y/N.”

Lando shakes each of our hands. His grip is firm, his fingers slightly calloused, probably from hours on the simulator. When he gets to me, I feel his gaze linger a bit longer, like he’s trying to place me.

“I don’t mean to sound creepy, but… you’re the one sleeping in that room, right?” He nods toward my bedroom window.

Caught off guard, I stammer, “Uh… yeah, that’s mine. Why?”

A faint blush crosses his face, a sly grin forming as he glances back at me. “You might want to, uh… move your mirror. Just saying.”

It takes a second for the realization to hit, but when it does, I’m mortified. I remember putting my large gold mirror directly across from the window and how, last night, after a long day of rearranging, I decided to… “treat” myself, lights on and all.

My mind races back to that memory—me stripping down, lying on my bed, a vibrator in one hand…

I force myself back to the present, trying to salvage what little dignity I have left. “Oh! I didn’t realize anyone was home over there… It looked empty all week.”

Lando chuckles, his grin widening. “Yeah, I just got back last night. And… well, let’s just say I got quite the welcome back.”

The heat rising in my cheeks is unbearable, and I quickly turn to Catalina. “So, Catalina, you mentioned we have a lot of places to see today?”

I feel Lando’s eyes on me, making my skin prickle with heat.

“Yes! Let’s get going.” Catalina waves goodbye to the guys, and we start heading toward her SUV. As I walk away, I can still feel Lando’s gaze burning into me, like he’s savoring every second of my embarrassment.

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Later That Night

The night air is warm and slightly humid, with a faint breeze blowing in from the sea. We’d just gotten back from the club, laughing and chattering as we climbed out of the cab. Aaliyah and Liana are still buzzing with energy, but I hang back a bit, enjoying the cool air on my flushed skin.

Liana nudges my shoulder. “We’re going inside to get some water. You good out here?”

I nod, waving them off. “Yeah, I just need a moment to cool down. I’ll be right behind you.”

They head inside, leaving me alone in the quiet of the street. I close my eyes, letting the night’s calm settle around me, when I hear footsteps. I look up, and there’s Lando, standing just a few feet away with Max at his side. Max offers a friendly nod before slipping inside, leaving Lando and me alone on the sidewalk.

“Well, look who it is,” Lando drawls, a smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t expect to see you out here this late.”

I shrug, trying to act nonchalant. “Just needed some air. The club was loud.”

He steps closer, his gaze intense. “So, have you moved that mirror yet?”

I feel my cheeks heat up despite the cool night air. “Why do you keep bringing that up?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, his tone teasing. “Maybe because it’s hard to forget. Didn’t realize you were such an exhibitionist, but hey, I’m not complaining.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “I didn’t know anyone was watching. And I’m not an exhibitionist.”

He raises an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. “Could’ve fooled me. You looked pretty comfortable up there, totally absorbed… didn’t even close the blinds.”

The tension between us is thick, the memory of last night making my pulse race. I cross my arms, feeling his gaze linger on me. “Well, you could’ve looked away.”

“Could’ve,” he agrees, stepping even closer until he’s barely a foot away. His voice drops lower, his tone laced with something dark and enticing. “But I didn’t want to.”

A shiver runs through me as his words sink in. We’re standing close enough now that I can feel his warmth, his eyes scanning my face, searching for something. His gaze drops briefly to my lips, and I can feel the air crackling between us, heavy and charged.

I tilt my head, giving him a challenging look. “You get off on watching your neighbors, then?”

His smirk deepens. “Not usually. But you’re not just any neighbor, are you?”

I swallow, feeling my resolve slipping. “And what makes me so special?”

Lando’s hand lifts, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face, lingering just a second too long. “Something about you… can’t quite put my finger on it.”

His voice is rougher now, barely above a whisper. Every nerve in my body is on fire, my breath hitching as his gaze drops to my lips again.

“What are you waiting for, then?” I murmur, my voice betraying a hint of a dare.

He chuckles softly, his fingers trailing down my cheek. “You sure you can handle it?”

I lean forward, closing the space between us just enough that I can feel the heat of his breath against my lips. “I think I can manage.”

Lando’s hand moves to my waist, pulling me a fraction closer until there’s barely any space left between us. “Careful, princess. Once we start, I might not stop.”

His words are a warning, but his eyes tell a different story—one that has me aching to close the distance, to see just how far this tension can go.

Just as Lando leans in, his hand firmly on my waist and his eyes locked on mine, the front door swings open, breaking the moment.

“Y/N!” Aaliyah calls out, her voice bright and oblivious. “You coming? We need you to settle a debate on which of us danced better tonight!”

I pull back, startled, and glance over at the girls standing in the doorway. They don’t notice Lando standing in the shadows just out of their line of sight.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll be right in,” I call, trying to keep my voice steady, heart still racing from the almost-kiss.

Lando chuckles softly, his hand slipping from my waist, though his gaze doesn’t leave mine. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans down, his lips grazing my ear, voice low and teasing. “Guess we’ll have to pick this up some other time, hmm?”

My breath catches, and I turn to give him a playful glare, but he’s already smirking, enjoying every second of my flustered expression. I can barely think straight, still caught up in the heated moment we were just sharing.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs, his tone laced with a promise that has my heart thudding against my chest. He steps back, giving me one last lingering look before turning toward his house. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder with that signature smirk.

“Don’t let those blinds stay open tonight,” he says, voice dripping with suggestion. “Or do. Your call.”

I feel a blush rising to my cheeks as he disappears into the darkness, leaving me there with my heart pounding and my mind racing.

I turn back toward the house, trying to regain my composure as I walk inside. Aaliyah and Liana are too caught up in their dance debate to notice the flush on my face or the slight tremble in my hands.

But as I head upstairs, all I can think about is Lando’s words, his hand on my waist, the almost-kiss that left me wanting so much more. That smirk, that challenge—it’s all burned into my mind, and I can still feel the heat of his touch lingering on my skin.

I lie in bed, staring at my mirror across from the window, replaying the night in my mind. And, despite my better judgment, I leave the blinds just a little open.

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The Next Morning

I wake up to a quiet house, the morning sun streaming in through my half-open blinds. Liana and Aaliyah left early to grab some groceries, promising to be back soon, but I decided to stay and sleep in. After a while, though, I find myself wide awake and craving something sweet—specifically, chocolate chip cookies.

I slip into some cozy clothes and head downstairs, popping on some music as I pull ingredients from the cupboards. Soon, the smell of warm cookies fills the air, and I feel a little proud of my spontaneous baking session. Figuring it’d be a nice way to break the ice, I plate a few to bring next door later.

Just as I pull out the last tray from the oven, there’s a knock at the door. I wipe my hands on a towel, open it, and, sure enough, there’s Lando, standing there with his signature smirk.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he says, stepping in before I can even invite him. “Saw the girls head out and figured you’d still be here. Thought you’d sleep all day after last night’s… excitement.”

I feel my cheeks heat instantly, but I roll my eyes, trying to brush it off. “Good morning to you, too. And no, I don’t sleep all day. I’m actually productive.”

He glances at the mixing bowls and cooling cookies. “Productive, huh? Baking cookies for the new neighbors?” He reaches over, snagging one from the plate. “Are these just for me?”

“They’re for the neighbors,” I say, crossing my arms with a smirk. “But you’re welcome to have one.”

He takes a bite, savoring it with an approving nod. “Alright, alright—not bad. Didn’t peg you as a homemaker.”

“I’ve got layers,” I tease, nudging him lightly.

He chuckles, but his gaze drifts around the kitchen, taking in the scattered ingredients and my little baking mess. His eyes eventually settle back on me, a glint of mischief lighting them up.

“So, I gotta ask,” he says, leaning against the counter, “did you actually move that mirror? Or should I go check?”

I feel a flicker of heat under his gaze, but I keep my tone even, hoping he won’t catch on. “Of course I did. You were right—it needed to be moved.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Oh, yeah? Somehow, I don’t quite believe you.”

Before I can stop him, he’s already heading for the stairs, and my heart leaps. “Lando!” I laugh nervously, following after him. “You don’t need to go up there!”

“Need to see for myself,” he says over his shoulder, that smirk still on his face. “If you really moved it, then you shouldn’t mind me checking.”

He starts toward the stairs, and I blink, realizing what he means. “Wait, Lando—”

But he’s already halfway up, glancing back with that mischievous glint in his eye. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

I trail him up the stairs, heart racing. The truth is, I didn’t move the mirror—it’s still in the exact same spot, right across from the bed. And now he’s about to see it.

He steps into my room and glances around, his gaze landing on the mirror across from the bed, right where he left it in his memory. The corner of his mouth lifts, and he lets out a low chuckle, clearly amused.

“You didn’t move it,” he murmurs, his voice low and pleased.

I cross my arms, trying to play it off. “I like it where it is. Why should I change it just because you got an eyeful?”

Lando steps closer, his gaze never wavering from mine, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe I want another one.”

The tension between us thickens, the air electric. He’s close enough now that I can feel his warmth, his gaze dropping to my lips before returning to my eyes. His hand moves up to gently brush a strand of hair from my face, lingering just a moment too long, fingers tracing down my jaw.

“You’re not afraid of a little attention, are you?” he asks, his voice soft, teasing.

I swallow, trying to steady my breathing. “Depends on who’s watching.”

He leans in even closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Then tonight… don’t close those blinds. And don’t move that mirror.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and filled with promise. My heart races, every nerve tingling as I meet his gaze, a challenge sparking between us that’s impossible to ignore.

Lando’s fingers linger on my jaw for just a moment longer, then he pulls back, that smirk still on his lips as he steps away.

“Enjoy your cookies, Y/N,” he says, glancing over his shoulder as he heads back downstairs, leaving me standing there, breathless, the echo of his words replaying in my mind.

As I watch him leave, I can still feel the heat of his touch, the thrill of his words searing into my memory. And tonight? Well, let’s just say I don’t plan on closing those blinds.

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Later That Night

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting Monaco in a warm, golden glow, I stand in front of my bedroom mirror, adjusting the last few things on my dresser. The blinds are open just enough, casting a soft reflection of the room and inviting in a sliver of the night. I glance over my shoulder at the window, knowing full well who might be watching.

I breathe in, feeling the excitement build. Tonight, I’m ready to give him that “show” he teased me about. I settle onto my bed, relaxing against the pillows, and allow myself to sink into the evening’s quiet. There’s an awareness in the air, the thrill of knowing that maybe, just maybe, I’m being watched.

I reach over to my nightstand, casually bringing out my favorite toys, a purple vibrating dildo and a vibrating toy in the shape of a tongue. Slowly, I begin to lose myself in the moment, all too aware of the tantalizing possibility that Lando might be watching from his window.

Just as I’m truly relaxing into the scene, there’s a firm knock at the door, shattering the silence. My heart jumps as I glance at the door, pulse racing. I hesitate, but something inside pushes me to go see who it is.

I make my way downstairs, opening the door just wide enough to see Lando standing there, his eyes dark, filled with that same mischievous look that’s been driving me crazy. He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“You left your blinds open,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with suggestion. “Thought I’d come by and… check on you.”

In one swift motion, he closes the space between us, his hands sliding around my waist, pressing me firmly against the wall, his body heat igniting every inch of me. His gaze locks onto mine, daring me to pull away, but there’s no chance I would. He dips his head, his lips grazing my ear as he whispers, “You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”

I shiver, the thrill of his words sparking something wild and eager between us. His hands roam, fingers slipping under my shirt, exploring every curve as his lips capture mine in a kiss that’s hungry and unapologetic, each movement demanding a response.

As he carries me to the bedroom, there’s an electric anticipation, an unspoken promise that fills the space between us. The moment we reached my room, he pressed me against the wall, his hands firm on my waist, holding me steady. His gaze meets mine in the mirror across from us, dark and intense, every look fueling the thrill building between us.

He leans in, his voice a low murmur against my neck. “You knew I couldn’t stay away, didn’t you?” His words send a shiver through me, and he slides his hands along my waist, drawing me even closer, his touch both possessive and gentle, filled with the heat we’ve been holding back.

“I did—but I didn’t anticipate you barging in at this hour,” I manage to say between kisses, each one feeling more primal than the last. My core seems to have a mind of its own, my hips grinding against him, wanting more. Needing more.

He grins against my lips. “Didn’t take you for the needy type, princess.” He pulls back, sitting on the bed, leaving me craving the contact.

“Well, princess, not everything comes easy,” he murmurs, his gaze growing hungrier. “You teased me, so now it’s time you learn your lesson.”

I rise from his lap, tugging his shirt off in one motion, my hands exploring his toned chest and feeling his muscles tense under my touch. I trail kisses from his jaw down his neck, my lips grazing every inch, each one making my core ache with anticipation.

Sliding to my knees between his thighs, I reach the waistband of his trousers and boxers, sliding them down to let his hard cock spring free. My eyes, full of lust and need, are fixed on him, my mouth craving the feel of him. I waste no time wrapping my hand around his length, bringing my mouth to the tip, letting my tongue swirl slowly around the head before sliding down, inch by inch.

His moans and grunts grow stronger, more primal by the second. His hands grip my hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail, giving both of us a clearer view in the mirror.

“Fuck, princess, look at you, being such a good girl for me,” he growls, tilting my head to see his cock sliding deep into my mouth, the tip pressing at the back of my throat. Our eyes meet in the reflection, his grin never fading, eyes bright with satisfaction at the sight.

I try hard not to choke or gag as he picks up the pace, using my mouth for his pleasure. I can feel my own need intensifying, wetness pooling as I slip my free hand between my legs, seeking a hint of relief from the ache.

Just as I feel his cum on my tongue, sliding down my throat, my moans vibrate around his length, making him twitch in my mouth. His gaze shifts to the mirror, catching sight of my hand as I touch myself. In that instant, he releases his hold on my head and pulls his cock from my mouth, leaving a mix of confusion and hunger on my face.

“Princess… did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” Lando leans in, lifting my chin so our faces are close, his breath warm against my lips.

“No, you didn’t,” I reply, a hint of rebellion mixed with anticipation flashing across my face.

“Well, bad girls need punishments, so let me think of something.” An idea lights up his eyes as he guides me up onto the bed, positioning me on my hands and knees, facing the mirror. My mascara has smudged, trailing down my cheeks from the tears shed while he was in my mouth.

Part of me craves for him to finally take me and fill me up, while another part wants to see just what punishment he has in store.

He stands beside the bed and instructs me to keep my ass up and face down, so I adjust to ensure we’re both visible in the mirror. Once I settle, Lando’s hand trails from my hair down the arch of my back and onto my ass. He rubs my cheeks, his fingers dipping lower to feel my wetness, sticky and creamy, dripping onto the mattress.

“Look at you. So wet and needy for me,” he murmurs, bringing two fingers coated in my arousal back to my lips. I open my mouth, ready for a taste, and he slides his fingers in, letting me lick them clean. His breath is warm on my neck as he leans close to whisper in my ear.

“Good girls don’t touch themselves unless I say so.” He nibbles on my earlobe. “But it seems like you might just be my needy little slut instead.”

He steps away, the cool air hitting my sensitive core, sending shivers down my spine and adding a thrill to the moment.

Without warning, a sharp smack lands on one of my ass cheeks, the pain mixing with a tingling heat. He rubs over the reddened spot before delivering another smack, this time to the other side.

“Since you teased me twice, you’ll be getting four spanks—unless I see you haven’t learned your lesson.” He counts, “One,” landing a solid smack, then “Two,” and repeats on both sides. By the time he finishes the fourth, his hand has left my skin bright red, each touch leaving a sensitive, electric throb. A mix of pleasure and pain shows on my face with each strike.

“That’s it, my perfect princess,” he murmurs, brushing his fingertips gently over my sore, reddened skin. “You did so well. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” I breathe, arching my back and raising my hips higher, my aching core desperate for attention. A grin spreads across his face as his fingers slip into my folds, rubbing my swollen clit, drawing a moan from my lips with every heavy breath.

Lando’s hunger grows more possessive as he slips a finger inside me, filling my tight heat. The sensation sends my body into overdrive, and the pleasure on his face only fuels the fire inside me. He slides another finger in, his free hand roaming along the curve of my arching spine.

His thumb continues to circle my sensitive clit, his pace quickening as he pumps his fingers in and out, each movement leaving me trembling with need. I bite my lip, trying to muffle my moans, but the pleasure is too much.

“Lando… I’m—close,” I manage to breathe out between gasps and moans.

“Oh, princess, I can see that,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers out of me suddenly, leaving an unbearable emptiness in their wake.

My wetness clings to his fingers in a glistening string as he pulls them away. “Fuck, you look so good on my fingers,” he growls, his gaze fixed on the sight of my arousal. Slowly, he brings his fingers to his lips, wrapping his tongue around them and sucking them clean.

“FUCK. And you taste ten thousand times better.” His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he savors the taste, the heat in the room climbing higher. The sight of him tasting me sends my brain spiraling into bliss, my gaping mouth wordlessly wishing for more.

Moments later, he leans down, his tongue sliding through my folds, the sensation stealing the air from my lungs. He places a light, teasing kiss on my core before beginning to suck and eat every inch of my pussy with eager determination.

“Fuck, you’re addictive, princess,” he murmurs against my entrance, the vibration of his voice making me shiver. His hands grip my ass firmly, spreading me wider, giving him full access to devour me.

His tongue teases my entrance, flicking and dipping inside, making my body twitch and ache for more. My hips start to move on their own, thrusting slightly, begging for him to go deeper.

Without warning, he flips me onto my back, positioning me for a better view. His hands grasp my thighs, and with quick precision, he pulls me to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he toys with my clit, his fingers circling and pressing before diving back between my legs, tongue working with unrelenting fervor.

“Now this, princess,” he murmurs between kisses and licks, his voice dripping with satisfaction, “I’d eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of my life.”

His words push me closer to the edge, my climax approaching rapidly as my legs begin to tremble. His grip tightens on me, holding me in place, preventing me from pulling away from his relentless mouth. My body shudders suddenly as the wave of relief I’ve been craving washes over me.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I grind against his mouth, riding out every pulse of my orgasm, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I feel my arousal spill into his mouth as he greedily licks and sucks, not letting a single drop go to waste. He stands, his eyes dark and filled with hunger, leaning in to kiss me. The taste of my release lingers on his lips, and I moan softly, lost in the sensation.

His hard cock presses against my core, grinding against me with desperate need, and I instinctively move my hips, craving to feel him inside me. His kiss grows rough and possessive, his hand sliding down from my neck to my breasts. He pinches one of my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through me and drawing a gasp that he swallows into the kiss, his grin wicked and satisfied.

“If my needy princess wants something, she has to ask for it,” he whispers, his lips parting from mine with a teasing grin, his breath warm against my ear.

His hand slides down to my clit, his fingers circling and flicking, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My breath hitches, and a soft moan escapes my lips, my mind struggling to process his words.

“Use your words, princess. Tell me what you want,” he growls, his voice firm yet tantalizing, his fingers working me into a frenzy.

“Fuck me, please,” I murmur, my voice trembling as the heat builds in my core, every nerve in my body begging for him.

“Say that again, princess,” he demands, his tone dripping with playful dominance. “A little louder for me.”

“Fuck! I need you to fuck me—to feel you inside me. Please!” The frustration and raw need are evident in my voice, my body aching for him to claim me.

“That’s my good little slut,” he murmurs, satisfaction clear in his tone. He adjusts himself at my entrance, teasing me for a moment before slowly sliding inside, letting me adjust to his size. The stretch is overwhelming, and my fingers instinctively trail down his back, nails digging in and leaving marks. He jolts forward at the sensation, filling me deeper and making my head fall back, my back arching as I gasp at the sudden invasion.

He growls into my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. The rhythm shifts, his chest lifting from mine, giving him a full view of my bare body beneath him. One hand slides to my stomach, pressing down lightly as he picks up speed, fucking me harder and faster, his thrusts deep and commanding.

“That’s it, princess,” he growls, his voice raw with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Let me stretch you just enough to make your pussy become a ring on my cock.” His hips slam into mine with a hunger that matches my own, the sound of our skin meeting echoing through the room.

As his thrusts grow more desperate, his hand reaches for the vibrating tongue toy on the nightstand. Without missing a beat, he presses it against my clit, the sudden overload of sensation making me throw my head back, a loud moan of his name escaping my lips as my hands clutch the sheets for dear life.

A wicked glint of satisfaction flashes across Lando’s face, his grin smug and proud. He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Princess, as much as your moans are music to my ears, we can’t have your friends interrupting us right now—or finding out that their sweet little friend is such a good slut for the guy next door.”

Before I can respond, he grabs my black lace panties by the bed—the ones I’d removed during my earlier “show”—and gently pushes them into my mouth, muffling my cries of ecstasy as he continues to claim me.

My pussy clenches and twitches around his cock as his thrusts grow wetter, the sound of our movements filling the room. My orgasm teeters on the edge, his cum seeping into me, intensifying the sensation.

His growls and moans grow deeper and more primal. “Fuck, princess, you must be close,” he murmurs, his face satisfied as he watches my trembling legs and the euphoria written all over my face.

My muffled cries escape past the panties still in my mouth, vibrating softly in the heated air. “Cum for me, princess,” Lando commands, thrusting into me twice more. His words send me hurtling into my second orgasm of the night, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure consume me.

Lando’s thrusts grow sloppy, his grip on my waist tightening as he buries himself deep inside me. My pussy milks every last drop of his release, the warmth of his cum splashing against my inner walls. With a low growl, he slides out of me, both of our arousals dripping down my thighs and pooling onto the mattress.

He steps back, his eyes lighting up as he takes in the sight of my used, naked body, glistening and dripping with his cum. Slowly, his gaze traces every inch of me, savoring the evidence of what we’d just done.

“You know,” he says, his voice still thick with lust, “I might want this view every hour of the day from now on.” His tone is intoxicating, and he steps closer, gently removing the panties from my mouth before placing a soft kiss on my lips. “What do you think? You agree?” His smirk deepens, a dimple just beginning to peek through.

“I think that can be arranged,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck, a cheeky smile spreading across my face.

“Perfect,” he says, brushing his lips along my skin in a trail of butterfly kisses. “Let me start a shower for you, and then you can get some rest.” His voice is softer now, but still filled with care.

As he moves toward the bathroom, I pull myself up onto shaky feet, my body sore in all the best ways. Each ache is a reminder of every moment we’d just shared. I follow him, leaning on the sink in front of the mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection—flushed, satisfied, and completely undone. The sensation of his cum still seeping out of me draws my attention, and I can’t help but slide a finger down to catch a drop, bringing it to my lips. I shut my eyes, savoring the taste.

Fuck, I need more.

Lando calls to me, his voice echoing softly under the sound of the shower. I walk toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he turns to face me. Pulling him into a sensual kiss, I whisper against his lips, “Are you up for a round two?” A glimmer of mischief dances in my eyes.

Lando grins at my request, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips. Leaning close, he murmurs under the steam of the shower, “I could never deny you a request like that, princess.”

The End

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 7

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy, seizures, memory loss, hospitals, vomiting, blood and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lizzie opened her eyes slowly, the world around her blurry and out of focus. She knew immediately she was in her hospital room, the smell of antiseptic and the dimmed lights a familiar, unwelcome presence.

She groaned softly, the small sound echoing faintly in the stillness of the room. Her throat felt like sandpaper, her mouth dry and aching. She tried to swallow, but her tongue felt too thick, sticking to the roof of her mouth.

“Welcome back,” Tasha said softly, and she turned her head to see her best friend.

"Tasha?" Lizzie croaked out, the simple word sounding like it was torn from her raw throat.

Tasha moved closer, her familiar face coming into focus. "Yeah, it’s me," she said with a quiet smile. "How are you feeling?"

Lizzie's forehead creased in a frown as she tried to take stock of her own body. "Everything hurts," she managed to say, her voice ragged.

Tasha reached out, her hand gentle as she tucked a strand of hair out of Lizzie's face. "I’d be surprised if it didn’t. You gave us quite a scare."

Tasha's eyes were filled with a mixture of affection and worry, something Lizzie was very familiar with.

Lizzie felt a twinge of guilt as she noticed the dark circles under Tasha's eyes, evidence that she'd probably spent the night here, watching over her once again.

“How bad?” She brought out weakly.

Tasha's face pulled into a frown, her usual carefree expression replaced by concern. "Bad," she said simply, not bothering to soften the blow.

Lizzie's eyes closed at the word, a wave of dread washing over her. She knew Tasha wasn't the kind to sugarcoat things, but still, hearing it confirmed was like a punch to the gut.

“You ripped out your IV line too by the way… your elbow is pretty ripped up…and you got stitches in your tongue.”

Lizzie let out a shuddering sigh, hearing the list of her injuries laid out in front of her.

“How many?” She asked weakly.

“Seizures? At least 6. But you were seizing when I found you and Mara was starting to get worried so we don’t know exactly.” Tasha said quietly. “Can you remember…anything?”

Lizzie’s brow furrowed as she tried to access her memories, but they were muddled and hazy. “Not much,” she admitted, her voice soft. “Just…flashes. And pain.”

Tasha nodded, her expression sympathetic. “That’s probably for the best, honestly. It wasn’t pretty.”

But there was something else…something important… “Who won Miami?” She croaked out.

Tasha laughed. “Your boyfriend did.”

Wait what?

Lizzie's eyes widened at Tasha's words. "Boyfriend?" she croaked out, her voice slightly higher than normal.

Tasha smirked, clearly amused by the mix of confusion and surprise on Lizzie's face. "Yep. Lando. Your boyfriend. He won Miami."

Lizzie's mind was reeling. Lando? Her boyfriend? She thought she must've been hallucinating. "He's not my boyfriend," she protested weakly.

Tasha raised an eyebrow, her face the portrait of skepticism. "Oh really? You want to tell me that the same bloke that flew around the globe the moment he heard that you were in the hospital after he finally won a Formula 1 Grand Prix isn't your boyfriend? The same guy that hasn't left you since you arrived? That keeps holding your hand?"

Tasha stared pointedly to the other side of her bed and Lizzie turned her head.

"It's all too much for little Lando Norris," Tasha chortled with some amusement.

Lando was there. deep asleep in a chair that Lizzie just knew was horribly uncomfortable.

Lizzie felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of him.

He looked exhausted. His hair was rumpled, his clothes slightly askew. There were bags under his eyes, and his mouth was open slightly as he snored softly, his head tilted back against the wall in a position that was bound to be painful.

It looked like he'd been there for a long time. Like he hadn't left her side at all.

Tasha chuckled softly. "Looks a bit cute when he sleeps," she commented, still amused. "Like a big ol’ puppy. Kinda like Mara. The only thing lacking is the twitching paws.”

Lizzie was still staring at Lando, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. She had so many questions. But right now, all she could focus on was the fact that he was here, fast asleep, keeping her company.

"Why..." Lizzie finally managed to get out, her voice hoarse. "Why is he..?"

Tasha's expression softened. "Because, love," she said gently. "That boy cares about you. A lot."

Lizzie swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. She was overwhelmed by the realisation. Lando cared for her. He cared enough to hop on a plane and fly halfway around the globe as soon as he found out she was hurt. And now, he was here. Fast asleep in a hospital chair, just so he could be near her.

Tasha patted her hand, clearly enjoying her inner turmoil. "Don’t look so shocked," she teased. "It’s not like it isn’t obvious.”

"Shut up," Lizzie grumbled weakly, still staring at Lando’s sleeping form.

"Though we are going to have a talk about the fact that you are dating a bloody F1 driver and haven't said a single word to me," Tasha told her with a snort. "A McLaren driver. Really?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "It's not like I planned it," she defended herself weakly. "It just happened."

Tasha shook her head, amused. "It just happened," she repeated drily. "With an F1 driver. I can’t believe you."

Lizzie huffed, turning her head to glare at her sister. But the effect was ruined by her exhaustion and the fact that she was propped up by a dozen pillows.

Tasha chuckled at her attempts to be intimidating, clearly not feeling threatened. "Relax, sweetie," she said. "I’m happy for you. But I am going to make fun of you for this."

Lizzie sighed, leaning her head back against her pillow. "You’re insufferable, you know that?"

Tasha grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Yeah, but you love me anyway."

"Besides, I am gonna go home now, and leave you with your boy," Tasha sing-songed. "You should thank me."

Lizzie groaned, letting her head drop back on her pillow. "Don’t leave,” she protested weakly.

Tasha just laughed, clearly enjoying her distress. "Don’t be such a baby. You’ve got your boyfriend to keep you company.”

"He’s asleep," Lizzie protested weakly, watching Lando’s sleeping form.

Tasha shrugged, undeterred. "So? Wake him up."

"I’m not going to wake him up." Lizzie grumbled, still eyeing Lando’s sleeping form. He looked adorable when his face was all relaxed.

Tasha smirked. "That’s because you enjoy watching him sleep," she teased. "Admit it."

Lizzie felt her face flush at her sister’s words, and she shot her a disapproving look. "I do not," she said stubbornly.

Tasha was clearly enjoying herself, her smirk growing wider. "Oh really? Then why are you blushing, hmm?"

Lizzie could feel her cheeks growing hotter, and she tried to hide her face, but the blasted hospital gown only exposed more of her already flushed face. "I’m not blushing. It's the drugs."

Tasha let out a hoot of laughter, clearly not buying her excuse. "Nice try. You're totally blushing and we both know why."

Lizzie grumbled, still staring at Lando's sleeping form. He was blissfully oblivious to their bickering, his snores still filling the room.

Tasha just smirked. "You know, it's kind of cute how you're watching him like a hawk," she teased.

Lizzie huffed, trying to ignore her sister's amusement. "I'm not watching him. I'm just... making sure he's comfortable."

"Sure, sure," Tasha said with a knowing smirk. "Because everyone knows the best way to make sure someone's comfortable is to stare at them like they're a cute puppy."

Lizzie shot her sister a withering look, but Tasha just chuckled. "Relax, Lizzie Lou. I’m just teasing you. I think it’s adorable."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the hint of a smile that was creeping onto her face.

Tasha smirked, noticing the change in her expression. "Aww, look at that. You’re not denying you think he’s cute."

Lizzie huffed, trying to salvage some pride. "I... I’m not saying he isn’t cute," she mumbled.

"Oho, so you do think he’s cute," Tasha teased, the smirk still plastered on her face.

Lizzie groaned, her face flushing again. "Shut up."

Tasha just laughed, clearly enjoying her sister's embarrassment. "Don’t worry. It’s cute. You're acting like a little school girl with a crush."

"Go away," she told Tasha.

Tasha just chuckled and ruffled Lizzie's hair affectionately. "Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to your staring. But I’m not done teasing you about this."

Lizzie groaned, burying her face in her pillow dramatically. "You’re the worst, you know that?"

Tasha grinned, clearly relishing in Lizzie's dramatics. "Yep, I know. But you love me anyway."

Lizzie grumbled but didn’t deny it. Tasha just laughed again. "Alright, I’m gonna leave you to your... ogling," she teased, her voice full of mirth.

Lizzie gritted her teeth at Tasha's teasing tone but didn’t object. "Just go," she said, her voice still hoarse.

Tasha grinned one last time. "Alright, alright. I’m going. Have fun with your ogling."

Lizzie just rolled her eyes and huffed, sinking back into the pillows with a sigh.

Tasha chuckled again as she ruffled Lizzie’s hair fondly. "Don’t drool too much."

Lizzie groaned and swat at her hand, but Tasha just laughed, dodging the weak blow.

"Good night, Lizzie," Tasha said as she started walking towards the door.

Lizzie just grumbled and made a face at her, but the effect was ruined by the fact that she was still propped up by pillows and looking exhausted.

Tasha just smirked at her attempted protest and blew her a kiss, amused by Lizzie's grumpy expression. "Sleep tight. And try not to stare at your boyfriend too much. You might creep him out."

Lizzie just rolled her eyes and blew a raspberry in response, a childish gesture that made Tasha laugh and shake her head.

With a final wave, Tasha disappeared out the door, leaving Lizzie alone with Lando, who was still fast asleep in the chair.

She turned her head to look at him, her heart doing a strange little flutter as she watched his chest rise and fall with each slow breath.

Despite Tasha's teasing, Lizzie couldn’t help but stare at Lando. He looked so endearingly tired, his normally carefully styled hair now sticking up in all directions. It was a side of him that not many people got to see, and Lizzie felt a strange sense of privilege at the fact that she was able to witness it.

Mara took that moment to decide that Lizzie made a better place to sleep than the bed and came crawling up.

Lizzie groaned as Mara clambered onto the bed, the dog's weight making the mattress dip.

"You cheeky thing," Lizzie murmured, reaching out to pet Mara under the chin. Mara just wagged her tail and settled down, curling up against Lizzie's side.

Lizzie chuckled softly, her hand buried in Mara's fur. "Comfy, huh? Using me as a pillow now, are we?"

Mara just closed her eyes and leaned into her touch, clearly comfortable and relaxed.

Lizzie continued to pet her, her fingers running over the soft fur. It was nice to have a little bit of normalcy. Even when it was just this.

She glanced over at Lando, still fast asleep, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of affection. He looked so adorable, his face relaxed in sleep, his lips slightly parted.

...and then Mara decided that slobbering and licking all over their entertwined hands was the thing to do.

That woke up Lando, no question about that.

Lando’s eyes shot open at the unexpected sensation of Mara licking at his hands. He jerked upright, startled out of his sleep, and looked down at his now slobbery hand.

He glanced over at Lizzie, who was trying (and failing) to stifle a laugh.

"What the...?" Lando muttered, clearly befuddled and a little annoyed. He wiped his hand on the material of his trousers, trying to get rid of the slobber.

Lizzie couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle at his expression. "Sorry," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Mara thought you needed some extra canine affection."

Lando gave Lizzie an exasperated look, his annoyance melting away at the sound of her laugh. "Right," he said drily, shaking his head. "Because nothing says "affection" like having a dog slobber all over you while you’re trying to sleep.”

She wanted to laugh, but all that came out was: "You are here," Lizzie said weakly.

Lando looked over at her, his expression softening as he took in her weak form. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I am."

The simple words held so much weight in the quiet of the room, and Lizzie felt a surge of emotions. She had never been so glad to see someone in her life.

"You...you didn’t have to come all this way," Lizzie managed to say, her throat still raw.

Lando shook his head. "Yes, I did," he said, his voice firm. "You...you scared me, you know? Hearing what happened... I had to come."

Lizzie’s heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, and she wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to reassure him. But the IVs and monitors kept her firmly tethered to the bed.

Instead, she settled for a small smile. "I’m fine, you know," she said weakly. "Just a bit... sore."

Llando gave her a look that clearly said he didn’t believe her. "You call being hooked up to all these machines and having multiple seizures 'just a bit sore'?" he asked, his tone slightly harsh.

Lizzie flinched at the harshness in his tone, but she knew he was right. "Alright, alright," she mumbled. "Maybe it’s a bit more than just 'a bit sore'. But I’m still alive, aren’t I?"

Lando sighed and ran a hand through his already unruly hair. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "But... God, it's been so damn scary, Liz."

“I thought… you didn’t answer any of my text messages,” he said weakly.

Lizzie’s heart sank at his words. She hadn’t meant to worry him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Lando shook his head and let out a hoarse laugh. "Of course you’re apologising," he said, his voice filled with a mix of irritation and affection. "You just went through hell and back and you’re apologising to me."

Lizzie just gave him a small smile. "Well, you know me," she said weakly. "I’m a big softie."

Lando huffed and ran a hand over his face. He looked exhausted and incredibly anxious, and it was clear that he had been worried sick about her.

“You won?” She asked him.

Lando looked at her in confusion for a moment before understanding dawned on his face.

"Oh," he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah. I won."

Lizzie's eyes widened in surprise. "You did?" she asked, unable to keep the awe out of her voice.

Lando nodded, the pride in his eyes clear. "Yeah, I did."

A mixture of emotions washed over Lizzie - pride, amazement, but also sadness. Lando had won, but she hadn’t been there to witness it.

She swallowed thickly, the words sticking in her throat. "I... I wish I could have seen it," she said, her voice hoarse.

Lando’s expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. "I’ll show you the highlights when you're feeling better, alright? You just focus on getting better."

Lizzie felt the comforting warmth of Lando's hand gripping hers, and she gave him a small, grateful smile.

"You better show me everything," she told him, her voice still weak. "I want to see every lap, every overtake. No skipping."

Lando chuckled softly, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "Deal," he promised.

They were quiet for a moment, their hands still holding. Lizzie studied Lando's face, taking in weary lines and the dark circles under his eyes. It was clear that he hadn’t gotten much rest since the accident.

"When was the last time you slept?" Lizzie said quietly, breaking the silence.

“Literally five minutes ago, you woke me,” he said with a snort.

“From a nap on a hospital chair. I know how uncomfortable these are,” she shot back. “I meant in a real bed.”

Lando grimaced at the mention of the hospital chair. "Yeah, this chair is brutal," he agreed. "My back is killing me."

Lizzie chuckled weakly. "Maybe you should just get in the bed with me," she said teasingly. 

Lando’s eyes widened at her words, and he looked at her sceptically. "Are you sure that’s a good idea? You know, with the IV lines and all that."

Lizzie shrugged noncommittally. "I don’t think the nurse will mind," she said, her tone still teasing. "I’ll just tell them you’re my emotional support F1 driver."

Lando let out a snort of laughter at her words, his lips curving into a grin. "Yeah, I’m sure that’s a completely normal arrangement," he said sarcastically.

"Hey, it’s a valid medical need," Lizzie said with mock seriousness. "I need my F1 driver cuddles to help me heal."

Lando rolled his eyes, but he was still grinning. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?"

Lizzie feigned an offended expression. "Me? Ridiculous? I’m wounded, I’ll have you know.

Lando chuckled at her dramatic act. "Oh, trust me, I know you’re wounded. You’ve got enough cables and tubes attached to you to prove that."

Lizzie stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you. I’m already suffering enough. I think the least you can do is give me some cuddles."

Lando pretended to consider her request for a moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine," he said, putting on a show of resignation. "I suppose I can sacrifice myself for your healing purposes."

Lizzie grinned victoriously as Lando stood up from the chair. He maneuvered himself onto the bed carefully, trying not to disturb the IV lines.

Once he was settled, Lizzie scooted closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through their clothes. She buried her face into his side, inhaling his familiar scent.

Lando wrapped his arm around her gently, his hand resting on the small of her back. "This better not be a ploy to steal all my body heat," he joked.

“Can you give me my phone?” She requested

Lando nodded and reached over to the bedside table, where Lizzie’s phone was resting. He grabbed it and handed it to her.

"Here you go," he said, "but don’t get too sucked into it. You need to rest."

Lizzie rolled her eyes playfully as she took her phone. "Relax, I’m just going to check my messages."

Lando eyed her suspiciously. "You’re not going to play Candy Crush or something, are you?"

Lizzie gave him a wounded look. "I’m only going to check my messages."

She opened the phone and started scrolling through her inbox. Lando shifted next to her, getting more comfortable as he made himself at home.

“…by the way, just ignore what I wrote you,” he said suddenly.

Lizzie looked up from her phone, a puzzled expression on her face. "Ignore what?" she asked, unsure of what he was talking about.

Lando let out a sigh, a weary look in his eyes. "Just… ignore any of the texts or voicemails I sent you while you were in here. They’re stupid, and they don’t matter."

Lizzie’s curiosity was piqued. She set her phone down and looked at him, her expression soft. "Why? What did you say?"

Lando ran a hand through his hair, his expression sheepish. "Just… things I shouldn’t have said. Things I didn’t mean. I was just... frustrated, and worried, and not thinking straight. I didn’t mean any of it, seriously."

Lizzie felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She could only imagine what kind of things he’d written or said to her while she’d been unconscious.

"Hey," she said softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. You don’t have to feel embarrassed."

Lando let out a hoarse laugh, the sound lacking any real humor. "Trust me, it was. I was… not in a good headspace, and I may have said some things you didn’t need to hear."

Lizzie’s heart ached. She could imagine how stressful this situation had been for him and she couldn’t help but feel a little responsible for the pain he’s been through.

"I don’t care what you said," she said firmly, her grip on his arm tightening. "I still care about you, you big dummy."

Still, she scrolled through her text messages…and tapped on Lando’s name, scrolling up till her last message to him.

And then she got to read all of it.

Lizzie's heart sank as she read through the messages Lando had sent her, each one filled with panic, worry, and a hint of angry frustration. She could tell that he had been struggling, that the stress and worry had gotten the best of him.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and kept reading, each message more emotional and desperate than the last.

And the fact that he had thought she didn’t care about his win…that she was simply ghosting him…

As she continued reading, Lizzie's heart ached with every message. She could feel the pain, the fear, the frustration radiating from his words. And the fact that he had thought she was ignoring him… that she didn’t care about his win… that stung like a dagger to her heart.

The messages were a stark contrast to the Lando she knew, the confident, carefree guy who seemed to take everything in stride. These messages revealed a side of him that was vulnerable, insecure, and desperately in need of reassurance.

“Lando.”

Lando's attention snapped back to Lizzie, his eyes widening in surprise. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Lizzie let out a heavy sigh, her hand trembling as she held up the phone. "Did you really think I would just... ignore your messages like that? That I didn't care about your win?"

Lando fidgeted uncomfortably under her gaze, his eyes flickering away from hers. "I...I don't know," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "I just... you didn't reply, and I thought... I thought you were angry with me or something."

Lizzie's heart ached at his words. She could see the guilt and shame etched on his face, and she knew that he was beating himself up over his reaction.

"I… I was unconscious, Lando," she said softly. "I couldn’t exactly respond."

Lando let out a frustrated huff, his eyes still averting hers. "I know that," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I know that now, and I feel like an idiot for even thinking that. But at the time, I was just... scared. And angry. And worried."

Lizzie could see the mix of emotions on his face - guilt, shame, regret, and still that tinge of anger at himself. She scooted a little closer to him, her hand reaching out to take his.

"Hey, look at me," she said softly.

Lando bit his lip, his eyes flickering up to meet hers reluctantly. He looked so weary, so tired, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Lizzie took a deep breath, trying to choose her words carefully. "I want you to know that I would never, ever intentionally ignore you. Especially for something as important as your first win. I know how much it means to you. I care about you.”

Lando let out a hoarse laugh, his expression still marred with guilt. "I know you care about me," he said, his voice hoarse. "I just... I don’t know. Maybe I was just feeling selfish. I just wanted to hear from you, y’know?"

Lizzie nodded, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand. "I get it," she said softly. "I really do. But you have to know that I would never ignore you like that. You mean too much to me."

Lando’s expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice laced with regret. "I’m sorry for being an idiot. I should’ve handled things better."

"Hey," Lizzie said softly, her grip on his hand tightening. "You were worried. And scared. I get it. But you need to stop beating yourself up about it. I’m fine. We’re both fine. And I’m not going anywhere, okay?"

Lando let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders finally sagging in defeat. He looked at Lizzie, his expression weary but genuine. "Okay," he murmured. "Okay. I just... I needed to hear that, I guess."

Lizzie gave him a small smile, her hand still holding his. "You don’t have anything to be sorry for, you idiot," she said teasingly. "Just... try not to jump to conclusions next time, alright?"

Lando let out a huff of laughter, his expression finally lightening a bit. "Yeah, yeah, I’ll try," he said, a hint of his usual teasing tone back in his voice.

“And I am so fucking proud of you,” Lizzie told him softly.

Lando's expression softened, the guilt and worry in his eyes fading away. "You...you are?" he asked, like he couldn't quite believe her words.

Lizzie nodded fervently, her grip on his hand tightening. "Of course I am," she said firmly. "You won, Lando. You actually did it. I’m so incredibly proud of you."

Lando let out a shaky breath, his eyes welling up with emotion. "You really... you really mean that?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Lizzie's heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. She wanted nothing more than to hold him close and tell him how proud she was.

"I do," she said softly. "I really do. You’re incredible, Lando. You have no idea how amazing you are."

Lando sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. "You’re just saying that because you’re drugged up," he said, a hint of his usual teasing tone still in his voice.

Lizzie rolled her eyes playfully. "I’m not that drugged up," she said, poking his side with her free hand. "I can still think clearly enough to know how incredible you are."

So incredible. She managed to lean up, and press a chaste kiss against his lips.

“Incredible enough that I get to call you my girlfriend? He asked her hoarsely as she pulled back.

Lizzie's heart fluttered at his words, her cheeks heating up.

"Of course you get to call me your girlfriend," she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And I get to call you my boyfriend. The incredible, amazing, F1 race-winning boyfriend."

[earthtokhal]

If I see one more person calling my driver washed, I'm going to absolutely lose it, when other drivers can week in and week out be bad and there's no masses calling for them to be replaced or for them to retire.

People claiming they're fans but they're tired of making excuses for him. People saying they love him but maybe it's time he leaves.

It's high time all of these people realize that they're holding Daniel to much higher standards because they actually think he can do better than what he is currently showing.

Because saying one driver is washed while simultaneously saying the other driver is having his best season yet and yet both of them have the smallest gap between teammates is contradicting and it also downplays the season Yuki has been having.

The car is shit, every single time they change something, one of the drivers struggle. We haven't really had a weekend since perhaps Miami sprint where both drivers were performing well. Even then, we needed a penalty for Lewis (?) to get both cars in the points and you know what? There was no strategy to fumble.

People had already written Daniel off and the only time he gets props is if they want to point out that SP is doing badly.

People must also remember that most of the time we're getting points with either of the drivers is if someone gets a penalty or they dnf. The cars very rarely gain or keep their places at the start and the drs opening on lap two puts the midfield and back markers in a DRS train they rarely can get out off.

Daniel has had a great career and no amount of history revising from trolls will change that. Daniel's career isn't over, he is here and he has the current seat and I have full faith that he will do everything in his own power to make sure he performs well.

There is nothing he can do about cold tyres, bad strategies, getting rear ended or traffic and he is the first person to admit when he has performed badly.

He also does not have the new PU, after whatever the hell happened in Silverstone, he is still driving with that replacement PU. The team tried to fix the issues he was having this weekend and then he had no opportunities to attempt any set up today.

Anything can happen tomorrow, his inter runs looked promising but we still have 9 more to go (and perhaps even next season)

No amount of race weekend stress and/or contract talk stress will ever make me say that supporting my driver makes me drained.

[neptunescore]

Kinda off topic, but do you think that people forget that F1 is BOTH a drivers championship and constructors? People complain that certain drivers are washed and if they had a different car they wouldn’t be as successful. I saw Zak Brown (I hate him sm, I don’t even have a valid reason I just do LOL) say how Max is great but he wouldn’t win championships without RedBull dominance. But isn’t that the point? Almost every championship was won by a championship level car. That’s how dominance happens BECAUSE it’s whichever team is the best at the regulations. It’s literally why FIA always changes the regulations, people expect we’ll see a drivers true form when they are in a different car. Also he said how Lando would match Max in a straight fight and… I’m sorry to say but their grids when they began were two different worlds. I respect Lando as a driver and person (I did question his comment on the Orange but it is whatever, no one knows if it was for PR or out of his own mouth) but we have literal past champions and experts talking about the driver’s expertise. I’ll admit the car is a huge play (maybe like 70%) but the driver is who makes the difference. A good example is Lewis. I love him but everyone knows Mercedes downfall. He showed how much the car plays a role but also how good the driver has to be. We’ve seen him in China sprint be able to get second place because of good setup from the team and because he was able to make that difference. You can argue for many drivers such as Seb, Kimi, hell maybe add Max when he didn’t have the best car on the grid, they all won races even without the best car. Even if those wins were through safety cars or just plain strategy, which is something some teams really struggle in. McLauren happened to be the best car in Miami and had a good start (dare I say luck too) but you can also see from the other teams that everyone was struggling. No one improved their times Q3, a lot of complaints about the cars not being right. This is turning into a Zak Brown hate speech now but I think it’s important that he realizes for Lando to matchup with top drivers like Max or Lewis he needs consistency. Something that drivers such as Charles is good at. He’s still young and he has time but currently? He doesn’t stand a chance in equal machinery, different from what Zak previously stated.

Sorry for my rant!! I went off topic myself but I just think a lot of people in the media (cough twitter) forget how many teams care about the constructors championship more than the driver’s one. No one is a car merchant because there is no way you can make the car’s equal in all fields. Even if the driver isn’t the most important bit their expertise is what makes the difference!

...heyyy (im so sorry it took me so long to answer this ask anon😭, I swear I would've done sooner but at that point all of my asks were just hate crimes and I was NOT feeling the vibe. I'm back now!!!❤️🤗)

But anyway, YOURE SO RIGHT NONNIE. Ugh and this is smthng that acc makes me so irritated sometimes, bc in the end, f1 is more business than it is sport and teams NEED sponsors. I feel like alot of ppl forget that, like the drivers and teams literally DO have to pay to remain in the sport.

This means that the whole point of a team is to build the absolute best of a car they can, especially for teams at the top (rbr, ferrari, mclaren, mercedes), bc that's what the sponsors want. That's what the drivers WANT. They WANT a dominating car. They WANT a car that's 1 second ahead of the wholeass grid. They WANT that. And if top teams don't deliver that then yes, they ARE gonna lose both drivers and sponsors.

I feel like so many fans forget that f1 is literally the MOST competitive sport. No driver wants to be out there in equal machinery. They just want to WIN. Sponsors don't care how competing cars have been beaten, they just want the team they've picked to be ON TOP.

Now, away from all the money talk, fans who put EVERYTHING a driver achieves on to the 'car' just piss me off. You literally cannot be saying that. You cannot be saying max's dominance is only bc of the car when this man has a 20 SECOND GAP to the next car, while his teammate is literally fighting to make it to q3. Like please. Go look in the mirror and think abt ur comments bfr they leave your mouth😭. Monaco also proves that so well, the redbull car was absolute SHIT there, and max still managed to put it up in p6.

Who is not a Zak brown hater in this economy nonnie😌✊🏽, dw I completely get u. Literally no points to add to that bc everything uve said is so right. I feel like Zak just puts lando on a pedestal that lando has NOT achieved. There's still a long way for lando to go, and while I am happy for him and his first race win – Zak brown immediately saying lando is a championship competitor right after it is just hilarious to me😭. Like slow down bro, chill.

All in all, consistency is KEY. And literally not one driver wants to be in a car that's the same as their competitors.🤗

Edit: also nonnie, can I ask who ur fave team/ driver is?? I just like the way you talk and I wanna know so bad now.

[astralfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { FEMI LUONG } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { SHE } is ? they kind of look like { KARRUECHE TRAN } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 35 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { TEN YEARS  }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { CECE PAREKH } from { NEW GIRL }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { LOST BOYS INK } as a { TATTOO ARTIST }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { VIXEN } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { GUARDED } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { UNAPOLGETIC } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 1 BEDROOM } apartment beside me over in { OCEAN'S EDGE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!  { MARCY. 25. SHE/THEY. CST. }

full name: femi luong

nicknames: fem, fifi

birthday: november 8, 1988

hometown: torrance, california

occupation: artist at lost boys inc, dancer

hobbies: giving herself late night tattoos, taking pilates classes, roller skating, washing money

lives: ocean's edge

aesthetic: butterfly kisses, messages written on bathroom walls, missed calls at 2 am, fresh tattoos and half used bottles of perfume.

background: tw prison, drugs, criminal activity

born to anika and duy luong, the first ten years of femi’s life were picture perfect. family dinners, road trips to visit relatives, summer camp every year. that was until spring of her eleventh year, when her father went to prison for the first time on a burglary charge.

shortly after her father’s first sentencing, her mother divorced him and remarried, having known nothing about his criminal side gigs. during the next year and a half, femi had little to no contact with her father as her mom and stepmom felt it would be best for her. after his release, he was allowed supervised visits and eventually every other weekend.

on these weekends her dad would take her to the ice cream shop, which was actually a deal. or the park, where they were pulling a gig. you’d be surprised how many people believe you were under their car because your kid’s ball rolled under it, not because you were actually stealing catalytic converters.

femi found these secret trips with her dad exhilarating, the need for chaos and the next come up following her throughout high school. her moms often had screaming matches with her, not understanding where they’d went wrong and still not privy to what actually went on when she went to her dad’s.

despite her tumultuous extra curriculars, femi maintained excellent grades and often found school too easy. after graduating high school she was accepted to el camino college where she transferred to ucla, receiving her bachelors in business. up to this point, she’d still been living a double life and painting a picture for her moms while doing jobs for her dad on the weekends.

after graduating, femi decided she needed more than la had to offer and packed her things up, moving to palmview. it's proximity to miami enticed her, convinced she could build her own empire on it's outskirts. since being in palmview, femi has been dancing at various clubs and lounges, both in and out of palview, with brief stints as a bottle girl to support her luxury lifestyle. it wasn’t until 6 years ago when a regular ( wc pending ) let her in on his business, washing money through their nightly dances. after doing successful work for 3 years, he was giving consistent bonuses and realized her business degree was worth something, noticing how she brought in and kept clientele while remaining discreet.

this is when they became partners rather than being his subordinate. being let in on the business, femi knew she would need something more legitimate for the amount of income she intended to have. tattooing had originally been a hobby she practiced on herself and friends, but she decided to use it to her advantage and take the opening at lost boys ink. she’s been successfully washing money and attending tattoo conventions, yet is unwilling to give up her dancing gig because of the familiarity.

[shifty-ss]

Introducing My 80’s Fame Life

About My 80’s Life:

It begins in January of 1980 but I’m shifting to November 1980 (on my birthday!)

I am a 25 year old singer, director & actress in this life (overachievers never prosper, I know but just watch me)

My friend group who I call The Bitchin’ Babes are made up of me, Michael Jackson, Donna Summer, Freddie Mercury, Chaka Khan and my best friend, Rita Martín (we are absolute chaos together)

I am basically the Beyoncé of 1980 (thank you, Beyoncé in advance)

It’s set in Miami, Florida (the vibes will be off the charts)

About Me:

My stage name is Saint Elias

I have one older sister named Juniper who everyone affectionately calls Juni. She’s a famous choreographer and dance instructor with her own studio.

Me and my sister were adopted by Daniel and Judith Abernathy-Lockhart when we were just two and three years old (our birth parents come to start drama in like ‘86, I’m on their ass when they come too)

My parents are both famous in their own ways, my dad was a Jazz musician in the late 50’s and 60’s (he’s now my music producer) and my mom was THEE supermodel in the 60’s (they slowed down once they adopted us so they could be involved in our lives more, they were traveling like nobody’s business at one point in time)

I began acting at just 17 years old when my mom told me about an audition for The Godfather and I got the role of Kay Adams

I have two dogs, Milo and Sam (who I call Sam-Sam) and I’ve had them since 1978 when they were born (they’re brothers and act like it but those are my sons, I guess 🙄)

I’m currently dating Amir Carter, the hottest F1 driver of the year (he doesn’t exist here so don’t bother looking him up 💀)

Uh. . . that’s it?

About My Career:

I have acted in 12 movies since I got my start in The Godfather (1972) as Kay Adams at only 17 years old

My 1970 - 1979 filmography includes The Exorcist, Ganja and Hess, The Godfather: Part II, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Jaws, Cooley High, Car Wash, Saturday Night Fever, Halloween, The Dream Team (original movie), and Omerta (another original movie

I co-own a production company, Neat & Jazzy Productions with my best friend, Rita (we registered it in 1978)

As a director, I have released two films as of November 1980, one is called The Walk which is my debut short film and the other is called Hem, a horror movie that I co-directed with my best friend

As for my singing career, I released my debut album, ‘Straight Up’ on December 5th, 1980, my sophomore album ‘Sorry I Missed You’ on October 3rd, 1982, my junior album ‘Emerald City’ on February 22nd, 1985

You see how all of them are spaced out? I’m usually directing or acting in between those times (plus I kinda like directing more than all of them combined)

My schedule is always packed but never to the point where I’m stressed out or burnt out (If I wanted that, I’d stay in this reality 😭) so I have time for family, friends, and everything in between!

About My Friends:

Rita Martín (24) has been my best friend since middle school and together, we always had a love of film so much that we went into business for it, she’s my ride or die and my oldest friend. She’s such a “grab life by the balls” kind of person and isn’t afraid of SHIT but is such a lovergirl at heart. She pushes me to be my very best

Al Pacino (25) is one of my longtime friends, we both got our start in The Godfather and even though our careers both skyrocketed and we saw less of each other as time went on, we’re always there for each other (pretty sure the way our friendship is set up, we were soulmates in another life)

Michael Jackson (26) is one of my biggest headaches but easily my best friend, we met when we were auditioning for The Wiz in 1977 and even though I lost the role of Dorothy, I gained a friendship in him (we have that relationship where our mission is to get on each other’s last nerve and together, we are ALWAYS playing around, it got so bad, award shows won’t seat us together anymore 💀). We share a love of Halloween so every year we throw Saint Michael’s Halloween Bash, but it’s really for friends and family cause we don’t want profit from it.

Donna Summer (28) or “Dawn” as I call her is my most impulsive friend, like you know how some people have an impulse every hour or maybe a few days? She has them EVERY 30 MINUTES and yes I indulge (SAFELY). I met her when I opened for her Bad Girls Tour in 1979. I have gotten multiple calls of her telling me that she did the most impulsive thing anybody in life could think of. “So I cut my hair” (she fucked it up too), “I bought three rabbits” (there’s no way you need three, Donna please), “I bought us plane tickets to Guam, we leave tomorrow” (I have work????). She just does shit to do it and honestly, I don’t know how she does it, but it works

Freddie Mercury (27) or Fredrico as I call him (he hates it) is also one of my oldest friends who I met in 1975 during a recording session. He liked my voice so much that we recorded a song, but unfortunately due to tight scheduling, we never got around to releasing it, but we did keep in touch. Now this ball of energy that I call a friend keeps me on my toes EVERYDAY. One time he spotted paparazzi (they weren’t paying attention to us) and started full blown SPRINTING like he was being chased. No warning, no nothing. Just started running like he was crazy. Shit like that is what I mean when I say he keeps me on my toes cause there was no reason to start running, absolutely NONE, but he enjoys living life like that and I think it’s hilarious.

Chaka Khan also known as CK, is my introverted baby girl and I will fight ANYONE about her, but anyway, I met her at Donna’s after party for her Bad Girls album in 1979 and we just CLICKED. There’s something about our friendship that is just so pure and full of love. Now while she isn’t as chaotic as everyone else, she still has her moments and they’re just as funny. She won’t endorse chaos but she will definitely be apart of it. That’s my CK in a nutshell.

Denzel Washington (25) is someone I’ve known for five years and is my future boyfriend / husband. We are the ultimate friends to lovers trope. He’s so sweet, but also will make it his mission to be as sarcastic as possible. You’ll think he’s joking and he’s looking at you with the straightest face you’ve ever seen. Sometimes it scares cause if looks could kill. . . But anyway, everybody’s been rooting for us since 1975 and we just keep putting it off until March 1981 when it just all comes together. He also loves a good prank so beware if it’s Prank Week cause he is gonna go HARD.

So that’s my life in depth, wanna know more? Or about another life? All you gotta do is ask!

[topknot32]

Miami (2/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- olivia and chris's story continues three weeks after the events of designated driver. olivia meets chris at a local diner for breakfast, but things don't go as planned, hurtling her life down a new path.

warnings- 18+. Eventual smut. Violence in general.

word count- 3K

note- I own nothing but the plot. GIFs belong to whoever made them. I found them on google 🖤

The entire flight, Olivia's nerves were on edge. Kai did his best to sit in his seat and be good, but he wasn’t quite three and perfection wasn't to be expected. She alternated between movies on the headrest television, playing rock, paper, scissors,  and pointing out the window at the city lights at night as they passed over to keep him entertained.

By the time they landed in Miami, she was exhausted, but she had to keep it together. She had no idea who or what was waiting for them at the end of this, and she started to feel stupid for bringing her son to a place she wasn't absolutely certain was safe.

I can just scream for help, she thought. Airports are filled with security.

While waiting for their turn to get off the plane, Olivia took a few deep calming breaths as Kai bounced up and down in his seat holding his favorite stuffed cow. Soon enough, it was their turn, and she carried the toddler all the way to the gate where a crowd of people were waiting for their loved ones. She searched for Chris, hoping it was him here to greet them, but he was no where to be found.

The instructions didn't say anything about what to do after arriving in Miami, but she told herself it didn't matter if no one picked her up. She had the cash that was left in the envelope, so the worst case scenario would be getting a hotel and enjoying a few days in Florida with her son alone. Just as she was about to head past the gate, she spotted a somewhat familiar face. It was Mick, but his facial hair had been shaved down to just a short goatee, and he'd lost a bunch of weight. He held a placard that said Emily Davis.

She exhaled a big breath of relief, and waved. Mick offered her a nod of acknowledgement. "Miss Davis," he said.

"Hi, um—" She didn't know what to call him, whether or not he was going by an alias.

"Michael," he said, reaching for her carryon. Olivia handed it over and situated Kai on her hip.

"Michael, huh, creative."

He glanced back behind her as if checking to see if she was followed. "Everything go okay?"

"Other than only having a day to plan a trip with a toddler, sure."

"I mean, did you notice any tails."

Olivia hadn't been paying attention, too nervous with her mind on other things, but she didn't think so. "No, not that I noticed."

Mick aka Michael nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, let's go then."

He led the way through the airport, not saying much of anything at all. Back in Detroit, Mick had always been friendly with her, and it was well known that he had a massive crush on Annie, but this version of him was different. Colder, less friendly, and Olivia felt the chill.

There was a car waiting at the curb, but no sign of Chris. "Where is he?" she asked, being mindful to not use any of the names she knew him by back home.

"Waiting on us."

That did nothing to ease her anxiety, and another wave of potential regret washed over her. She was walking into unknown territory with the most important person to her with a bunch of fugitives for company. If this went badly, Olivia had no one to blame but herself.

Mick offered nothing else, and motioned for them to get in the car where an expensive looking carseat was waiting already strapped in. They rode in silence through the city for a long time. Olivia had never been to Miami, so she was surprised by how colorful it was even at this time of night. The people, the architecture, the foliage, all of it was a myriad of shades of green and red and yellow. It was beautiful.

After a while, Mick turned the car off the main road, and they drive through  residential neighborhoods until even those were fewer and fewer, and the landscape opened up to show beaches of beautiful sand and ocean. It was hard to see without the sun shining down, but the closer to the coast they got, the easier it became.

"Look, Kai," she said softly, pointing at the blue water. He stared at in wonder, eyes wide with a smile forming, and Olivia felt her chest squeeze.

"Can we go?" he asked.

Olivia glanced at Mick who was looking back at her in the rearview mirror. "Yeah, of course we'll go to the beach."

Finally the car slowed and turned off onto a paved drive surrounded by nothing but trees. There were no other houses in sight, and not far from the road was an enormous iron gate blocking their way. Olivia pressed her hands into her thighs, squeezing the material of her sweats between her fingers. This must be the place. Mick stopped and reached out the window to push a button on the intercom. No words were exchanged, but there was a camera mounted just above it, and after a second the gate began to roll open.

The driveway seemed never ending, curving and winding through the sand until Olivia was sure they'd drive straight into the ocean. They came upon one more gate, and then the trees opened up to reveal what looked like a compound more than a house. It was a massive two story structure that made her eyes widen at the size, and behind it was nothing but sand and ocean.

"This is where he's been all this time?"

Mick chuckled, but there wasn't much humor in it. "Did you think he only had business in Detroit?"

Olivia couldn't imagine what kind of business it would take to afford something like this. This was an unimaginable display of wealth, more than she'd ever seen in her life.

Mick grabbed her singular bag while Olivia got Kai out of the carseat, but the moment they stepped inside the foyer, a handful of armed security guards came over. She felt her heart stutter a little at the guns holstered on their belts and the aggressive way they snatched up her carryon and started rifling through it. The only female in the group reached for Kai, but Olivia turned and held on tight.

"What are you doing? Please don't touch my son," she snapped, looking to Mick, but he did nothing to help. Kai latched onto her hair, pulling it at the roots to keep ahold of her, softly whining nervously under his breath at all the unfamiliar people.

"Everyone has to be searched upon entry," Mick said. "Cooperate and it'll be quick and painless."

"What for? We just got off a plane. It's not like I could've snuck weapons through security."

"Weapons aren't the only threat here. Please, allow me to search your son," the female security guard said, holding her arms out for Kai. "I won't hurt him."

"You could be wired," Mick clarified. "It'll be thorough, but they'll be gentle."

Olivia felt her stomach turn. "No, no one is searching him. Where is Chris?"

Mick took a step forward, his expression darkening. "There's no Chris here."

Olivia's lips parted in disbelief, and she started to feel panic bubbling up in her chest. "I am not wired, and neither is my child!"

Mick's phone started ringing in his pocket, breaking some of the tension, and Olivia tried to suck in a deep breath. He raised his hand to the security guards, and they took a few steps back to give her some space, but it was obvious she would go no further until a search had been done.

"Yeah, she's here. The kid, too," Mick said in response to whatever the person on the other end of the line was asking. "Are you sure? Yeah, okay."

Mick hung up. "He'll handle it," he said to the security, and stepped forward to take Olivia by the elbow. She wanted to rip free and run, but she didn't see how she had any choice. The closest thing she had to an ally here was Mick.

He led her down the hallway to their left and through a wooden door that opened up into what looked like a study. The far wall was all windows, looking out over a Spanish style veranda and beyond that, the ocean. She had to do a double take when she looked to the left to find Chris leaning against an enormous wooden desk, his hands together at his waist.

Olivia couldn't help but smile. It was more out of relief than joy, and she felt her shoulders lower several inches. "Chris, Jesus, you've got quite the welcoming party—"

He held a finger up to his lips, silencing her, and then gave a curt nod to Mick who turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Chris approached her slowly, not saying a word but drinking in every inch of her frame as he came. She noticed him too—the tattoos on his arms that hadn't been there before, the way he was a little more toned, his shoulders wider as if he'd been working out.

Chris circled her, keeping his hands to himself, making Kai bury his face in the crook of her neck. It'd been too long and Kai had forgotten who he was. That was the downside to toddler years. They were slow for them and fast for the rest. A lifetime had gone by for Kai in the last eight months.

He circled back until he was standing in front of her, and without asking he reached for Kai. She knew she had no choice here, but she also knew Chris was no threat to her son, so she allowed it even though he struggled. She leaned forward and rubbed his back as Kai reached for her.

"It's okay, mama's right here," she soothed. "I'm right here."

Kai struggled, but Chris still said nothing. He took him over to the other side of the room where there was a toy box, and he opened it for Kai who was still clutching his stuffed cow between his chubby fingers. Kai was still nervous. He kept glancing back to make sure she hadn't gone anywhere, but he took the toy car Chris offered to him.

Chris stood and came back over to her, and she was unnerved by his silence. "I swear I'm not wired," she said, but he just shook his head no. There was none of the adoration and kindness in his eyes that she'd seen during those three weeks they were together. Instead, they were filled with wariness and suspicion.

He came to a stop in front of her, and reached for the hem of her sweatshirt. She'd traveled comfy in a matching jogger set in a neutral shade of beige, and he inched it up bit by bit. She wanted to resist, but she also wanted him to speak, so she allowed him to drag it up and over her head, leaving her in a white sports bra with a zippered front. Next he went for the tie of her sweats, and tugged until the knot came untied. He pushed them down her legs to reveal a simple pair of black cotton boy shorts.

"Please say something," she whispered, trying hard not to cry.

Chris knelt down and pulled her tennis shoes off one after the other, then her socks. Then he ran his hands up the backs of her legs, up over her thighs and the curve of her ass. She stood completely frozen, heart racing, eyes trained on the wall straight across the room as he stood back up, analyzing every inch of her skin. Under any other circumstances, she'd be enjoying his undivided attention, but she wasn't prepared for this. He even went as far as to dip his hands into the band of her panties, searching for any hint that she was here to betray him. Olivia turned to make sure Kai was thoroughly distracted to find him driving the toy car over the patterns of the rug like they were roads.

As he stood back, Chris reached for the zipper of her sport bra, but he hesitated before pulling it. For the first time since she entered the room, he met her eyes as if asking for her permission. She wanted to say no, to slap him and run from the room, but she looked away and nodded.

"Just get it over with," she said, her voice cold and foreign even to her own ears. Chris seemed to notice the difference too, because he tried to catch her eye again, but she refused.

More urgently now, he pulled the zipper down revealing her naked chest to him, and he did a quick survey, his hands running down her back to be sure before zipping it back up for her. He tugged up her sweatpants and tied them, then reached for her sweatshirt. When Olivia was fully dressed, Chris let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Now him," he whispered so softly she barely heard, motioning toward Kai, and Olivia frowned.

"Are you serious?"

"I am, yeah."

Olivia held his gaze for a long moment. She knew she had no choice. "This was a mistake," she said sadly, and turned to her son. "Time for pajamas, babe."

Kai looked up at her and shook his head. "I want to go to the beach."

"We will I promise, but it's late and you need to sleep. When you wake up we'll go."

He started to argue, but she gave him a look and he slumped his shoulders before coming over to the couch across from the desk where she sat down. Kai was wearing a similar outfit to hers, but she grabbed the carryon and dug out the singular pair of pajamas she'd packed for him. While Chris watched, Olivia changed him out of his sweat outfit and into the striped pajama set. Chris said nothing, and Kai was none the wiser that anything was amiss.

Finally, once all that was done, she looked up at Chris with disappointment heavy on her face. She resented him for the last ten minutes, and he could see it. He knelt down in front of the couch and took her face in his hands like it was normal, like he did it all the time, and Kai hopped up to dig through the toy box. "I'm sorry, Olivia, but it's necessary."

"You really think I'd wear a wire to help the cops find you? You think I'd endanger my son by involving him in some kind of sting operation?"

"I think that I've been betrayed by almost everyone I ever trusted."

Her eyes were burning with tears now. "I came here because I missed you, Chris. Not because I wanted to hurt you, but now I just feel stupid."

"Hey, don't be like that," he said in the voice he reserved for her before, the soft, soothing rasp that she could listen to over and over.

Olivia pushed his hands away and stood up. "Why did you invite me here? If you thought I might've been in on turning you in, why would you ask me to come? We're you going to kill me if I didn't convince you otherwise? My son?" She kept her voice low enough so Kai wouldn't hear.

"I'd never hurt your son."

Her blood ran cold. "But you'd hurt me."

Chris came over and stood in front of her. "I'll put anyone who betrays my trust in a grave, Olivia, but for eight months I kept tabs on you because I didn't want to believe that you'd play me. I hired people to watch you, to put a bug in your house, so I could make sure that you weren't in on that bitch's plan."

"You eavesdropped inside my home?"

Chris reached up and brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Yeah, I did, but you can never be too careful. I had to be sure."

"Why?"

"I missed you, mama," he said, eyes softening as he glanced down at her lips.

"You just left with no explanation, no goodbye."

"I know, and it hurt me to do it. I want you to know that."

"But why?" she asked.

Chris stepped back and took a seat on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. "I did think in the beginning you were a distraction, that Elizabeth offered you up because she knew I was interested. But I, uh, every time I considered doin' what I've done to a hundred other rats, I couldn't. Not to you."

It was Olivia's turn to come over and kneel in front of him. She took his hands in hers, and he stared down into her eyes with so much intensity she felt nervous again. As much as she resented Beth for doing what she did, she didn't want her dead.

"Can you forgive her?" Olivia asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I had to take my son out of a school he loves, move him out of the only home he's ever known, bring him across the country to live in a guest house under a new name. He can't see his bisabuela, can't talk to his friends. Now unless his father goes to prison for life, or I put them up somewhere in fuckin' Kansas or Montana where even I don't know where they are, he'll never get to be himself again. That's unforgivable, Olivia." His voice wasn't soft anymore. He was angry, beyond angry even.

She sat back on her heels and cleared her throat. "Can you show me where we'll be staying? I need to get Kai to sleep. It's been a long day."

Chris stared at her for a second, the rage slowly dissipating. "Yeah, okay."

He stood and headed for the door without waiting for her to get up, and she got the feeling she'd struck a nerve. "Kai, let's go," she called out, and he grabbed up as many of the new toys that he could carry, and took her hand. Together they followed Chris back out into the hallway.

[formulatrash]

hi hazel!

Since f1 is going to miami next week, I remember there was this conversation about the tarmac there and was wondering if they changed it for this year? I vaguely remember that you’ve talked about this before.

thanks!

thank you for asking, buckle in for what we can politely term 'autistic person gets to talk about their collection of mediocre rocks'

so for anyone who missed the fannydangle around this last year: prior to the inaugural Miami Grand Prix one of the things being hyped as the best and most innovative ever was the tarmac that had been used to surface the track. in all fairness, I don't think anyone was being an ass about this, it was just a miscalculation caused by thinking Florida had Special Rocks in a way that it turns out it doesn't.

to talk about this first we've got to talk about Florida, which is a dangly bit of the bottom of the southeastern United States. It's basically a peninsula where most of the rest was worn away and it's sitting on top of a chunky piece of bedrock but the majority of the surface is limestone.

limestone is a soft, crumbly rock that you can score with a fingernail. when it's super wet it might as well be feta cheese so as you can imagine for a swampy, coastal state, Florida's is either very mushy (and in the ocean) or a sort of hardier breed of what was left that didn't wash away.

limestone (or what's called limerock in Florida) is used in some road asphalt because it's cheap and coarse and works well for layering. however, it isn't normally used in circuit asphalt; racetracks get much hotter and are subject to much more lateral force from high-downforce cars and slick tyres.

(it's partly why FE doesn't use slicks; even so, the cars have torn up road surfaces a few times when it's really hot but in theory not having slicks means they're putting less strain through the normal tarmac)

a motorsport track needs a high PSV (polished stone value) aggregate; something that can withstand the abrasion of the cars going over it without turning into a perfectly smooth ice rink. limestone also has the potential to generate friable particles, which can make the surface deteriorate worse (basically breaking down into dust) which means it doesn't maintain its macro roughness and won't shred up the Pirellis in a way that makes racing interesting.

the Florida limerock, however, has an unusually high percentage of silica in its make up. silica is hard and the asphalt specialists that made the aggregate, R3, thought that there being so much of it in the limerock would mean they could use a higher percentage of it, compared to granite.

the process of laying the asphalt is multiple layering, with monitoring for surface smoothness and micro and macro roughness at each stage. the idea is that there must not be any bumps or depressions or changes in the surface, so the asphalt is perfectly smooth but is then roughened up by being pressure washed. Miami had this, unfortunately the pressure washer machinery also broke part of the track, which caused some Concern early in the weekend and a load of emergency repairs but in principle the track was otherwise sound.

spoiler: this did not entirely work out. whether someone did the maths wrong or whether this was just not something it was possible to predict, the surface was disastrous. it was polishing and breaking up, the worst possible combination because you end up with a layer of dust and marbles on top of something intensely smooth, so not only do you have no grip on the smoothness, you're essentially on pebble rollerskates.

as a result there was absolutely no grip for anyone during the Miami weekend, which was one of several things people found annoying about the track.

good news: since then the whole thing got resurfaced, with presumably more standard race track tarmac going down. Miami is hot - the track temperature was one of the hottest of the year - so the surface will always be an issue to some degree but fingers crossed what's been put down now (the entire track has been totally re-paved) will give a little bit more grip.

[trash-monkey]

Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 5

"My little dragon it's time to get up, rise and shine." Ran gently shakes me awake after he himself had fully waken up and seeing me still asleep spread out next to him in a red dragon pjs dress with my plush snake clinching in a hand, with me half asleep Ran moves us into the bath to get washed and clothed for the new day. He dress me in the monster tee and overalls while he wears a casual outfit before we get breakfast from the maids, once done Ran let's me get my stuff ready which I take my plush dragon backpack and put my pacifier with a clean sippy cup the maids handed me after asking for one.

"Ok my little dragon, this is a flip phone I have already put my contacts and the others into it for emergencies only. For any reason you are separated from me, the others, or have gotten lost you just have to call one of us, ok? Emergencies only! You know what that means?" Ran place me onto his knee when I came up to him and showed me a blue flip phone which he explained why he's giving it to me, nodding in understanding I put it into my backpack before slipping it onto my back and put my new shoes on. Holding one of Rans large fingers I walk with him out to his car where he put me into a booster seat in the back and with some soft music playing from the radio we head to the doctors.

"Hello, I'm here to get my son a check up." The nurse at the front desk Nods after Ran walk through the door with him packing me.

"Ok, do you want Dr. Fox? He's the best we have." She asked while flattering her fake eyelashes at Ran with a smile on her red lips and Ran agreed to have him as my doctor.

"Of course! We had a last minute cancellation and he's free to see him in an hour at 10?" I glare at her as Ran move us out of the building after she give my Papa goo goo eyes and I definitely don't approve of her to date my Papa, he only deserves the best along with Rinrin!

"Well, we got an hour to wast so let's look around." He looks at me in the mirror after getting me back in the booster and he take the driver seat, before we know it Ran has the car in the mall parking lot.

"If you see something you want grab it and if you're good for Dr. Fox then I'll give a treat after, does that sounds good?" I nod my head with a goofy smile before an idea pops into my head.

"Oh oh! Me want CSI to atch home!" I bounced as I point at the movie store in the far away corner of the mall I had seen the last time I was here.

"Ok, stop moving before you accidentally slip from my arm." He smiles at my cuteness and simple joy, I quickly walk through the aisles with Ran following close behind when he got us into the movie store and placed me onto my feet. I grin after I found the section where all the CSI's are at and pointed to the original series, NY, and Miami which he put into the basket he had grabbed.

"Anymore?" My eyes sparkle up at Ran as I nod before walking again and I select a few others, soon Ran tells me it's time for my doctor appointment so he quickly pay for everything and head back to the car.

"Dragen Haitani?" A nurse calls out for me after being in the waiting room for a few moments and Ran sits me onto the patient table/seat things while he takes a seat on the plastic chair.

"Well, hello I'm Dr. Fox and what's the reason for your visit today?" Luckily we didn't have to wait for long for Dr. Fox and he sends a smile to us after shutting the door behind him.

"I recently got him into my custody and just to make sure everything is alright." The doctor nods while typing a few things on his laptop before turning to me to take my blood pressure and everything else.

"Everything seems good without taking any blood which you did say he did eat breakfast this morning so we can't do that today, on his next visit we'll do it then. Ok, now to see about his eye sight, can you look at that poster on the wall for me?" I did everything he asked.

"Have you noticed that he's been squinting his eyes lately?" Ran tells him he hasn't and that he hasn't had me too long to really notice.

"Well, he isn't seeing like he should at this age so I'm going to schedule a visit to the Optometrists down the street, you just hand them this slip and they should take him right in." Dr. Fox hands a small blue slip to Ran before letting us go which he immediately take us down the street to the Optometrists office where he gives the man at the front the slip.

"Of course, just take a seat and I'll notify someone." So he did while letting walk around to look through books and pamphlets laying around until a lady calls us back to examine my eyes.

"He definitely need glasses, you can let him choose a pair of frames over there while I set somethings up to make the prop measures he needs." She smiles, I never know or guessed that I need glasses since I didn't noticed until now that there's blurryness in my vision that someone has pointed it out. Ran holds me over the large box of frames for me to look through but only one takes my attention as a picture of a teenage Rindou pops into mind and decided I want to look a mixture of both brothers, I'm growing out my hair so I can braid them like Ran did in his teen years and wear the glasses Rindou did. With a smirk I point at the circular sliver frames at the corner which is number fourteen, Ran told the lady the number which she commented that they aren't ready popular among the younger groups.

Before we know it we're back in the car with my new glasses sitting on my nose and ears, old memories of his teenage years pops into Ran's mind at the sight of me looking like both him and Rindou mixed into one person and when he stops at a red light he quickly takes a picture of a smiling me in the booster on his phone which he set it as his background before sending it to his brother but the light turns green right as his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He sighed at whoever is on the other end.

"Of course." He ends the call and throws it harshly into the passenger seat in anger, a hand runs through his fixed hair only making it messy.

"Looks like our time together is cut short since I'm needed at work so I'm going to pick dinner up for you to eat when I take you back to the Manor, what do you want?" He smiled at me but I can clearly see the rage in his eyes in the rear view mirror.

"Otay, me want McDonald's please." He nods in agreement and pull into the drive thru, soon we're back at the Manor.

"You look after him I'm needed at work, this is his dinner and he can play after but I want him in bed by 9. You understand?" He speak to the black haired maid that's was cleaning the kitchen when we came in, he puts me on a chair at the dinner table and whispers into my ear.

"You got the phone for emergencies, remember." I nod before he speeds off back to the car and the maid plated my dinner from the fastfood restaurant to place it in front of me with a glass fruit punch which I thanked her for. After eating everything I moved into the living room to piece together my large puzzle on the floor which I mindless started humming before it becomes words, not knowing coming from my mouth it'll sound creepy and scared the maid looking after me which she came to check up on me.

"Look me in my eyes

Tell me everything's not fine

Oh, the people ain't happy

And the river has run dry

You thought you could go free

But the system is done for

If you listen real closely

There's a knock at your front door." My almost perfect pronunciation made it more creepier then it should have been but I saw her walk in the corner of my eye so with a smirk I started singing the creepiest part of the whole song.

"We'll never get free

Lamb to the slaughter

What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?

The price of your greed is your son and your daughter

What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?" I giggled when she quickly leaves the room probably thinking I'm possessed and might gossip to the other maids of the Manor.

_______________________________________________

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The Road Less Traveled: Surprising Insights About Auto Transport You Need to Know

It was a crisp morning in Denver when Lisa realized she couldn’t drive her prized vintage Mustang across the country for her big move to Miami. Between juggling packing boxes, managing her kids, and tying up loose ends at work, the thought of embarking on a cross-country drive felt overwhelming. That’s when she stumbled upon the world of auto transport—an industry she had never considered but that promised a stress-free solution. Little did she know, behind the seemingly straightforward concept of shipping a car lies a fascinating world of logistics, technology, and strategy that few people truly understand.

Why Auto Transport Is Growing Rapidly

The auto transport industry in the United States is booming, with the market size expected to reach over $17 billion by 2026, growing at an annual rate of 6.7%. (Source: Allied Market Research). Rising relocations, online vehicle purchases, and even seasonal travelers are fueling this demand.

What many don’t realize is that it’s not just individuals like Lisa who rely on these services. Auto dealerships, auction houses, and even movie production companies lean heavily on vehicle transport companies to move cars across states and continents.

What Sets the Best Car Transport Companies Apart?

While most websites focus on pricing or delivery times, savvy customers dig deeper. Here are some less-discussed aspects that differentiate a quality car shipping company:

Insurance Transparency Many people assume their car is fully covered during transport. However, coverage varies widely between companies. The best providers will detail their insurance policy upfront and allow you to purchase additional coverage if needed.

Real-Time Tracking Advanced GPS technology now allows customers to track their vehicle’s journey in real time. Surprisingly, not all car transport companies offer this feature. This level of visibility adds peace of mind during the process.

Eco-Friendly Practices With growing awareness about sustainability, some vehicle transport companies are adopting eco-friendly practices, such as using energy-efficient carriers and optimizing routes to reduce emissions.

Hidden Costs to Watch Out For

It’s not just about the upfront quote. Many customers are caught off guard by hidden fees, such as charges for fuel surcharges, door-to-door delivery in remote areas, or expedited shipping. A reputable car transport company will provide a detailed breakdown of all potential costs.

Uncommon Tips for a Smooth Auto Transport Experience

Most websites will advise you to wash your car before shipping or remove personal items. Here’s what they often leave out:

Document Pre-Existing Damage: Take photos of your vehicle from multiple angles. This step is critical in case you need to file a claim for damages.

Understand Seasonal Pricing: Did you know that car shipping costs can fluctuate based on the time of year? Snowbirds heading south in winter drive up demand, leading to higher prices.

Leverage Multi-Car Discounts: If you’re moving more than one vehicle, many car shipping companies offer significant discounts for transporting multiple cars.

Why Auto Transport Is a Game-Changer

For Lisa, opting for a vehicle transport company was more than just a convenience—it was a lifesaver. Her Mustang arrived in pristine condition, and the entire process was far simpler than she had imagined.

Whether you’re relocating, buying a car online, or sending a vehicle to a loved one, auto transport offers a stress-free, cost-effective way to get the job done.

The Bottom Line

Auto transport isn’t just about moving a car; it’s about peace of mind. By choosing the right car transport company and understanding the nuances of the process, you can ensure your vehicle arrives safely and on time—whether it’s a cherished classic or a daily driver.

Embrace the road less traveled and let the experts take the wheel.

(Sources: Allied Market Research, American Trucking Association)

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How to Prepare Your Vehicle for a Car Painting Miami Service

Getting a fresh coat of paint for your vehicle is an exciting process that can breathe new life into your car, making it look as good as new. However, to ensure that your car painting service goes smoothly and delivers a flawless finish, proper preparation is essential. Whether you're opting for a minor touch-up or a full repaint, preparing your vehicle beforehand is crucial for achieving the best possible result. If you're in Miami and planning to invest in professional car painting services like those offered by Superior Exotic Color & Paint, here's a guide to help you get your vehicle ready for the paint shop.

1. Clean Your Vehicle Properly

A clean car is a crucial first step in preparing for a Car Painting Miami job. Dirt, dust, and grime can interfere with the paint’s ability to bond properly to the surface, leading to an uneven or imperfect finish. Here’s what you need to do:

Wash the Car: Give your vehicle a thorough wash to remove any dirt, debris, or contaminants from the surface. It’s essential to wash not only the exterior but also areas like the wheels, tires, and undercarriage to ensure no dirt is left behind.

Use a Degreaser: For areas that are particularly greasy or oily, use a degreaser to remove residue that could affect the paint job. Pay special attention to the engine bay, door jambs, and wheel wells.

Dry the Vehicle: After washing, dry the car completely with a clean microfiber towel to prevent water spots from forming on the surface.

A clean car provides a smooth, contamination-free surface that will ensure the paint adheres evenly and lasts longer.

2. Remove Personal Belongings

While the focus of car painting is on the exterior, it’s a good idea to remove any personal items from inside your vehicle before bringing it to the shop. This includes:

Interior Belongings: Clear out the cabin of any valuables or personal items like electronics, documents, or anything that could get in the way of the technicians.

Floor Mats and Seat Covers: It’s best to remove floor mats, seat covers, and any custom upholstery to prevent them from getting stained during the painting process.

Loose Items in the Trunk: Make sure the trunk is clear of any items, including spare tires, tools, or other belongings that could interfere with the paintwork.

By clearing out the vehicle, you prevent any damage to your belongings and make it easier for the technicians to work efficiently.

3. Inspect and Report the Damage

Before the painting process begins, take a moment to carefully inspect your vehicle for any pre-existing damage. Noticing and addressing these issues beforehand will help the paint shop deliver the best possible results.

Scratches and Dents: If your car has deep scratches, dents, or rust spots, report these to the painting shop. This allows the technicians to assess whether repairs are needed before applying the new paint.

Frame Damage or Bumper Issues: If your car has any structural issues or bumper damage, bring these to the attention of the shop. Proper prep work is necessary to ensure the paint adheres correctly to all parts of the vehicle.

Previous Paint Issues: If the car has been repainted before and the paint is chipping or fading, let the technicians know. They may need to take additional steps to remove the old paint layers to ensure a smooth finish.

Addressing these issues early on allows the technicians to plan ahead and provide the necessary repairs before the painting process begins.

4. Protect Areas You Don’t Want Painted

While car painting services cover the entire vehicle, there may be areas that you don’t want painted. To prevent paint from getting on parts of the car where it shouldn’t, such as glass, trim, or wheels, take the following steps:

Cover the Windows: If your vehicle has delicate window trim or you don’t want the windows painted, cover them with painter’s tape or plastic sheeting.

Tape off the Trim and Moldings: Any chrome, rubber, or plastic trim should be taped off to prevent the paint from getting on these surfaces.

Remove or Mask Parts: If possible, remove or mask off any detachable parts such as side mirrors, antennae, or emblems to ensure they remain unpainted.

Taking these precautions will ensure the paint job stays where it’s intended and prevents overspray from damaging other parts of your car.

5. Remove or Disconnect the Battery and Electronics

Some parts of the car, such as the engine, electrical systems, or sensors, may be sensitive to paint and chemicals. To protect your vehicle's electronics and electrical systems:

Disconnect the Battery: In some cases, it may be recommended to disconnect the car's battery before painting to avoid potential electrical issues, particularly in modern vehicles with numerous sensors.

Remove Sensitive Components: If your car has sensitive electronics, cameras, or sensors near the areas being painted, talk to the shop about removing or protecting these components to prevent damage.

By disconnecting or protecting the sensitive parts of your car, you avoid the risk of electrical malfunctions or damage caused by paint fumes.

6. Schedule Time For Further Process

After the car painting service is complete, the paint needs time to cure and dry properly. Ensure you allow enough time for this process to happen before using the car:

Allow for Curing Time: Depending on the type of paint used and the weather conditions, curing can take anywhere from a few hours to several days.

Avoid Washing the Car: For at least the first week after painting, avoid washing the car to allow the paint to fully set and harden.

Protect the Car from the Elements: If possible, keep your car sheltered from the sun, rain, or other environmental factors while the paint is curing to ensure the best results.

Proper drying and curing allow the Car Painting Miami to bond with the surface, ensuring a long-lasting finish.

Final Words

Preparing your vehicle for a car painting service in Miami ensures that the process goes smoothly and results in a beautiful, durable paint job. By cleaning your vehicle, removing personal items, addressing any existing damage, protecting areas from overspray, and taking care of sensitive components, you set the stage for the best possible outcome.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we pride ourselves on providing professional, high-quality car painting services that exceed expectations. Contact us today to schedule your appointment and let us help you achieve the perfect finish for your vehicle!

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I read the article and I have some thoughts.

Sacked or Promoted.

From multiple sources we've read that Daniel is very much in the running to get that seat which means he is showing some form enough for them to consider him so how can someone who is actively being linked to the seat in the MAIN team simultaneously in danger of losing his current seat?

2. Lawson in for Ricciardo midseason (Rumour we've been hearing from race 1)

Vcarb has been marketed as a sister team and no longer a junior team. They were able to pull in big sponsors like cash app and Visa. Daniel is in Visa's current ad.

So I assume that when RB were trying to get in these sponsors, they obviously would have used Daniel and the shift from being a junior team to a sister team. It would make no sense to remove him midseason for no reason.

They must not think we forgot about the articles everyone wrote about Daniel losing his seat in Miami.

3. Help or Hindrance.

"It's fair to wonder whether if this version of Ricciardo would be a help or hindrance to Red Bull in the constructors' fight."

Honestly, anyone who is wondering this right now has a bias against Daniel because surely nobody thinks he would be worse than what they currently have. In the VCARB he is qualifying around the same place as SP and even better at times. He is able to keep it clean and out of the walls. There is no way he would be qualifying p9 in a VCARB and do worse in a RB.

4. Missing something.

"Ricciardo is missing something from the form he showed between 2014 and 2018."

Yeah, the car.

5. Only one without a contract.

It is of my personal opinion that he was not announced because they knew they might need to change their drivers considering SP's form last year.

In addition to that, the timing of both the article where Marko said that LL has a seat next year and that it is still a junior team and Yuki's contract announcement was odd, rushed even.

Everyone, including upper management and Daniel give wonderful PR answers when asked on race weekends about any of this and they dance around the questions.

6.Regutitated news and Daniel's form.

A lot of the articles are basically the same thing with a new opinion worded as an option or a new "source"

F1 twitter would love to say that the better driver is the one who gets the points and yes, usually it is but Daniel's form has picked up since that chassis change and he has been on form ever since. He has put his best foot forward in every race weekend but continues to be let down by the team and that is why it was so important for VCARB to take accountability in public because writing it in your post race debrief that barely anyone reads isn't it, not when people are seeing that he went from p9 to p12 and writing think pieces on why he is "washed."

Also, if the team can look at data and strategy from Hungary to determine that Daniel had a faultless weekend then I am pretty sure they can look at data and strategies from past weekends.

7. The upgraded RB and high pressure.

There are concerns that Daniel might struggle in the upgraded RB but I don't think this upgrade will last long. Max hates it and surely, they won't continue with something he hates. A car that Max likes to drive is also one that Daniel likes to drive.

In general RB is a high pressure team but the situation they are currently in is even more high pressure than a normal start of the season situation. Daniel already knows the team, he knows the pressure situation there. He knows all the off track things, he just needs to get it together on track whereas someone else might still need to deal with the off track pressure and getting used to it.

I am heavily biased and I want Daniel to get the seat HE wants but I also want him to in the sport until HE is ready to let go and currently, he is not ready to let go. He has shown he still has it and he has shown that he can get the results even in difficult situations (ie: whatever the hell that quali was on Saturday.)

But putting my bias aside, I don't think Red Bull are ready to lose him and I think he would be the best choice for their current situation.

[worldtopnews99]

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8/10/24

Money. This foolish concept.

It determines what you eat, or lackthereof. I reached for the flour tucked in the cupboard. I’m glad I never make eggs in the morning, I seem to buy them and romanticize the idea but they’ve now been my savior. I added too much water to the eggs and flour. I hopelessly mixed the unmeasured ingredients in a Tupperware, hoping for the best. I center poured them like pancakes on a skillet. I shuffled around the spice cabinet to find cinnamon and 1 Splenda I could mix with water as dip. This is all that I will eat in a day. Trying not to let an oyster platter on Instagram throw me off the edge.

I was supposed to be in residential treatment at this time. My insurance policy wouldn’t cover it. I needed a 3,500 deductible, which isn’t even two months of full-time work for me. After I filed for FMLA from my main job, I was informed I haven’t accrued enough money to use PTO. I have nothing but $30 and a month off. My rent payment is gaining on me. Miraculously, I have a temp job floating around luxury hotels and condominiums as a front desk agent. I watch people in fancy jewelry snark at my rough edges. I’ve never tasted caviar, but I’m sure they abandoned their leftovers at some five star next to a pathetic tip.

I’m mostly concerned because I’ve read only two chapters of a library book, and touched my DBT (dialectical behavioral therapy) workbook maybe twice. I’ve done nothing but sit in my room, inhaling the comfort of weed and exhaling this insatiable discontent. I have no money to fly home and embrace my family who I’m so far removed from. It’s been a sweaty marathon of work for maintenance. I have little time for therapy and spend too much time rationing old prescription drugs. I can’t even afford to be sick.

$30 will only fill up a quarter of my gas tank. I have $5 left on a McDonald’s gift card in case I have to consider shoplifting. I don’t qualify for food stamps because of the 1,100 dollars I make biweekly. My rent is one of those paychecks, my car note is $428, my insurance is inactive because I can’t afford it. I have gas, little groceries and miscellaneous fees to take care of with the remainder of my income. I know what you’re thinking. It’s a luxury to have a car, an expensive one at that. My 2017 Jeep Patriot is big enough to sleep in, parked neatly out front, just in case I have to live in it; again.

I was born economically six feet under, so I have to work twice as hard as the average citizen to live. Simultaneously, I must attend college, watching federal student aid take a sledgehammer to my credit report. I sought moving to another country to avoid this bloody hamster wheel. I’m a dreamer, an empty vessel washed on the shore of Miami Beach. I couldn’t move 2 feet without the current pulling me back out to sea. Moving to Spain would band-aid a hemorrhage, my fake husband and I were living in the clouds. Our dreams quickly turned into nightmares, lawyers fees, and stagnancy which are all one and the same. I thought of going back home to Boston, remembering this same feeling, just frostbitten.

I was conditioned to this lifestyle. I’ve only ever been a minority in big cities. I’ve had glimpses and appetizers of what money could buy me. I feel I deserve more than what my circumstances are. I try to ignore the way kids in alternative countries have no shoes, but they never knew any better. I only engage in the thought of their happiness, having a sense of community and always having a hot plate, even if it’s from the neighbors. You could be homeless here, a product of the streets and even I wouldn’t blink an eye. The idea that my few cents would buy drugs angered me. Hidden behind windows and my steering wheel, I knew that even I couldn’t afford to give up a few cents.

Among the hardships of what this life provides, money has value in the way you handle this life. How I long for a residential facility in Wyoming to gather my thoughts and rebuild myself. How I wish food wasn’t a privilege. Money to build a wall but no money to cover tuition. I didn’t need luxury, I needed a sense of belonging and basic necessities. I didn’t want to decipher what I did and did not need from Dollar Tree. Money is enough to break us down to our knees. Imagine, a deficit in every other department of life.

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