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Wondering what are the signs of bad brakes? Ask the brake replacement specialists at Expert Car Care Inc to inspect your braking system.
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I do the surpised pikachu face everytime I am in car with a radio. It's cool that you can listen to music in your car without having to use earbuds with you phone lol
#that's me tbh#my first car was a '99 Fiat model and now I have a Smart from 2007. the Fiat was genuinly a very broken car#the Fiat didn't have ABS. or suspensors. or AC... or many other things. I drove it like you drive a bicycle#knowing that a car crash could cost me my life#for the sole reason that it was not a safe car to drive...#my current car is still very old. it has AC and ABS and poorly mantained suspensors as long as a centrilized lock. which is new for me#but it id still old. no radio. no stuff like those cool bloootooth speakers I often see in cars now#it also have a trunk that needs to be manually opened#I recently joined a ride in an electric car from 2022. and it felt like going on a spaceship. it had ledlights inside the car#it was so weird#being poor is just like this... I can only buy second/third/nth-hand cars that are really cheap and usually in such a bad state#it feels alienating sometimes. I talked with a friend recently about how I had to change my car because the one I had was going to explode#(no joke btw. the old Fiat was one bad brake away from collapsing finally)#and my friend said âoh is it new?â no. it's old... I will always have old and used cars. I (unlike my friend) don't have money for new#this friend of mine has a very recent model of a car that is honestly very expensive. she got it as a gift from her parents#meanwhile I had to use three paychecks to buy a secondhand car that still doesn't have a radio.#it feels so alienating to be poor sometimes... especially when it comes to things like this
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Wondering how often should car brakes be replaced? Schedule a brake service to make sure your vehicle is stopping as safe as possible.brakes near me
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Wondering how do you know when you need new brakes? Schedule an appointment at Cannon Auto Repair and ask about their brake service
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Wondering how do you know when your brakes need replacing? Ask the professionals at Auto & Fleet Mechanic if itâs time for a brake repair.
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Have you heard about the Polish Train company, Newag, and the bullshit it turns out they got up to?
So, the regional rail operator Koleje DolnoĹlÄ
skie bought some Newag Impuls back in 2016 . In late 2021, some of them need to have major maintenance done, as they've been in service a while. So the company SPS (Serwis PojazdĂłw Szynowych) gets the contract to fix them. They basically take the train apart, replace a bunch of it, following all the rules in the documentation Newag gave them, and... it won't move. The train says everything is fine, the brakes are off, there's plenty of power, but you push the throttle up and it won't move.
SPS spends a while trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong, with no luck. So they hire some hackers from the Polish security group Dragon Sector. Dragon Sector figures out how to get into the code of the computer system that runs the train, and OH MY GOD.
So it turns out there's a secret train-lock system. If it's on, the train won't move. This will be triggered in some situations you might think are normal: the clocks are wrong, the serial numbers of the various parts have changed, and a firmware mismatch between the main computer and the power system. Now, the fact that it makes sense to not run the train in these situations until someone can check it? that doesn't extend to the fact the train uses a SECRET lock system, rather than just popping up an error message telling you what's wrong. There's also the problem that while these are all potential error problems, they can't be cleared by anyone with the technical manuals, which are supposed to cover everything about how to run these trains. Only Newag themselves can reset this system.
Which, you know, keeps SPS from properly fixing them. Only Newag can fix them now, but not because SPS lacks any technical ability, but because Newag sabotaged their own trains. But don't worry: it gets worse.
So now that Dragon Sector knows what's happening, they get to look at other trains. It turns out the trains aren't all running the same software, and there are other tricks in there.
One of them is a "how long has the train been stopped?" check. If the train hasn't hit 60 km/h in 10 days, the train locks itself and won't move until Newag can clear it. So, like, if a train is ever out of service, like it's going to a repair place... it'll break itself. Unless the repair place is owned by Newag.
But two of the trains go further: See, these trains have GPS built in, right? You may be able to guess where this is going...
THEY JUST MAKE THE TRAIN CHECK IF IT IS PARKED AT THEIR COMPETITORS' REPAIR YARD AND BREAK ITSELF IF IT WAS.
The sheer audacity of this move. This is frighteningly bullshit anti-competition self-sabotage.
This has, obviously, made some parts of the Polish government to start investigating this. Newag may be (and hopefully will be) in a lot of trouble.
For more info, there's a great video of a presentation by the three people from Dragon Sector who did the hacking, which was presented at the 37th Chaos Communication Congress in Germany.
Ars Technica also has an article on it, but it predates the presentation so it doesn't have some of the later details.
Anyway, the good news is that in the end the hackers at Dragon Sector were able to unlock most of the trains: A few had additional trickery that they didn't want to hack around, because it might break the train's certification. For the others, they discovered undocumented "cheat codes" in the software that they could use to bypass the secret lockouts... presumably the same ones that Newag would have used when they "repaired" trains.
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2.1 Penacony Spoilers!
I know the scene after Ratio's "betrayal" can be read a lot of ways but I am shocked I haven't seen more people interpret it as Ratio being so worried about Aventurine that he couldn't stay away even though he was supposed to.
We know:
1) Ratio absolutely knew Aventurine's plan from start to finish, both his gamble to create "death" in the dream and with the three cornerstones. (Wish people would stop underselling Ratio in their analyses; "Three chips are enough" is a direct enough clue that, genius as he is, Ratio would never miss.)
2) In his own words, Ratio was acting according to Aventurine's instructions while in Dewlight Pavilion and with Sunday and felt that he did a good job not giving them away.
I think most people are on the same page up to there, but then I've seen a lot of people interpreting this scene after Aventurine leaves Sunday's mansion as Aventurine being genuinely angry at Ratio (possibly after having gaslit himself into thinking Ratio was actually betraying him).
But this doesn't make much sense to me because:
1) Ratio actually has nothing to gain by selling Aventurine out to Sunday. They're on the same side in this mission. Information about a Stelleron on Penacony wouldn't be news anyone with a brain like Ratio's and why would he need someone else's research on Stellerons when he already has ties to the Genius Society through Screwllum and Herta, as well as the Astral Express where the Trailblazer is actively housing a Stelleron?
2) One of Aventurine's most notable lines of dialogue is how it's perfectly fine and expected for "friends" to use each other and backstab. This is his default understanding of partners--why would he suddenly be mad about something he expected from the start?
3) If the betrayal wasn't already planned and was just a possibility based on Aventurine's understanding of Ratio, why would he ever have revealed there were "three chips" (aka three cornerstones) in play? If even the betrayal over Topaz's stone wasn't planned, just assumed, why would Aventurine reveal the existence of the third stone? He would gain nothing from doing so.
Instead, I think it makes a lot more sense to interpret Aventurine's frustration with Ratio in this later scene as annoyance over Ratio taking an "unnecessary" risk:
1) As far as Sunday knows, Ratio had just very seriously betrayed Aventurine, completely selling him out and essentially sending him to his execution.
2) In the scene afterward, Aventurine is out in public in the middle of Penacony where The Family's eyes are always watching, yet Ratio walks right up to him to check on him. Why would someone who just sold you out come up to you immediately afterward to check on your health?!
3) It's only natural that Aventurine would pump the brakes and go "Wow, didn't think you'd show yourself after you just betrayed me, remember?" Because that's the act they are supposed to be keeping up! They're still being monitored; it's not safe to break character!
But Ratio is a genius, right, so why would he break character here? From the standpoint of the ploy itself, revealing to the Family that he and Aventurine were still on the same side would only jeopardize the plan, not help it.
The logical explanation, then, is that Ratio went to Aventurine here because he felt like he had to.
He had to check in and make sure the situation was still under Aventurine's control.
(In fact, the entire exchange through the middle of this scene is Aventurine and Ratio confirming the rest of their plot in a veiled manner: Ratio brings up the plan and mentions what's concealed in the gift money bag, Aventurine confirms the cornerstone is good to go; Ratio asks what his next step will be; Aventurine says he's going to do the insane thing of handing out cash while looking pathetic [aka fishing for Sparkle]. Ratio essentially asks if he's crazy enough to take the final gamble with his own life, which Aventurine confirms, and then Ratio sets them up for the finale by gifting him the doctor's note.)
Ratio was willing to risk ruining their entire plan--something Aventurine does seem to be frustrated about at first--just to ensure Aventurine still felt all right about the situation.
He needed to deliver his note demanding Aventurine stay alive.
He needed to tell Aventurine to come to him if the situation got too painful to bear.
In short, Ratio was worried enough that he could not stay away even though, for the sake of their plot, it would have made significantly more sense for him not to appear. The gain of breaking character was worth more to him than the risk of being caught.
You honestly don't even have to take this in a shipping context. The real point here is that Ratio is an incredibly good person who wasn't okay with Aventurine's self-sacrificial plan and who felt morally compelled to check on a person in pain. He's a healer through and through, and ignoring Aventurine in this condition--ignoring someone who was taking so much risk on themselves--simply wasn't possible for him, no matter the danger it posed to the plan.
But for those who do ship Ratio and Aventurine... I hope more people will come to see this scene as another example of Ratio's genuine concern for his mission partner! He did not have to appear here at all; it would have made much more sense for him to leave Aventurine to his own devices to uphold the illusion of their "betrayal." He showed up in this scene--very likely against Aventurine's expectations--because he was concerned for Aventurine's situation and wanted to ensure Aventurine knew he could fall back on Ratio's support at any time if the plan went awry.
tl;dr: I wish people would stop interpreting this scene as the aftermath of a betrayal. Aventurine wasn't ticked off with Ratio in this scene because he felt like he'd genuinely been backstabbed; he was ticked off because Ratio was literally breaking their pre-established "betrayer" character just to be fussy over Aventurine's safety and well-being. (Okay, and to double check on the plan, but let's be real, the first part was definitely more important. đ)
#honkai star rail#aventurine#dr. ratio#ratiorine#aventio#dr ratio x aventurine#I'M JUST SAYING#when you betray someone you don't check on them five minutes later!!#Dr. Ratio is a genius#he knows this#but he showed up anyway#Aventurine is over here sweating bullets like#'My dude WHY are you here GO AWAY we are acting like ENEMIES today'#and Ratio was just like 'Okay but do you NEED me?'#'Because I am here for you in case that needed to be clarified'#like 'Just want to make sure we're 100% clear'#'I AM HERE FOR YOU IDIOT'#Aventurine being shown a modicum of care: 'Disgusting.'#2.1 spoilers#penacony spoilers
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dent - Matt Sturniolo
summary: you accidentally dent matt's car after taking it to work, when you give matt the news he doesn't comfort you, quite the opposite actually resulting in an argument. he finds a good way to make it up to you after he realises he overreacted.
contains: angst, arguing, crying, yelling, slight panic attack, smut, fingering, matt the munch, fluff.
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I walk out of my office into the cold hair which hits my bare skin harshly, I tug down my mini dress with a sigh as i approach my boyfriend, matt's, car. he let me borrow it for work today due to the fact my cars in the repair shop.
I swing open the door to his car, flopping down into the drivers seat and instantly turning on the heating. I drive forward a couple meters before realising i left my phone in the office
"shit" i mumble, slamming on the brakes and swinging open my door.
It hits the pole which i pulled up next to, "oh my fuck-" i gasp, "no- no" i repeat before jumping out of my car, looking at the door. It has a reasonably large dent in it now.
"no, no no no.." i throw my head into my hands, i decide to grab my phone then deal with this situation.
my heels click against the concrete as i sprint towards the front door of the office,
I swiftly run into the elevator and press level 6, my finger shaking. "what do I even say to matt!" I mumble to myself.
the elevator door opens with a ding and i make my way towards my room, I pull out my keys and unlock the door, walking back in and swiping my phone off of the desk. I run back towards the elevator and pile in with one of my coworkers.
"You 'goin lobby?" she asks, I nod with a forced smile as i fix my hair in the mirror. The door to the elevator opens, I speed-walk out and out the building towards matt's car.
I start to instantly feel guilty as i look at the door on the drivers side again, I open the door more carefully this time and jump in, I turn on the car and pull out of the parking spot,
my hands grip the wheel as panic flushes over me, "matt will understand, i'm sure."
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after parking the car in the driveway I walk up the front porch, I knock twice on the door as I feel my eyes water slightly, I push back my tears with a deep breath.
Matt opens the door with a tired smile, "hey sweetheart! how was work?" he breathes out, I walk inside with a shaky breath, folding my arms over my stomach.
"matt.. i need to tell you something" i say, looking up at him with my bottom lip trembling.
"yeah!? anything- are you okay?" he says with a concerned look on his face.
"i- i um" i take a deep breath before continuing "i accidentally opened the car door into a pole- like really hard and now theres a big dent" i squeeze out, my voice breaking halfway through
"you what?" he raises his voice "let me see it?"
i nod, walking back outside towards the car, matt follows close behind me. he takes one look at the door and instantly turns around, throwing his hands up
"of course you fucking did!" matt raises his voice, walking back inside
"matt i'm sorry-" i start but matt cuts me off "i dont wanna hear it- i dont wanna hear your voice,"
my eyebrows twist "matt what? i'm gonna pay for that you know that" i say, slightly louder, following matt inside
"no- how the fuck are you that blind? how do you slam the car into a pole that big? are you fucking stupid!" matt yells, looking at me directly in the eyes.
my lips part in shock, "you can't speak to me like that matt! it was an accident" i argue back, matt scoffs.
"you're so fucking clueless."
i feel my eyes water, "why don't you do anything right?" he groans loudly.
i burst into sobs, "don't say that" i whisper, taking in sharp panicked breaths.
"i'll say what i want!? you can tell me what to say and what not to when you grow a fucking conscious!"
and with that i go to walk down the corridor past matt, already embarrassed from crying. he grabs my wrist tugging me back towards him. i gasp with an ugly sob
"look at me." matt growls, i shake my head looking down at my feet.
"look at me!" he raises his voice, "fine!" i yell, looking up at him.
"if my car. isn't fixed by tomorrow evening. we're going to have a problem y/n." matt says blankly.
"i know- let me go!" i whine, he releases his grip and i run towards matt and i's bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
i hear matt mutter something about me being pathetic through the door
âstop being so mean matt!â i yell in a bratty way, i feel my breathing get shallow, my body gradually heating up
my sobs never slow, in fact they get worse the more that the argument we just hand sinks into me. the whole house is now silent aside from matt and iâs room where iâm struggling to breathe
i sink down onto the floor against the wall as i bury my face in my knees, i take in shaky attempts of breathes as i cry into the fabric of my pants.
I pick up my phone and email mattâs insurance company, informing them on what just happened to his car. My hands shake against the keyboard, as soon as i press send iâm up off the floor and in my closet, tearing off my minidress and changing into one of mattâs shirts.
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Iâve been laying in bed for about an hour now, just now realising that i havenât ate since mid day and now itâs 9pm, iâve finally calmed myself down after what happened earlier
matt wonât be in the kitchen iâm sure, i hoist myself up off of bed and walk into the corridor. I feel myself get nervous, i donât want to get upset again.
as i reach the end of the corridor i enter the kitchen, matt sitting at the dining table on his phone with a plate of dinner infront of him,
itâs okay.
if i donât look at him iâll be fine.
i can see out of the side of vision matt looking up at me, i open the pantry.
matt clears his throat before starting, âI made you dinner aswell.. it- itâs in the fridge and thereâs muffins in there too.â matt says softly, his voice is quiet, like if he gets any louder iâll disappear.
i donât respond, i donât have to respond to anything he does after how he treated me earlier.
i open the fridge to see a plate of pasta in the fridge, topped with a stupid green leaf on top which matt âonly does for special occasionsâ, i remember him telling me and we laughed about it for hours.
along side thereâs a couple of muffins which have a poor attempt of being iced, a dollop of icing ontop of each one with some strategically placed sprinkles.
i take the two plates as i keep my lips pressed into a line, i walk back down the corridor into our room and shut the door behind me with a loud sigh.
i have to admit, it was sweet what he had made, heâs always had a weird love for cooking for me no matter how bad he was at it, i think it was because of the amount of enthusiasm i gave him every time he presented it to me.
i sit down at mattâs desk, my feet up on the chair as i take a small bite. I didnât really have an appetite but i was hungry, and this was nice.
after devouring the muffins i was feeling better, it was now 9:30pm and I decided that i needed to have my hour on my phone in bed before i sleep. I leave the dishes in a neat pile on the desk.
usually i would take them into the kitchen but i didnât want to see matt, i knew i would cry this time.
I flop down into matt and iâs bed, it feels empty without him. Weâve slept in the same bed every night of our relationship and itâs the only way i can sleep.
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10:23pm
knock knock
i hear soft knocking on the door, i choose to ignore it.
knock knock
again, followed by the door clicking open. iâm practically buried under the duvet, only my hair visible so i keep my eyes infront of me at my phone.
i hear mattâs footsteps get closer to the bed, from the small gap out of the duvet i see his jeans by the bed.
i think heâs trying to figure out if iâm awake or not.
I let out a deep sigh and tug the duvet up higher. Matt takes in a shaking breath as he looks down at me.
âcanâ may i sit down next to you? i want to talkâ matt whispers.
may i? on normal days i would laugh at that, itâs so formal.
if i donât agree we wonât talk this out, meaning that i wonât get any closure for longer. I nod my head slightly. matt climbs into bed beside me, the weight shifting to his side as he sits uncomfortably
he doesnât waste time to start talking
âIâm so sorry- iâm so embarrassed about everything i said, i didnât mean it.â mattâs voice trembles.
âdo you want to come out of there- I want to see you.â matt whispers, tapping my shoulder lightly though the blanket.
i pull down the duvet and sit up against the duvet next to matt, i look up at him briefly. he looks distraught
his eyes are puffy and red, his nose red and eyes glossy.
he looks at me and i see guilt wash over him.
âi love you so muchâ i donât want to loose what we have over a dent in my car.â matt says calmly,
âi said things that iâm really really not proud of.. at all. i didnât even know what i was saying.. my mouth was spitting out shit faster than i could process.â
âiâm not even sure what i was saying.â matt sighs
âyou- youâre mad at me thoughâ i whisper
âiâm not mad at you princess, iâve never been mad at you i promise. i just freaked out over something minorâ matt says, reaching down and interlocking our fingers as a single tear falls from his eyes, i reach up and wipe it quickly.
âyou donât have to forgive me, iâm not expecting you to. but if you want- i could make it up to you..? or not i donât know- i could go sleep in the spare bedroom if you need time alone i mean, but iâm so sorry.â he rambles
âmake it up to me?â i whisper, âlike how?â i ask with a sniff.
âyou knowâŚâ matt hints âthe thing that you like a lot from me?â
i nod, sinking my top teeth into my bottom lip.
âiâm sorry for making you cry sweetheart,â matt says, wiping my face with his cold hands.
âiâm fine- itâs okay.â i give matt a small smile.
he nods understandably before sitting up, he walks over to the edge of the bed beside me and lightly grips my ankles, spinning me round so my legs dangle off the edge of the bed
Matt kneels on the floor between my legs âcan i take these off?â he asks softly, referring to the lace panties underneath mattâs shirt that i threw on earlier
i nod quickly, âwords pleaseâ matt smiles, âyes- yes you can pleaseâ i spit out.
âthere she isâ matt says, hooking his fingers over the waistband and tugging them down to my ankles.
he doesnât waste time to wrap his arms under my thighs, holding my lower back lightly to keep me up in the sitting position. âthis okay?â he breathes, âyes!â i reply instantly, feeling the heat between my legs grow.
matt starts to press small pecks to the insides of my thighs, kissing around where i need him the most.
embarrassingly, i let out a soft whimper from the little amount of touch.
matt loves to eat me out, iâm not sure why but he goes all out like itâs his last meal. he says itâs because it makes me feel so good which i find cute.
âso prettyâ matt says from between my thighs, he finally attaches his mouth to my clit,
âoh my god-â i moan, intertwining my fingers on one hand into his brunette hair and placing my other hand behind me, feeling myself grow weak already.
matt removes one hand from under my thigh, letting it fall onto the bed, he reaches under his chin and slowly dips his middle finger into my hole, curling it up slightly âmatt!â i whine, bucking my hips up into his mouth
he adds his other finger aswell, the cold metal of his rings against the warmth of me making my eyes roll back.
i grip his hair tighter as matt repeatedly curls his finger âhow- how are you so good at thisâ i breathe out
matt laughs lightly, the vibrations earning a squeal from me.
âfuck fuck-â i whimper, feeling myself get close.
matt swirls his tongue around my clit,
and with that my legs clench around his head and i finish
i feel myself release on mattâs fingers, my legs shake around his head as he pulls his mouth off of me, being careful to not overstimulate me.
i collapse down on the matress behind me, attempting to catch my breath as i let go of mattâs hair.
matt smiles stupidly at me, his lips glistening. he picks me up off the bed, holding me by my ass. he pecks kisses down my neck.
âthank you.â i sigh, burying my face into his neck.
âdonât thank me.â matt laughs, carrying me into the living room and flopping down on the couch, i lay on his body.
âmatt?â i ask quietly
âyeah pretty?â he replyâs, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on my back.
âyou know i love you.â i say into his shirt âi love you more.â matt smiles
âand your rings- please donât ever take them off.â i laugh.
âwhys that?â matt teases,
âthey feel so good.â i mutter out, barely audible.
âis that so?â matt grins, âyes- yeahâ my cheeks flush
matt chuckles slightly, shifting me up and down on his chest.
âyou know the muffins you made that were in the fridge?â i start up a new conversation
âyeah?â matt smiles, âwhat the fuck was going on with the icing- i mean they were really good but the icing was⌠special!â i burst out laughing
matt laughs with me before replying
âi actually donât know- i donât think bakings for me. i put the icing on and it like melted into the cupcakeâ
i scoff, âitâs okay baby, they were so cuteâ
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Cassandra - C. Leclerc
summary: when everyone believes you, what's that like?
pairing: Charles Leclerc x platonic teammate! reader
warnings: Mattia Binotto, swearing, some sexist comments
word count: 3k
a/n: in honor of max winning the WDC, i figured i'd post something. in honor of charles finally losing his shit on the team radio, i figured i'd post this. also it takes place during the 2022 season
masterlist
the tortured drivers department masterlist
2022 was supposed to be your year. You broke onto the F1 scene in 2020 with Haas after working your way up through F3 and F2, championing both levels of racing with ease. You proved yourself time and time again by consistently placing within the points in a less than superior car.Â
Thatâs how you got the attention of Ferrari. They offered you a one year deal, and you couldnât turn it down. You were okay with being the second driver, because you were racing for the most historic team in F1.Â
Things started out great. The car was a major upgrade from the tractor you were driving with Haas, and the team actively listened to your input and took having a woman in the car seriously.
You and Charles also clicked instantly, which led to some amazing content for the social teams.Â
âAnything you need, or feel needs changed, let us know. Weâre a family hereâ Mattia said as he gave you the tour of the Ferrari factory.
You couldnât have drawn up the first two races any better. Both you and Charles were on the podium and it looked like you two were going to give Max and Red Bull a run for their money in the championship races.Â
The downward spiral started in Australia. From the moment you hit the track for the first time, something felt off. The car was sluggish, it took all of your strength to accelerate and brake properly.Â
âThereâs something wrong with the car.â you told the team, your frustration mounting. âIt takes forever to accelerate and then when I do, I canât breakâ
âHave you tried leg day?â Mattia asked, a smirk forming on his face, causing you to storm away and find your mechanics.Â
The Australian Grand Prix ended up being a disaster. You struggled through the laps, barely able to keep up with the field. The car was just too much of a handful. Thirteen laps in, you hand no choice but to retire from the race. The speed was gone, and your confidence was shot.Â
âI cannot believe he looked me in the eyes and said âtry leg dayââ You fumed as you barged into Charlesâ driver room. The frustration was evident in every word, your anger still fresh from the weekendâs events.Â
Charles looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at your entrance. âWell hello to you tooâ he said with a small chuckle. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
You let out a deep sigh and recounted the car troubles and the interaction with Mattia. âHe actually said âtry leg dayâ to me, like itâs some kind of joke. What happened to âif you need anything, let me knowâ?â
Charles listened intently, a sympathetic look crossing his face. âHopefully it was just an assembly issueâ he said, trying to ease your frustration. âImola should go smoothly for the two of us. We both know youâre a hell of a driver.âÂ
Imola was next, and that was somehow even worse than Australia. Instead of acceleration and braking problems, the new issue was the engine. It had to be replaced between practice 3 and qualifying, only for the new one to fail during the race in Imola.Â
âI have the utmost trust in my team.â You said during your press interviews âWeâve tried upgrades, but theyâve fallen flat. Hopefully Miami provides some better resultsâÂ
For Miami, the team had reverted your car back to the original set up, the one it had when the season started. The difference was night and day. The car felt responsive, alive in ways it hadnât in the past few races. As you flew through all three practice sessions and qualifynig, you could feel the weight lift from your shoulders. You had been pushing the limits all weekend, and it had paid off - P2, only behind Charles. Things were looking up.Â
The problem now was the strategy. As the number two driver, you knew your strategies were mostly going to be defend defend defend but you didnât realize how badly Ferrariâs lack of adaptability would come into playÂ
The race was shaping up to be intense. Charles had led most of it, with Max behind him. You were right behind Max, keeping a steady pace, but always aware of the massive pressure from the drivers behind. Then, when Charles pitted, you thought, for sure, youâd get the green light to battle Max for the lead. After all, you were right there, in prime position.
Instead, the radio crackled to life.Â
âY/n keep defending. Leclerc will be back up there in no time.â Your engineer said
You blinked, incredulous. âIâm sorry what?â You couldnât believe what you just heard.Â
âDefend Max. Charles will be back up there to take over. Hold your positionâ he repeated as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
âAre you fucking serious?â you barked back, your grip tightening on your steering wheel. âI can overtake him for the lead and you want me to defend?!âÂ
Before your engineer could respond, Mattiaâs voice boomed over your radio âDefend y/n. Team orders.âÂ
You could feel your irritation building, but there was no choice. Ferrari had spoken. You stayed behind Max, holding position, and waiting for Charles to catch up. Sure enough, Charles had soon found his way back to you, but by that point, Max was far enough ahead that any shot at victory was all but lost.Â
Later, in the media pen, you stood with the press surrounding you, microphones, shoved in your face. They asked you the usual questions, but you were still stewing over what had happened.Â
âYeah, I mean the car felt greatâ You started, trying to keep your tone even. âWe reverted back to the original, pre-upgrades and the car showed itâs worthâ
The reporter pressed further. âNow even though the car was great, why do you think you couldnât pull off the win? You were less than a second behind Max, and chose to defend your position instead of attacking.â
A disappointed sigh escaped your lips. You were tired of repeating the same frustrations. âIf it was up to me, I would have attacked. I know we wouldâve gotten a different result on the podium today. If we had a different strategy, then we would have gotten many more points.âÂ
âHow do you think this result is going to impact the championships?â another reporter askedÂ
You paused, considering the question. âIt could make or break it. Thereâs a large jump of points between one, two and three, and one thrown away strategy can make or break a shot at either championship. Iâm just hoping they donât mess up Charlesâ strategies like they have mine.âÂ
As you finished your media duties, you made your way back to the garage, expecting to be alone with your thoughts. But to your surprise, Charles was waiting for you. Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked, raising an eyebrow as you approached
âI, uh, wanted to congratulate you on P3. You had a good race out thereâ He said sheepishly, his hands shoved in his pockets.
You shrugged, the weight of the day still on you. âI could have won if my strategy wasnât total shit.â you muttered, your tone flat.
Charles let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. âI get it. P1 and P2 would have been great, but strategy isnât Ferrariâs strong suitâ he admitted, his eyes meeting yours with a shared understanding.
âSo Iâve learned.â you replied dryly. âI just hope it isnât bad enough to fuck up winning either championshipâÂ
He nodded, a look of quiet concern in his eyes. âSo do I. Iâm terrified my shot at a driverâs championship is gonna slip awayâÂ
Before you knew it, your interview was trending all over social media. Clips of you talking about the strategy missteps were circulating, and the Tifosi and general F1 fans alike were all over it. They didnât believe you. They thought you were complaining, too bitter about the loss, and some even accused you of undermining the team. The backlash was stiff.
User1: thereâs no way theyâre going to mess up the golden boyâs strategy. Mattia cares too much about winning to do that
User2: y/n doesnât know racing. Sheâs obviously going to get the shit strategy - sheâs not charlesÂ
User3: Ferrari needs to get rid of her. She doesnât belong here #burnthebitch
Before media day in Spain, you got called into Mattiaâs office.Â
âThank you for joining me on such quick notice y/nâ Mattia said with a smile as you walked inÂ
You gave him a polite smile as you sat across from his desk âOf course. Why did you call me in?âÂ
The smile on his face instantly hardened âWe need to talk about how you approach the media. You embarrassed myself, along with the rest of the Ferrari staff during Miami.âÂ
You found yourself fixing your posture and dropping the smile you had previously, prepared to go toe to toe with your principal. âI would say I told the truth on how the race was handled. We could have left Miami with eleven more points, had we gone P1 and P2â
Mattia sighed âThat may be true, but we know you couldnât have battled Max safely. Regardless, that was two weeks ago. We need to focus on Spain now.âÂ
âWhateverâ You mutter â If we provide sufficient results, Iâll give you praise. If we donât, Iâll keep mentioning what needs to be done better. Simple as thatâÂ
Spain turned out better for you than it did for Charles. You had finished P4, while Charles was forced to retire. Another blow for Ferrari.Â
Both of you managed to score points in Monaco. The car felt good and it seemed like the team was back to how they were at the start of the season. That is until Baku.Â
The start of the race seemed like it was going well. The practices and qualifying went well. Charles was on pole and you were not far behind him at P4. But thatâs when the good luck ended. Just like the Australian Grand Prix, your brakes were faulty, and this time your clutch wasnât working.Â
âCheck the hydraulics - brakes arenât working again and clutch is out.â You voiced over the radio, concern filling your wordsÂ
After a few moments of silence, your engineerâs voice filled your ears. âSeems we have a uh hydraulic problem. You need to retire the car.âÂ
You muttered a curse as you found a spot to pull your car off. If it wasnât a strategy issue, it was the car. If it wasnât the car, it was something else. Something always had to go wrong.Â
It was only lap eight and Charles was still driving. You had some hope he could get points for the team and for his championship.Â
Throwing on a spare headset in the Ferrari garage, you watched as Charles battled through the streets of Baku. Just as quick as he was driving, the problems with his car also began to show. He had to retire only a handful of laps later with a power problem.Â
While Ferrariâs golden boy wouldnât have a negative thing to say about them during the pressers, you had much less of a filter.Â
âYou can mark my words that we arenât winning a championship this year. As much as I want to put faith into our team and our strategies, weâve shown time and time again we come up short.âÂ
Instead of your remarks being pushed aside by everyone, you found yourself in the spotlight. All eyes were on you as you walked into the paddock for the British Grand Prix. You acknowledged your team out of respect, and they greeted you back, but you could tell there was tension.Â
âMattia wanted me to tell you that the strategy for today is the same as usual: protect Charles.â Your engineer told you as the two of you sat down for lunch
You furrowed your eyebrows âWhy couldnât Mattia tell me that himself?âÂ
âHe doesnât think you deserve his time and energyâ He said, rolling his eyesÂ
A scoff left your lips âThatâs ridiculous. Weâre both adults. He needs to act like it.âÂ
âYouâre telling meâ Your engineer mutteredÂ
Before you knew it, it was lights out at Silverstone. The race was a disaster for everyone. While a scary crash had been cleaned up, leading to a restart, another safety car was put out for a stopped car.Â
âY/n box boxâ Your engineer spoke through your earbudsÂ
Under the safety car, you were able to pit and get fresh soft tires. When the race resumed, you quickly found yourself behind Charles.Â
âAm I defending again?â You askedÂ
âYou are free to overtake, but you must give up the position once Charles gets back up after pittingâÂ
âYou mean Charles didnât box under the safety car?âÂ
âCorrect.âÂ
âFucking idiotsâ You sighed, but did as you were told.Â
Charles easily gave up the front position to you as he headed to the pit lane. You expected him to make a quick comeback in the next few laps, but as the laps ticked by, the gap remained. The radio crackled with instructions from your engineer, and you kept your focus, pushing through.Â
And just like that, you crossed the finish line. Your first Grand Prix victory.Â
The celebrations were a blur - the podium, the champagne, the flashing cameras. As the trophy was handed to you, you felt a surge of pride, but the weight of the race still hung in the air. Charles had been a force throughout the race, and even though you had won, it felt wrong that he hadnât been able to capitalize on his pace.Â
After the post-race formalities wrapped up, you found yourself in Charlesâ room, finally able to breathe. He greeted you with a grin, the kind that only someone who experienced a dramatic race could wear.
âCongratulations! First win!â Charles said, his voice full of enthusiasmÂ
âYou should have fucking won that and we both know it.â You said as you tossed him a GatoradeÂ
Charles caught the bottle with a small chuckle, cracking it open âYouâre fucking telling me.â he said, taking a long swing. âAt least Mattia didnât chastise you on national TV.âÂ
You leaned against the wall, your arms crossed. âMaybe weâll both be off speaking terms with him by the end of the season,â you joked, but there was no humor in the situation. âBut seriously, what did he say?âÂ
Charles groaned, clearly not looking forward to recounting the conversation âBasically that I needed to listen to team orders. He was pissed that I was pissed that I didnât win the thing. Said I needed to trust that the team knows what theyâre doing.â
âThey know what theyâre doing?â You raised an eyebrow âBecause the last time I checked, theyâve messed up both of our races this seasonâÂ
âTell me about itâ His tone shifted, frustration building, âI need him out.âÂ
A small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth âTwenty bucks heâs out of his job by the end of the seasonâÂ
Charles hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand âDealâÂ
The rest of the season trudged along, with highs and lows in the car, the strategy, and the relationship between Mattia and his drivers. There were some days he would be all over their radios encouraging them, while others he would avoid them like the plague.Â
And sure enough, once Abu Dhabi came, Charles and Ferrari were so far behind Max and Red Bull that it was impossible to catch up to them in either championship. Mattia announced that he would be stepping down at the end of the season, and you had repaired your rocky relationship with your team, allowing you to renew your contract with Ferrari.Â
It was the final time in the media pen this season, and it felt much different. The usual questions about the ups and downs of the season were there, but now they came with a certain respect - respect for the struggles you had endured and for the candidness with which you handled it all. Your honest take on Ferrariâs performance had earned its fair share of criticism, but it had also sparked conversations, both within the paddock and among fans.Â
The final question from the reporter hit differently. The interviewerâs tone wasnât mocking, but rather filled with a certain curiosity. âHow does it feel to know that you had called it earlier in the season, that Ferrari werenât going to win either championship this year?â
The question hung in the air for a moment as you processed it. The emotions of the entire season flashed through your mind: the excitement of the podiums early on, the disappointment after races like Miami and Baku, the frustrations with the strategies, and the battles you fought on and off the track. It had been a rollercoaster, and while it hadnât turned out the way you had hoped, you were still standing.Â
You cracked a smile as you spoke, a mix of pride and exhaustion âOh, so you guys believe me now?â you said, your voice light but laced with the weight of everything that had happened. âHave a good winter break. Iâll see you in BahrainâÂ
It was the moment of closure you needed. The reporter thanked you for your time, before wishing you a good break as well. As you walked away from the media pen with Charles by your side, the seasonâs tension finally seemed to release, at least for a moment.Â
Charles, sensing the mood, nudged you. âThat was⌠honestly, impressive. You know, calling it before anyone else.âÂ
You let out a short laugh. âYeah, I guess I had a feeling.â you said, shrugging. âAt least I wasnât wrong.â
Charles smirked, clearly tired but also relieved that the season was over. âLetâs just hope next yearâs a little less⌠chaotic, yeah?â
âAgreed.â
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Could you write something where reader and Lando have been in a relationship and reader has a heart condition and she never told Lando so he didnât stress about her and to focus on racing, and Lando and her brake up because he stupidly told her he wants to focus on racing this year and after she left he realised his mistake as all the little things reader did for him before a race are all gone and everything just feels wrong and when he tries to contact her he canât find her until a few weeks later he gets a call from the hospital that reader has fallen unconscious and when he gets there he then learns about her heart condition and that stress is not good for her heart. But happy ending.
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⌠pairing - lando norris x female!reader
⌠genre - angst, tears, comfort, heart condition
The morning sun slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Landoâs bedroom. Y/N was lying beside him, her hand resting on his chest, her breathing soft and steady. Lando felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
He couldnât quite remember when his mornings had become this perfect, but he knew Y/N had something to do with it.
She shifted, blinking awake, and her sleepy smile met his gaze. âGood morning, love,â she murmured, voice still thick with sleep.
"Morning," he replied, kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep okay?"
âAlways do when Iâm with you,â she replied, snuggling closer. âAlthough I could do without you hogging the blanket,â she teased, giving him a playful poke.
Lando laughed, pulling her closer. âAlright, alright, Iâll work on it.â
These mornings together, the lazy Sundays and cozy, laughter-filled moments, were Y/Nâs specialty. She seemed to know exactly what he needed, especially on race days. Sheâd wake up early with him, helping him calm his nerves and making sure he had everything he needed. And every time, heâd find some new way she was taking care of him, even if it was something smallâlike hiding a little note in his helmet, wishing him luck.
âHey,â Y/N said, watching his thoughtful expression. âYou okay?â
Lando nodded. âJust thinking about how lucky I am,â he admitted, his voice soft.
Y/N blushed, rolling her eyes a little. âYouâre getting sappy on me, Norris.â
âJust telling it like it is,â he replied, smiling as he watched her try to hide her smile.
They went about their morning, with Y/N humming along to the soft music playing in the kitchen as she made breakfast. She slid a plate across to Lando, along with a steaming cup of his favorite coffee. He took a sip, sighing in contentment. Sheâd even managed to get his coffee just right.
"Alright, mister," she said with a smirk, sitting down beside him. "What's the game plan today?"
"Game plan?â he teased, raising an eyebrow. âThought you were the expert at making my plans.â
âMaybe,â she replied, tapping her chin thoughtfully. âBut I like to think Iâm just the support. Youâre the superstar here.â
Lando rolled his eyes, chuckling. âYouâre more than support, Y/N. Youâre⌠youâre my everything, you know that?â
Y/N smiled, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, something he didnât notice, too wrapped up in the moment. She covered it up with a quick laugh, brushing it off. âAnd youâre mine. Just⌠try not to get too cocky on track, alright?â
He laughed, squeezing her hand. âCanât make any promises.â
Their relationship was filled with moments like theseâeasy, natural, just them being themselves. Y/N grounded him, kept him steady, especially when the world of racing felt overwhelming. She never burdened him with anything else, always making sure his focus was on the track. And she always brushed off his attempts to give back, saying his happiness was all she needed.
But it was Lando who felt like he needed her more than heâd ever admit.
As they finished breakfast, she reached out, taking his hand. "You'll do amazing, Lando," she said quietly. "You always do."
"I only do so well because of you, you know that?" he replied, squeezing her hand.
Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes again, but there was warmth there, too. âAlright, alright, enough with the sweet talk. Go focus on your race and be the best you can be out there. Thatâs all I ask.â
Lando leaned in, kissing her softly. âI love you.â
âLove you too, Norris,â she replied, grinning as she kissed him back.
As he left for the track, he felt a familiar sense of calm wash over him. Y/N had this way of making everything feel right, grounding him no matter what lay ahead. He knew, deep down, that heâd never be able to thank her enough for everything she did for him.
And for Y/N, watching him walk out the door with that smile, she knew that was exactly how she wanted it to be.
--
It was late, and the rain was tapping against the window of Landoâs apartment as he paced back and forth, hands tangled in his hair. The 2024 season had been brutal, every race pushing him to his limit, the pressure of a potential world championship win weighing on him like a mountain. He could practically taste the victory, but the stress of it all had made him someone he barely recognized.
Y/N was sitting on the couch, arms crossed as she watched him pace. Sheâd noticed it for weeks now, the way he was shutting her out, snapping at her for even the smallest things, as if she were just another distraction.
Finally, she broke the silence, her voice sharp. âLando, can you stop pacing for two seconds and talk to me?â
He stopped, sighing heavily as he turned to face her. âWhat do you want me to say, Y/N?â he muttered. âThat Iâm exhausted? That I canât focus with all of this going on?â
âAll of this?â she echoed, hurt flashing across her face. âWhatâs âall of this,â exactly? Because I thought we were a team, Lando. I thought I was helping you!â
âHelping me?â he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. âY/N, I have to focus. Every race, every lap, every second counts right now. I canât⌠I donât have time to be dealing with youââ
âDealing with me?â Her voice was sharp, a bitter laugh escaping her. âLando, Iâve done nothing but support you. Every single time youâre struggling, Iâm here. And now youâre telling me Iâm⌠Iâm a distraction?â
He clenched his fists, too frustrated to back down. âThatâs exactly what Iâm saying! Every time Iâm around you, I feel like Iâm being pulled in a million directions. I need to focus on racing, Y/N. I need this championship.â
âAnd what about us, Lando?â she demanded, standing up, her own anger now matching his. âDo I mean anything to you anymore, or am I just some inconvenience? Because thatâs exactly how youâre making me feel.â
He looked away, the words slipping out before he could stop them. âMaybe itâs just not working anymore.â
Her eyes widened, the pain in them unmistakable. She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. âSo thatâs it? Just like that? Youâre giving up on us?â
âMaybe I am,â he snapped, though even as he said it, something twisted painfully in his chest. âMaybe I need to focus on my career. I canât have anyone holding me back right now.â
She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. âHolding you back? Iâm holding you back, Lando? After everything Iâve done? The sacrifices Iâve made, the nights I stayed up worrying for you, the races I watched, praying youâd come home safe⌠thatâs âholding you backâ?â
âYou just donât understand,â he muttered, his voice softer now but still laced with frustration. âYou donât get the pressure Iâm under, Y/N. I have a chance to win this championship, and I canât be thinking about anything else.â
âOh, I understand perfectly,â she replied, her tone cold. âYouâve let this championship turn you into someone I barely recognize. The Lando I knew would have never pushed me away like this.â
âMaybe you donât know me as well as you think,â he said, the words hitting her like a slap.
She swallowed hard, the hurt on her face plain to see. But she wasnât about to let him get away with this. âYouâre right,â she replied, her voice trembling with anger. âMaybe I donât know you anymore. Because the man I fell in love with would have never treated me like this. He wouldnât have thrown away everything we have because heâs too blinded by his own ambition.â
âFine,â he spat, his anger still raging. âMaybe you should just leave, then.â
Silence fell between them, the weight of his words settling like a stone in the room. Y/N stared at him, her eyes filling with tears, but she refused to let them fall.
âDonât worry, Lando,â she said, her voice breaking slightly as she grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. âI wouldnât want to keep you from your precious championship.â
She turned toward the door, but stopped just before leaving, looking back at him one last time. âI hope itâs worth it, Lando. I really do.â
And with that, she was gone, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing in the silence of the apartment.
Lando stood there, the anger that had been burning inside him now replaced by a hollow ache. Heâd gotten what heâd wantedâhe was free to focus on his racing. But as he looked around the empty room, he realized just how empty his life felt without her.
--
Lando sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the silence pressing in on him like a weight he couldnât shake off. It had been two weeks since Y/N had walked out. At first, he told himself heâd done the right thing, that he needed to focus on racing, that he couldnât afford any distractions. But now, all he could feel was the aching void sheâd left behind.
Race weekend had come, and the pre-race routinesâthe moments that had once been so seamless, so comfortingânow felt cold and empty. His helmet was sitting on the counter, untouched. There were no little notes tucked into his bag, no reminders to stay safe, no lucky charm slipped into his hand just before he left for the track. Y/N had always known what to do, how to make him feel like he could conquer the world. Now, everything just felt wrong.
He leaned against the counter, clutching the edge, his heart pounding as he stared down at his helmet. The knot in his chest tightened with each passing second, a harsh reminder of how badly heâd messed up.
âLando?â Max entered the room, noticing his tense expression. âYou alright, mate? You donât look yourself.â
Lando managed a hollow smile, waving him off. âIâm fine.â
But Max wasnât convinced. He took a seat across from him, eyeing him carefully. âYouâve been off these past few weeks. Are you sure nothingâs wrong?â
âYeah, just⌠racing stress, you know?â Lando muttered, though he knew it was a lie. It wasnât racing stressâit was Y/N. Sheâd been his anchor, the one person who made him feel like he was more than just a driver. Without her, he felt like he was falling apart.
Max raised an eyebrow, skeptical but respectful enough not to push further. âAlright, well⌠if you need anything, let me know. You know Iâm here for you.â
âThanks,â Lando replied, trying to keep his voice steady. But as Max left, the emptiness clawed at him even more fiercely. He glanced back down at his helmet, the silence in the room growing louder, deafening.
He couldnât hold it in any longer. He slumped down onto the floor, burying his face in his hands as memories flooded him. He remembered the way Y/N would look at him with those warm eyes, her voice filled with gentle reassurance.
The more Lando went through his days, the more he noticed just how much Y/N had been woven into every corner of his life. Each time he stumbled over a small moment they used to share, it was like a painful reminder of how deeply he had messed up.
Race Day Routine
When he sat down for breakfast the morning of his next race, he instinctively reached for the small bag sheâd usually leave out for himâone filled with his favorite snacks, electrolyte packets, and a note in her neat handwriting that usually said, âFor that extra boost, love. Youâve got this.â Every race day morning, sheâd make sure his essentials were perfectly packed, knowing how easily heâd forget them in the rush.
But the counter was empty, and so were his hands. There was no note, no bag, no encouraging message. Heâd scoffed at how overprotective sheâd been, thinking he could handle it himself. Now, as he fumbled to prepare for his race on his own, the empty counter felt like a gaping hole in his chest.
Before the Race
In the paddock, he felt it again, the silence louder than ever. Y/N would always make sure to slip away with him for just a moment before he stepped into the garage, giving him a quiet pep talk when he needed it most. Her words, so full of calm and warmth, used to steady him, keeping the pressure from crushing him. Sheâd take his face in her hands, look him straight in the eyes, and remind him, âItâs just you and the track. Nothing else matters. Drive like only you can.â
Heâd rolled his eyes at her sometimes, told her he didnât need the cheesy encouragementâbut sheâd insisted anyway, saying, âWell, too bad, because youâre getting it.â Her words were like armor, a shield sheâd wrapped around him before every race.
Now, standing alone by his car, he could feel the pressure creeping in, gnawing at him, and there was nothing to keep it at bay. He glanced around, almost expecting to see her in the crowd, but of course, she wasnât there.
Late Nights in the Simulator
Back at the team facility, he spent more time than ever practicing, pushing himself harder, trying to keep his mind from drifting back to her. But even here, sheâd left her mark. On the long nights, Y/N used to bring him coffee, perfectly made just the way he liked it, and sit beside him, giving him quiet company. She wouldnât say much, just enough to keep his spirits up, occasionally throwing him an encouraging smile as he took lap after lap in the simulator.
And when heâd get frustrated, when heâd curse and slam his fists on the table, sheâd place a calming hand on his shoulder, reminding him, âYouâre Lando Norris, you can do this. Donât let the tough laps get to you. Breathe.â
Now, he sat there, tense and alone, his coffee lukewarm and forgotten. No hand to steady him, no quiet reassurance. The simulator felt cold, and so did he.
At Home, Late at Night
Even the nights felt wrong. Y/N had always insisted on turning on the small night light for him, a tiny habit sheâd developed when she realized that he hated stumbling around in the dark after a race, too exhausted to find his way. Heâd teased her about it, saying he didnât need it, but sheâd laugh, saying, âWell, one of us does.â Sheâd make sure it was on for him every night she stayed over, like clockwork.
Tonight, he sat in the pitch-black room, the silence pressing in, the absence of the warm glow almost suffocating. He clenched his fists, swallowing against the ache that was rising in his throat. He missed her laugh, her teasing, the tiny acts of love sheâd filled his life with.
Flashback
âYouâre going to be amazing today, Lando,â sheâd whisper, holding his hand just before he stepped onto the track. âJust remember, itâs not about winning or losing to me. I love you just the same, no matter what.â
And heâd feel his nerves melt away. She had a way of making him feel like he could face anything.
Now, without her, the fear crept back in, gnawing at him from the inside.
He pressed his palms into his eyes, a shaky breath escaping him. âGod⌠what have I done?â
Every little thing she used to do, every act of kindness, every word of encouragementâheâd taken it all for granted. He thought he could focus better without her, that his life would be easier. But instead, all he felt was the emptiness of her absence, like a cold shadow in every corner.
His phone buzzed on the counter, and his heart jumped, a surge of desperate hope flooding him as he reached for it. But it was just a message from his manager.
Frustration tore through him, and he tossed his phone down, clenching his fists. He could still hear her voice in his head, her words from their last fight haunting him.
Flashback to Their Argument
âDonât worry, Lando,â sheâd said bitterly, her voice cracking. âI wouldnât want to keep you from your precious championship.â
He remembered her eyes, red and tear-filled, as she looked at him one last time, filled with a pain heâd caused. He remembered thinking he was doing the right thing, choosing his career, telling himself he couldnât afford to be vulnerable.
âStupid, stupid, stupid,â he muttered to himself, feeling a tear slip down his cheek.
Everything felt different without her. The things he used to loveâthe rush of the track, the thrill of competitionâthey all felt meaningless now. He was pushing himself harder than ever, but it wasnât out of passion. It was to numb the ache sheâd left behind, to keep himself from falling apart.
But no matter how fast he drove, how hard he pushed, he couldnât outrun the realization.
Race Day Morning
He stood in front of the mirror, suit half-zipped, his hands gripping the sink as he stared at his own reflection. His face looked drawn, the shadows under his eyes deep. The loneliness, the guilt, the regretâit was all written there, plain as day.
âYou look terrible,â he muttered to himself, voice hollow.
He remembered the way sheâd stand beside him, fixing his collar, laughing as she reminded him to keep his head cool. And now, all he had was his own reflection staring back at him, mocking him with his own emptiness.
Finally, the weight became too much, and he grabbed his phone, his fingers shaking as he typed her number. He didnât know what he was going to say, didnât know if sheâd even answer. But he couldnât keep going like this. He needed to apologize, to tell her how wrong heâd been, how much he missed her.
The phone rang, each ring feeling like an eternity. Just as he was about to give up, her voicemail clicked on.
âHey, itâs Y/N⌠leave a message.â
He swallowed hard, the sound of her voice hitting him like a punch to the gut. Taking a shaky breath, he spoke, his voice breaking.
âY/N⌠itâs me. I⌠I donât know if youâll ever listen to this, but I just⌠Iâm so sorry.â His voice trembled, each word spilling out like a confession. âI was wrong, okay? I thought I needed to focus, but without you⌠everythingâs falling apart. I miss you. I miss⌠us. Please⌠please just⌠call me back.â
He hung up, feeling the weight of his own words settle over him. But there was nothing else he could do now, except hopeâhope that somehow, she might still care, might still give him a chance to fix the mess heâd made.
--
Lando had tried everything. Heâd called, texted, even reached out to her friends, hoping someone could tell him where she was. But no one had any information; sheâd slipped away completely. Days turned into weeks, and with each one, the realization sank deeper: she might never come back.
One night, Lando sat alone in his apartment, drained and unfocused, his phone resting on the coffee table. His mind was restless, jumping between regret and desperation, reliving their last fight, the look in her eyes as sheâd walked out.
Then, the phone rang, startling him out of his thoughts. He grabbed it without thinking, not even checking the caller ID.
âHello?â
âIs this Lando Norris?â a calm, professional voice asked.
âUh⌠yeah, this is him,â Lando replied, his heart pounding.
âThis is Dr. Kapoor from St. Thomas Hospital. Youâre listed as an emergency contact for Y/N Y/L/N.â
Landoâs stomach dropped, his throat suddenly dry. âYes, yes, thatâs me⌠is she alright? What happened?â
âShe was brought in unconscious a few hours ago,â the doctor explained. âWeâve stabilized her, but weâd like you to come in as soon as possible.â
Lando didnât need to hear anything else. He muttered a frantic âIâm on my wayâ before grabbing his keys and running out the door.
The drive to the hospital felt endless, each passing second stretching painfully as he sped down the empty streets. His mind raced with possibilities, the worst scenarios creeping in, twisting his insides. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly they were white.
By the time he burst through the hospital doors, he was gasping for breath, his heart pounding as he frantically searched for her room. A nurse pointed him down the hall, and he bolted, not caring how he looked, just needing to see her, to know she was alright.
He found her room and stopped, momentarily frozen by the sight before him. Y/N lay in the hospital bed, pale and fragile, wires and monitors surrounding her. The steady beep of her heart monitor filled the room, grounding him slightly, but the sight of her like this tore at him. Slowly, he stepped forward, his throat tight, struggling to keep his emotions in check.
Just as he was about to speak, the doctor entered.
âMr. Norris?â Dr. Kapoorâs voice was gentle, sensing his distress.
Lando nodded, barely able to manage a word. âWhat⌠what happened to her?â
Dr. Kapoor took a deep breath, her expression softening. âY/N has a heart condition called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. Itâs a condition that can be exacerbated by stress, which could lead to fainting or, in severe cases, even heart failure.â
Landoâs face fell, his voice barely a whisper. âShe⌠she never told me.â
âShe might not have wanted to worry you,â the doctor said. âItâs common for patients with this condition to keep it private, especially if they think it might place a burden on others.â
Landoâs heart twisted, a wave of guilt washing over him as he realized why sheâd never mentioned it. She hadnât wanted him to stress, to worry, especially during the season when heâd been under so much pressure. Sheâd always put him first, even to the point of hiding something so serious.
He took a shaky breath, blinking back tears. âCan I⌠can I see her?â
The doctor nodded. âSheâs stable now, and sheâll likely wake up soon. But remember, keeping her calm is crucial. Sheâll need rest and minimal stress to recover.â
Lando swallowed, nodding quickly, but he couldnât keep the emotion out of his voice. âIâll⌠Iâll take care of her. I swear.â
Dr. Kapoor offered him a small, understanding smile before leaving the room, giving him a moment alone with Y/N.
Lando stepped closer, reaching out to gently take her hand. His thumb traced over her knuckles, and he noticed how cold her hand felt in his.
âY/NâŚâ he whispered, his voice trembling. âIâm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have known.â
He sat beside her, the weight of everything hitting him all at once. âI was so⌠so stupid. I thought I needed to focus on racing, but⌠God, I was wrong. I was so wrong. Youâre⌠youâre everything, Y/N. None of this means anything without you.â
He stayed like that, holding her hand, his head bowed as he let himself cry for the first time in weeks. All the pride, all the angerâit had melted away, leaving only the raw, aching regret of having pushed away the one person who truly loved him.
After a few minutes, he felt her fingers twitch slightly in his hand. His head shot up, hope flooding his chest as he saw her eyes slowly blink open.
âY/N?â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
She blinked up at him, confusion flickering across her face before her gaze settled on him, and he saw a flash of pain in her eyes. âLandoâŚ?â
He took a deep breath, his grip on her hand tightening. âIâm here. Iâm right here, love.â
She tried to sit up, wincing as the monitor beeped slightly faster. Lando was quick to place a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle but firm. âHey, donât⌠donât push yourself. Just⌠just rest.â
She looked away, her voice barely a whisper. âWhy are you here, Lando? I thought⌠you wanted to focus on racing.â
The words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he forced himself to face her, to let her see the remorse in his eyes. âI was wrong, Y/N. I was so, so wrong. I thought I needed to do it alone, that I couldnât let myself get⌠attached. But all I did was ruin the best thing in my life.â
Her expression softened, and he saw her blinking back tears. âYou really hurt me, Lando. I didnât ask you for much. I just wanted to be there for you, and you⌠you made me feel like I was a burden.â
âI know,â he whispered, his voice breaking. âAnd I hate myself for it. You did everything for me, and I didnât see it until you were gone. I love you, Y/N⌠I canât lose you. Not like this.â
A tear slipped down her cheek, and he reached up, brushing it away with a tenderness that spoke of all the things he wished heâd done sooner. âIâm here now,â he continued. âAnd if youâll let me, Iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.â
She looked at him for a long moment, searching his face, and finally nodded, her hand squeezing his. âYou hurt me, Lando. But⌠I still love you, too.â
Relief flooded his face, and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. âThank you,â he whispered. âIâll be better. I promise.â
For the first time in weeks, Lando felt a spark of hope, knowing he had a chance to rebuild what heâd nearly thrown away. And as he sat beside her, holding her close, he vowed never to let her feel alone again.
--
Lando had been the perfect caretaker ever since Y/N was discharged from the hospital. He took her straight back to their apartment, rearranging everything in his life to ensure she was comfortable and safe. Every morning, heâd bring her breakfast in bed with a ridiculous grin, complete with heart-shaped toast and fresh orange juice. He filled her day with little surprisesâflowers by her bedside, a new stack of her favorite books, and even a fuzzy blanket heâd bought just for her.
One night, Y/N woke up in the middle of the night, instinctively reaching for him, only to find his side of the bed empty. Confused, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. She hadnât heard him get up, and her heart skipped slightly as worry bubbled up, wondering if something was wrong.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed, her bare feet padding softly as she went to look for him. She found him in the living room, seated on the couch with his laptop open and a small notebook by his side. His hair was tousled, and he had a focused, almost determined expression on his face as he typed something into the search bar.
âUnderstanding Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathyâ appeared on the screen, along with several videos, articles, and patient forums. Lando had a pen in his hand, and as he clicked on a video, she watched as he jotted down notes on a page, his handwriting a messy scrawl but full of sincerity. The videoâs audio was soft, and she could hear the narrator explaining symptoms, risk factors, and the importance of a low-stress environment.
Y/Nâs eyes filled with tears as she watched him, realizing just how much he was trying to understand, to do anything he could to protect her.
âAlright,â he muttered to himself, tapping the pen on the notebook. âAvoid stress⌠maybe I can start doing a weekly meditation with her or, like⌠yoga? Yeah, that might help. And⌠maybe I should keep her work stuff organized so she doesnât feel overwhelmed.â
Y/N couldnât hold back any longer. She quietly stepped forward, and Lando jumped slightly when he felt her curl up on his lap, but he immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
âHey,â he whispered, his voice tender as he brushed a hand over her hair. âWhat are you doing awake?â
âI could ask you the same thing,â she murmured, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes were soft, full of gratitude and love, and Landoâs heart swelled.
He gave her a sheepish smile, glancing at the open notebook. âI⌠I wanted to make sure I was doing everything right. I know Iâve messed up before, and I want to be the best I can be for you now. So, I figured⌠Iâd do my homework.â
Y/N let out a quiet laugh, blinking back tears. âYouâre really⌠reading up on my condition?â
âOf course I am,â he said, his voice warm but serious. âI need to know how to keep you safe. How to make sure youâre not stressed out or worried, andâŚâ He swallowed, his voice breaking just a bit. âI just want to make everything perfect for you, love.â
She buried her face in his neck, her heart aching in the best way possible. âLando⌠youâre already doing more than enough. Just⌠being here with me, caring for me⌠itâs more than I could ever ask for.â
âBut it doesnât feel like enough,â he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. âIâm never going to let you feel alone or unimportant again. Youâre my world, Y/N. I want to make sure youâre as healthy and happy as you can be.â
She pulled back, looking at him with watery eyes, a small smile on her face. âLando, I donât need perfection. I just need you.â
His expression softened as he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. âWell, youâre stuck with me,â he said, grinning. âBecause Iâm not going anywhere. And Iâm gonna keep studying this and doing everything I can to make sure you feel safe and loved.â
She laughed through her tears, leaning into his hand. âYou already make me feel so loved. I donât think you even realize it, but you do.â
Landoâs smile turned gentle, and he bent down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. âGood. Because Iâm crazy about you, Y/N. I just want to be the person you deserve.â
She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his kiss settle over her, and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. âYouâre already that person, Lando. You always have been.â
He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her as he held her close. âGood. Because Iâm not stopping until I see that smile on your face every single day.â
As Y/N nestled closer into his lap, her attention shifted to the laptop screen, where a doctor was speaking in a calm, measured tone.
âManaging stress is crucial for patients with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy,â the voice on the video explained. âAvoid situations that may induce high emotional stress. For instance, hostile conversations, arguments, or other confrontational exchanges can increase strain on the heart.â
Lando stilled, his gaze fixed on the screen as those words sank in. She could feel him tense beneath her, a flicker of regret passing over his face.
âThat⌠makes sense,â he whispered, almost to himself. âIâve been so selfish. I didnât realize that my own stress⌠my own words⌠could actually make things worse for you.â
Y/N put her hand on his cheek, urging him to look at her. âLando, itâs okayââ
âNo,â he interrupted gently, meeting her gaze with a deep, remorseful look. âItâs not okay. I didnât just make things stressful; I let you feel like you couldnât even tell me what was going on with you. I was so wrapped up in myself⌠I canât believe I was so blind.â
Y/Nâs eyes softened as she watched him, the depth of his regret written all over his face. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. âWeâre here now. Thatâs what matters. Youâre here, and I know how much you care.â
He exhaled slowly, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter. âIâll never let stress come between us again, love. I promise.â
They sat together like that, wrapped up in each other, as the rest of the world faded away. Lando continued to stroke her hair, murmuring sweet promises of the future he envisioned for them. And for the first time in weeks, Y/N felt a calm settle over her, knowing that Lando was there, exactly where he wanted to be, and that he wasnât going anywhere.
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daddy issues, my little girl (m) | park jongseong.
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preview. you had always had daddy issues, for as long as you could remember. so when jay came along with his caring nature, how could you possibly keep your feelings at bay? not to forget, your roses of love have wilted long before you even knew what love meant but jay, heâs here at your doorstep with a watering can. will you be able to refuse?
or where, new neighbor dr jay park is asked to babysit you over the week. ironically the only man you have ever had a crush on. you are so determined to put aside the feelings but jay makes things so much harder. he is way too sweet and caring and you are way too pessimistic and insecure. how is it going to work with you gravitating towards him in inadvertence and jay welcoming your presence with candor radiance? especially with all of your buried issues coming to life more than ever. false hopes and reserved secrets, reluctant truths and feelings that linger deep. he is right there, two doors away to reach. so why is it that love still feels so far?
meet the cast. daddy park jongseong(jay) with his doll fem!reader
genre. neighbour to lovers, age gap (like 7 years), romance, SMUT MDNI!!, comfort angst, fluff, happy ending, doctor(might change that)!jay with his precious girl. jay literally always at his girl's beck and call, he cares about you a lottttt trope. the "i know you can do it, but let me do it for you" trope. kinda ddlg concept idk? he's like your pillar, comfort person and just everything you have ever needed. practically your dream man come to life. subject to additions later on.
word count. 18-19k so far, est around 35k revamp + second installment.
warnings. DARK THEMES: hints of: daddy issues, attachment anxiety, inferiority complex, abandonment issues, depression, childhood emotional neglect, philophobia, insomnia, social anxiety, hints at emotional/psychological abuse, gaslighting, hints at being suicidal, people pleaser syndrome, mommy issues, thantophobia, atelophobia, atychiphobia, pistanthrophobia, avoidant personality disorder, body dysmorphia. more could be added on release and nsfw warnings will be mentioned in full fic.
theme song. daddy issues by the neighborhood and future by red velvet. on the side you can listen to: love letter by bolbbalgan4, adore you by harry styles, pacify her by melanie martinez, cool kids by echosmith, your existence by wonstein, teenage dreams by katy perry ..
RELEASING. TBD, progress ! 57%
"iâm home!â slipping off your converse, you put the pair inside the shoe cabinet near the entrance and close the wooden door in a sigh before trudging in. the lights in the living room are dimmed, something your parents would never do. it catches you a tad bit off guard but nevertheless you try not to think too much. considering the silence surrounding you they most definitely are out for work and as usual forgot to turn off the lights. with cautious steps you walk futher inside, with all intention to sneak in a pack of chips from the kitchen like a thief even though at this point youâve practically come to the conclusion youâre home alone, but one can never be too careful.
a cat like shriek leaves you when your eyes land on the back of a figure sitting on the couch, your phone almost slipping through the grasp of your fingers as your eyes widen in shock. startled, your heart more or less stopping in a screeching brake for a split second.
the man visibly flinches at the sound of your voice,âwho are you?!-â standing up and turning around to face you,âjay?â
âgod y/n, youâre gonna make me deaf,â he complains, face contorting into a tender, teasing expression; a small smile gracing his lips as he walks around the couch and leans against the top of the backrest. you watch as he looks at you, so softly that it makes you wonder, has anyone ever in your entire life looked at you like that? a look radiating such gentleness. maybe not, not until now that is.
âyou got home early today, i thought youâd be out for two more hours?â his brows raise in a questioning manner as his gaze shifts to go over the time showing on your living room clock.
âuh, well i was working on a project the last few days but i finished it yesterday so,â you speak unsure if you should even be telling him this instead of asking what heâs doing in here.
âoh okay, thatâs good,â taking off his overcoat he walks into the kitchen, folding up his dress shirtâs sleeves on the way,âwhat do you want for lunch then? do you want to eat takeout? or should i cook you something? you must be hungry,â he takes out a bottle of cold water from the fridge and pours in a glass for you, sliding the cup on the countertop towards you as you approach the space in hesitant and confused steps.
his questions dumbfound you, leaving your brain at a loss, still dazed from his presence before you,âwhat? why are you asking me that? and what are you doing in my house?â you ask, looking completely clueless when jay turns to look at you expecting it to be some kind of a sarcastic remark. but the lost look in your eyes has him surrendering even if it does turn out to be some joke.
âtaking care of you,â jay smiles, straightening his posture in an upright position and moving closer to the counter across which you stand,âtechnically, babysitting,â
âbabysitting? me? but,â it baffles you, is this some prank or are you supposed to know something you donât? your mindâs mechanical gears slow down, friction arising in between them. you donât remember anything regarding or relating to the term babysitting. thereâs no way heâs serious.. right?
âdoll, didnât your parents tell you theyâre gonna be out on a business trip for a week? they asked me to look after you while theyâre gone,â what.
yes these past few days when you couldnât catch a hidden, one-sided glimpse of him in the elevator you did feel weird. and you definitely did subconsciously wish to run across him again, even though you were on a mission to avoid him, but this; this is not what you wouldâve liked, this is not what you wanted. this is far from what you can handle, what your messed up self can accept.
âno?â the look on your face has jay almost spilling a laugh, the way your features contort to a whiny crying expression. how cute. he thinks.
âthatâs okay, now you know,â trying to imitate you, he scrushes up his nose in a slight pout, reaching out to pat your head twice. and there goes your heart. you never thought youâd like head pats this much, you only remember getting them twice from your father but it felt different. it used to annoy you because he would mess up your hair but the way jay caressed your head it felt you had accomplished something, so gentle and careful yet still close to a ruffle.
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she's the man * vr dts special
what does netflix have to say about the first and only woman to make it on the grid in almost 2 decades?
warnings: danica patrick jumpscares
notes: hi im procrastinating my assignment that's due tomorrow so i'm making this for you guys <3 and this is so...? poorly written is what i'm trying to say bye
[will buxton] there is a new team on the grid: andretti's appeal to be the 11th team on the grid was approved early last year. there was a lot of talk about who they could hire in their driver lineup. nobody expected sebastian vettel, who literally just retired from being an f1 driver, to be stepping into the shoes of a race engineer. and to take a chance on a rookie driver...
what did you want me to say? she looks down at the clapperboard that's been handed over to her, lifting it up and down as she tries to ease her nervousness. [producer] introduce yourself first and we'll take it step by step from here. she nods and presses her lips together with a smile. hi. i'm driving for andretti racing for the 2023 season and i am the first female on the grid in almost 20 years.
[sebastian vettel] i... you know, i realised i have nothing to do if i don't race. so i took up the job with one exception â they allow a rookie into the team.
-> bahrain, 2023
she smiles, tapping her card onto the reader. she just waves at the crew ahead of her, cameras held up and lenses pointed directly at her as she walks alongside logan and oscar.
i'm a little nervous, of course â i didn't think i'd get this far. in all honestly, i thought f2 was the furthest i'd get when it came to racing. but i'm lucky. sebastian is taking a big gamble putting me in an f1 car this year.
[danica patrick] a woman in f1? i don't expect that will go well overall. does she even have the aggressiveness to be driving alongside these men who, for them, things like these come naturally.
-> abu dhabi, 2022
"well, would you look at that? the sole woman on the grid has made it to the podium. and that would," there's a pause from crofty, taking a deep breath as a smile spreads his lips, "award her as a runner-up in the drivers' championship slightly ahead of liam lawson. she's driven amazing all year round and it's just a wonder if she will ever make it further than formula 2 if she can produce these results at this level of racing."
[susie wolff] she's amazing behind the wheel. toto and i have watched a couple of her races over the years. it's an experience to have her around every weekend beside big household names like lewis hamilton and max verstappen. if her team can give her a good enough car to produce massive results, or she outperforms everyone's expectations this year, it could be very telling for the sport. and it sure opens a lot of opportunities for new generations of racers to come.
[sebastian vettel] well, she produces the results you'd want in a race car driver. i'd like to change the course of things around here, so there was no question that i'd vouch for her to get in a car with the best of the best. she's been in an f1 car before â with haas a while ago â so there's really not much worry about how she'll do this year. she just needs a good car to start.
[claire williams] nothing wrong with taking a chance on a rookie. but as a new team in the sport, you'd want to prove to everyone that you fought rightfully so for your spot as a new addition to the pitlane.
-> bahrain, 2023
she stands at the back of the garage. the camera zooms into the girl toying with the neckline of her fireproofs. she presses her lips together as sebastian talks to her. "so you're starting p18 tomorrow."
"oh." she looks down at the ground and purses her lips together. "well i told you: the car still felt a little difficult in the braking zones earlier. that was the best i could do without burying myself into a barrier."
"yeah, of course. that just means you'll have to work a little extra tomorrow during the race," sebastian grins. he places his hand on her shoulder to shake her gently. "you did your best today. don't even worry about it. you'll come back stronger tomorrow."
"of course. i didn't get this far just to fumble the bag at my first race."
[danica patrick] qualifying p18 as a rookie and as the sole woman in the sport... it's not a good look for either herself or the people who decided to take a chance on her.
"and that's the checkered flag. p11," sebastian says into her ears.
she sighs as she slows the car down for a cool-down lap. she lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "i could have pushed a little more to get better results. i'm sorry."
"ah, you finished ahead of a lot of people and you climbed 7 places on the track. it's a good first race."
[will buxton] right now, it seems that not everyone is fond of having a woman on the grid. that's very prominent in the fan side of things. but a lot of people are forgetting that she raced with some of the big names that people know today and was on par with them in the results growing up.
[oscar piastri] well, we go way back. you know, growing up karting together and constantly being in competition with one another, i think really encouraged her to stay in the sport. when we moved up to f3 from formula renault, she kinda got left behind to stay. so when i was poached by prema to race into f2, i suggested that they give her a chance.
well, i was up there fighting with oscar and logan, and occasionally liam, for good results during karting races and eventually in formula renault. the only disadvantage i had compared to them was that i'm a girl. you know, growing up, i would constantly be told that i wouldn't get very far cause this is a boy's sport. that really does discourage you from wanting and thinking that i'd get into official leagues, but i owe it to my best friends for pushing me to dream bigger and retain the passion i had for racing.
[logan sargeant] i mean... she kinda did hand me my ass every single time we were out on the track. if that doesn't tell people that she's a good racer, i'm unsure what will.
[zak brown] it was, truthfully, down to her and oscar for who should come in and drive for mclaren. but we weren't sure if the risks to bring her in would be worth it. so we went with the safer option.
[james vowles] i know a couple different teams â i'm definitely not namedropping â who were eyeing her for her performance last year. prema did a very good job marketing her as their driver as well so there's an extra factor. she's lovely.
-> australia, 2023
"oh, andretti's rookie passes the flag ahead of the alpha tauri and puts her in the points!" there's cheering in the grandstands, and nobody can believe their eyes at the results of the purple race car. "you see it here first â she is the first woman, in decades, to score points to formula 1"
"that's p9! there's your first points in formula 1!"
"oh? oh my fucking god! i did it!"
scoring your first points as a formula 1 driver... it's a very big feat as a rookie. but it means even more when you're in my position.
she runs to where sebastian stands, helmet in her hands. she screams as her team erupts in cheers at the sight of her sprinting towards them and she pumps her fists into the air.
"i did it!" she screams, immediately surrounded by the personnel clad in the bright andretti purple. "i scored my first points!"
she's seen in the middle of their makeshift circle, thrown around by her team as they bask in their first achievement in the sport and of the year. she's seen with tears running down her cheeks briefly before sebastian pulls her in for a very tight hug.
"i told you everything will be fine. you just had to be patient, kid."
[sebastian vettel] scoring points alone is already a step in the right direction. now we just need to focus on being consistent race after race.
-> azerbaijan, 2023
"there's a yellow flag here in lap 40. we're waiting to hear who it was caused by," the camera pans to the car head first into the barriers at a turn, "and it seems to be an andretti."
when you crash front first out of a turn, it's like the rudest jumpscare a person could have. it's nothing to do with the car â it was straight up a driver error.
[sebastian vettel] no driver wants to crash their car during a race and then admit to the whole world that it was their fault. especially when you're in her position, you know? the statement she released and choosing to be honest about it being a driver error â it was her decision to handle it that way. personally... he giggles with a smile. i wouldn't have done that.
[will buxton] she only seems to be getting better and better every single weekend.
-> monaco, 2023
"that's another finish in the points, kid. good race. that's p5 for you."
"thank you. the car felt great this weekend."
-> singapore, 2023
"here we have the andretti rookie in her engineer and mentor's arms, on a very historical evening. she has just scored her first podium this weekend at the singapore grand prix."
she jumps as she's in sebastian's arms, her face buried in his chest. she is seen pulling away slightly from him and he grabs her face, "amazingâ you were amazing, kid! congratulations!"
tears, again, roll down her cheeks as she nods at his statement. her chest heaves as she cries. "thank you. oh, my goodness. thank you."
"there's no words. just that you were amazing this weekend."
a hand lands on her back. she turns around and covers her face as she fights the biggest grin. "you beat me in f1, mate!"
the australian accent fills her ears as he congratulates her. oscar takes her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder as they lock themselves in a tight embrace. he rubs circles on her back. "congrats on the podium, mate."
[danica patrick] now they're in a weird spot. oscar, on one hand, has been backed by mark webber for years. his best friend is racing under sebastian vettel. everybody knows those two don't get along â is it possible that it could reflect on their friendship as well?
-> silverstone, 2023
"overtake available." her andretti, slowly inches towards the mclaren of oscar's up ahead. "whenever you see fit."
"what's the gap?" oscar huffs, head snapping over to his side mirror briefly.
"0.2."
at the next turn, she takes a big lunge on the inside of the track to go ahead of oscar.
"there's a bit of fighting at the midfield here between a mclaren and an andretti. oscar piastri, however, does not let her go. he is still fighting to hopefully finish ahead of her in today's race."
"keep the pace. try to shake oscar off, he's still close behind you."
"noted."
racing on the track with oscar? nothing i haven't done before.
[oscar piastri] she's always been great at keeping up and being a challenging competitor on the track.
[logan sargeant] she's very fast on and off the track. i rarely beat her in racing... so...
"oscar piastri takes the checkered flag behind the andretti, failing to fight with the incredible pace the new car has shown this weekend."
in parc ferme, the girl takes her helmet off, turning around sharply to the man in papaya orange as he lifts himself out of the car. "good fight, mate."
"good fight," oscar smiles. they share a quick hug before the younger girl briefly runs away from him to approach logan further down the lane.
[danica patrick] we've seen what the sport does to friends. it does not matter how long you've been friends â it will eventually catch up to you and everybody involved.
-> austin, 2023
"the andretti finished in p5 and logan sargeant has just been promoted to p10 following the disqualification of charles leclerc and lewis hamilton. oscar, however, retires from the race following a crash with esteban ocon."
i don't beat oscar often â so whenever the rarity comes up, i take it with open arms.
"ah, screw you mate," oscar laughs, throwing his arms around the younger girl once again. "good finish."
she flips her hair as she pulls away and bats her eyelashes. "what can i say? i'm made for formula 1."
[sebastian vettel] they're sweet kids. i don't think there is any animosity between them. they lived together while they karted weekend after weekend. they're used to it... i think.
we've fought about things like these growing up. oh, for sure. we're both the oldest siblings â so the competition never ends between us.
[oscar piastri] she is very competitive. she's only fair when it comes to racing on the track though. everything else, she finds a way to come out on top.
-> oxford, 2023 (winter break)
"i won."
logan turns to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. "no, you didn't."
now stood up, the girl looked down at logan with a mirrored bewildered expression on her face. "yes, i did."
"no," logan repeats with his eyebrows raised, "you did not."
she clenches her jaw. "yes, i did."
"dude." logan turns to look at oscar, sitting across the table from them. their gazes all land on the card that she puts in the middle. "that's a yellow card that you coloured over with red marker. you lost â just admit it."
"what do you mean? that's a legit card." she lifts it up and reveals to the camera a card that's been poorly coloured red with some scratches that reveal the authenticity of the yellow that logan had just pointed out.
[logan sargeant] she's such a sore loser.
-> abu dhabi, 2023
"that's the andretti of the rookie driver crossing the finish line in p4, and that puts her in 6th place in the driver's championship. we might just be at the start of history being made, folks."
[sebastian vettel] what can i say? i'm never wrong with who i place my bets on.
[danica patrick] she proved a lot of people wrong this year, including me. she is an exciting up and coming driver.
she shrugs with a smug grin on her face. oh, i'm here to stay, babes.
andretti has secured her with a multi-year contract with the team â she will be racing under them until 2028.
the clapperboard clicks loudly, a man sits there with a cheeky grin as he stares into the camera. i'm liam lawson and i'm now an andretti race car driver. see you on the track in 2024.
â bonus
"aw, mate! they totally twisted that whole scene up!" she scoffs, throwing a small pillow at the tv screen. "dalton was the one that coloured that uno card in. not me!"
oscar turns to her. "yet you still used it despite the fact that we agreed to not use it in games anymore."
"the game would not have been fair if we were missing one card!"
logan scoffs. "we let you win, anyway."
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title: lollipop (m) | part one: summer bbq pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongiâs interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2) rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brotherâs best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after the summer cookout ends, you say goodnight to your brother and his best friend. but the latter just had to have a lollipop in his mouth⌠and had to make you aware of it hours later. note: this is part two of the three tangerines drabble summer bbq! undisclosed whether these are in the main storyline or not, so itâs a standalone for now. note 2: also..... hope y'all read this in private :))) hahahah warnings: yoongi is the biggest warning, but reader almost inches him out heređ¤, no joke we may need to form a new line for reader, kissing, hella kissing, a mirror makes an appearance.. đŤŁ, tense situations, tender moments, lollipop gets its own warning iâm so serious, cocky yoongi lolll explicit warnings: under the cut! drop date: july 22nd, 2024, 7:17pm est word count: 7.3kđđđ
explicit warnings: food play (just roll with itđ), oral sex (m/f rec), masturbation, the struggle to keep quiet is real, mirrors are involved lord have mercy, spanking, breast play, multiple orgasms, yoongi hands, choking, fingering, face f*cking, titty shotsss, a little bit of manhandling and roughness but we love itđ¤đ¤, aftercare and cute cute reader afterwards
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Itâs not long until youâre snuggled under your covers, every limb in your body relieved to be at rest. From getting ready, cooking for hours, to general host dutiesâall while trying to avoid sin in human formâyouâve completely exhausted your living battery.Â
But for some reason, sleepiness is out of reach.Â
Tiredness? For sure. But sleep seems to elude you, and you toss and turn before giving up and turning your television on.Â
Itâs after you get through two episodes of something random and endless doomscrolling that you get a text.Â
From the last person that should be texting you right now.
And your heart slams on every brake it has.
Yoongi [2:37am]: You up? Â
Umm.
What.
Why is he asking you that? Itâs quite possibly the worst time and type of message to receive right now.Â
Donât overthink it. He probably just needs extra hands to drag your brother back to his room again.
You [2:37am]: mmhmmÂ
You [2:37am]: you need me for something?
With a sigh, you rest your phone by your side.
The last time that happened was so long ago. Back when you were fighting off sickness and absentmindedly grabbing tangerines to snack on.
You wonder what that man wants this time around.
Yoongi [2:37am]: Haha nah
Yoongi [2:37am]: Just curious
Well thatâs interesting.
Is he still in the backyard? Somewhere in the house? You knew he was staying over, but is he in the guest room with Jimin lying down like you are?
Why is that making your soul squeeze?Â
You [2:38am]: yeah i am. canât sleep :\
After hitting send, you feel more awake than ever, staring at your ceiling changing hues from the light of your tv.Â
It kinda hurts knowing Yoongiâs the closest he could be tonight.Â
On one hand, you still remain feeling safer than ever, having all of them here. But on the other, youâd much rather Yoongi be right next to you, heart beating under the same covers and eyes covering you in moonlight.
Heâs so close and yetâŚÂ
So damn far.Â
Yoongi [2:39am]: Same.Â
Your arm slings right over your eyes.
How is one word from him enough to make your legs shift? That is something that needs to be studied, but alas, you would only be the subject if someone paid you for it.
What do you say now? You miss him so much it practically hurts? You want him to be lying next to you even though itâs the riskiest thing in the world?
Maybe start slow.
You [2:40am]: did you have fun today?Â
Shit, was that a little too slow? Abnormal? Itâs not like you two have as much small talk as other people. Though you wouldnât mind any type of talking with him at all, casual small talk just isnât on the list of defaults.
When you check the next text you get, itâs hard to keep your phone from falling onto your face.
Yoongi [2:42am]: Iâll tell you if you open the door :)
Huh.
So much for starting slow what the fuck!Â
You [2:43am]: ???
You [2:43am]: front door?Â
Yoongi [2:43am]: Yours
There have been many times in which this man has made you speechless. Some just for being so heartstoppingly handsome; others for being the most considerate person youâve ever met.
But this time?
You canât even form all the reasons why you canât form words.
You [2:44am]: ?????
Yoongi [2:44am]: đ¤¨
Yoongi [2:44am]: Feel like this is pretty easy stuff, dollÂ
What is happening? What possessed your brotherâs legitimate ride or die to stand at your door while still in the same house? When other people are also staying over?
Youâre so close. Heâs right there. You can see a slight shadow underneath the wooden frame and itâs making your stomach silly.
But you have to be sure.
You [2:45am]: is he asleep?Â
Yoongi [2:45am]: Yeah heâs outÂ
Getting up, you already miss the warmth of your sheets as you tiptoe towards the only thing separating you from the man youâve yearned for all day long.
Fuck. If this isnât the worst decision youâre ever gonna make in your life.
But damn it, you already knew you were gonna let him in as soon as he asked.
After checking what youâre wearing before knowing it doesnât matter, you open your door while fearing what it reveals.Â
And Yoongi slowly enters through the nightâfreshly showered, still studded with jewelry, and decked in clean clothes while dirtying your mind to hell.
Because of the goddamn lollipop in his mouth.
âWhatâs going on,â you whisper, knowing your brother could wake up at any second. Maybe. Possibly. Everything bad is always possible when youâre paranoid about itâespecially since Yoongi is in your room! âWhat are you doing?â
Your secret wastes no time as he quietly shuts and locks the door, hair shifting down his head in damp waves as he takes out the sucker,
âThis.â
Silent, he pulls you in slow for a kiss, melting you down with ease. When he presses you into one of your walls, you know the only thing propping you up is his pelvis molding with your front.Â
Already, your senses are on high alert, wondering how long Yoongi plans on staying because as much as you want him here forever, you still want him in one piece.Â
But itâs getting hard to concentrate on consequences and scenarios when this man is infiltrating your every thought. His lips feel like summer and his fragrance reminds you of spring, and you immediately know itâs that subtly scented body wash you picked to put in the guest bathroom.Â
Strange. You both have now used each othersâ soap and showers. That has to mean something intimate, right? How many people can say that about one another and not look into it too much?
Well, he technically hasnât used the shower in your bathrâ
âYou looked great today,â Yoongi whispers into your neck.Â
His kiss there renders you speechless for what seems like eons. Today. Uh huh. What were you thinking just now? âThank you,â you finally sigh, relishing in the way heâs holding your side. âSo did you.âÂ
âThanks.âÂ
âI mean.. You always do, so. Nothing new there.â
Yoongi quietly huffs a laugh before tugging your hips. But he doesnât say anything in return, and you wonder if he didnât have an answer or just didnât feel the need to.Â
So your nerves fill the space again. âIs it weird that I missed you? You were here the whole time.âÂ
âMm.â His kisses traverse up your shivering throat, and his raspy answer has your eyes fluttering shut, âI get that.â
Fuck, you canât deal with him. âIs.. Is that so..â
âPeople miss me all the time.â
A snort. âAss.â
Yoongi immediately laughs into your skin. âBut they arenât here now, are they?â When you donât respond with anything substantial, he squeezes the side of your ass. âAre they.â
âNo,â you hitch out. âBut you shouldnât be here, either.â
âTell me to leave then.â
Shit. You canât. You both know you canât. You try so hard to stifle a moan when you feel Yoongi grip an asscheek, his lips finding your ear at the same time he gives a firm smack.
âDo it, doll.â
âIâŚâ Fuck, heâs surrounding you and thereâs no way no way out. âI canât.â
âGood.â Yoongi then slides your hand from his side down to his legs, placing it on his very big, very hard length. âCus I canât fucking stay away from you.âÂ
You grip him through his pants, pleased when he moans deep. âWhat if he wakes up?â
âHe wonât,â your handsome rebel purrs. âDrank for hours.â
âYou sure?â
âCourse I am.â Yoongi slides a finger along the outline of your breasts. âHe tried to keep up and lost.â
âTypical.âÂ
He keeps doing exactly what you want him to do. Itâs quite scary how well he knows your body now, but youâd also like to think you have a good level of knowledge with his.
Especially when you reach up to twist his nipple.Â
A groan mixed with dark chuckles has your knees shaking, and you prolong it by doing something else you knowâor think you knowâhe likes,
âI think youâd like it if I kicked you out now.â
The volcano inside Yoongi rumbles. âIs that so?â
âIt is,â you huff out in mock triumph, loving how his cock twitches against your hand. âOr am I wrong?â
He flicks his eyes to yours before holding a gaze. A look so telling, and full, and searing. When his mouth flicks upward, he admits,
âIâd love it.â
Laughing as softly as you can, you stop to simply hug him. Leaning forward until your head rests, feeling the most at home and happy hearing his own amusement vibrating through his clothes.Â
And just like that, youâre conflicted.Â
What the hell are you doing? Even though passed out and sloshed, your brother could still wake up. Itâs not like heâs totally gone. And if he catches his best friend in your room? Thereâs no telling what damage could be dealt.
Actually, the damage could be told in gruesome detail.
But the way Yoongiâs filling the distance from today, you really donât want to stop. In fact, you donât even want to pretend to shoo him off.
So this is your first step onto a precarious, unpredictable tightrope. A step you are very okay taking.Â
âBabe?â
Shit, you got lost again. When you find your way back, Yoongiâs concern materializes at once,
âIf you really arenât downââ
âFuck it.âÂ
Your kiss digs into his face so hard you strike gold, rewarded with a growl so potent it disrupts your core. Lightning zaps through your veins at the hands squeezing your hips, and you buck with a desperation thatâs been stockpiling all day long.
Sliding along the wall, you notice that Yoongi tastes like alcohol and sugar, and you wanna lick every crevice you can reach, drunk off his cockiness and audacity alone.Â
Itâs no use fighting this. Heâs really in your room, making out with you like a demon while the house is filled with your brotherâs sleeping friends.
Fuck, you two could really get caught here.
The swirl in your belly keeps you on your toes, transforming your movements into sharp, hasty tugs on his clothes, hemlines, hair. Youâre practically acting like youâve never had him before and want to make up for all those missed opportunities.
Not like itâs any different every time.
But youâre quelled by a calm hand on your wrist. âAs much as I like you like this,â Yoongi whispers across your cheek, âYou canât be too loud, baby girl.â
Your silent question mustâve escaped past your teeth. Because you hear a deep chuckle before shivers run down your spine,
âIf you arenât quiet enough Iâm gonna fix that.â
Oh. Fuck.
âI didnât even know I was talking,â you admit, body creasing in embarrassment and a bit of nervous laughs. Your grin cannot be contained by the fingers you slide up to cover it. âOh, my god.âÂ
âWhat?â Yoongiâs devilish look is even more potent in the flashing lights of your television. âYou serious?â
When you scrunch in deeper admittance, he flashes teeth with a wider smile than yours. Itâs a prelude to the way he launches your heartbeat, his scent mesmerizing and his fingers lethal on the back of your neck.Â
âAdorable.â
You groan into his swooping kiss, the rush of a thousand rivers carrying you to bliss. Breaths intertwined, the pair of you canât seem to part until Yoongi accidentally shoulders something at his side.
Your mirror? When did you both travel so far that you got here?Â
He lets off with a pop to steady the wavering furniture piece, pausing to make sure itâs stable before looking at the movie playing nearby.
And you watch in curiosity as he backs further into your room, eyeing himself in the mirror while slotting the sucker back into his mouth.
God. How did you forget he was still holding that?
And why canât you move even as he turns around, even as he glances at the tv, even as he sits on the edge of your bed?
Move. Walk. Do something!
In the end, you canât.
Because Yoongiâs stare alone gives you first time jitters, like youâve never even conversed or much less slept with him before.Â
How the fuck are you gonna get through the night?Â
Swallowing and shooting one more look at your door, you pad your way to him, knowing he sees your nipples poking through your shirt and assuming thereâs not much else youâre wearing.Â
And heâs right.Â
As you stop at Yoongiâs knees, you watch as he gives the lollipop another slow suck, groaning at the red smeared across his tainted lips.
Thatâs it. Itâs decided. Thereâs no way youâre making it out alive.
âGet up here.â
Obliging but unhurried, you mount his lap, your heart skipping at the way he enjoys your shirt riding up your thighs.
So that damn sucker is gonna stay in his mouth?Â
Min Yoongi is your enemy tonight.
Your nemesis, in fact. Even if he slides both free hands up your ass like that fuck he squeezes so expertly. Fuck.Â
Itâs keeping everything in you to hide your moan, your head falling forward as he slightly lifts you to drop you onto his comfy sweats.
When he chuckles in your ear, your muscles lock. And when he pops the lolly out of his mouth, you crumble at his mercy. âYou were lucky to be off-limits today, doll.âÂ
âWhatâŚâ You tense at another grip to your ass. âWhat do you mean.â
As you eye the silver around his neck, Yoongiâs smirk pours weight on your legs. âIf you werenât? Thereâs no telling what I wouldâve done.â
You donât think youâve ever gulped so deeply. What toe-curling secrets is he hiding? Today could have gone a much, much different route depending on what heâd spill. âTell⌠Tell me anyway.â
âYou sure?â
âYes.â
The man below you huffs quick, and you watch the corner of his mouth lift at a dangerous angle. âWouldâve kept you in that bathroom,â he divulges, voice dragging across the rattled surface of your brain. âBent you over the sink.â Â
Your breath hitches when he gets close, lips caressing your ear but words striking through your chest, âJust so you could watch me fuck you in that sundress.âÂ
âFuck.â
âUh uh,â Yoongi coos, chuckle so, so deep. âQuiet, baby girl.â
âI justâŚâ Itâs already hard to think around this demon of a person. But itâs even more difficult when heâs got your ear in his teeth. âWait.âÂ
As he pulls away, the light of your television highlights his features. And you find that this specific, comforting look of attentiveness is what attracts you the most.Â
Now that you can think clearly, you remember exactly what you were gonna do. Itâs simple but significant nonetheless.Â
Because your dress from today is in the laundry already. But that doesnât mean you donât have another one. Another very particular one he may remember, in fact.Â
âGo over there,â you whisper, smile wide as you dismount. âTurn around.âÂ
When he wordlessly asks what youâre up to, a single finger presses against your lips before you assure, âJust trust me.âÂ
The way his brows scrunch makes your cheeks hurt as you watch him get up and swivel, endeared by the casual lean on your wall and the lollipop stuck in his cheek. Just as his head falls in waiting, you slip into your closet, darkness getting even darker as you enter.
Due to an afterthought, you pop your head out. âNo peeking in the mirror.â
âUh huh.â
Satisfied, you go back to your lightless search.Â
You know exactly what youâre going for. Itâs too easy for you to locate your chosen piece of clothing before stripping and changing as orderly as you can.Â
Okay. This is okay because youâre alone, right? No one else is here. Technically. Okay.
As you make your way out, a million nerves pop and fizzle under moonlight. The air surrounding your bare shoulders proves charged. Electric enough to send shivers down to your pedicured toes.
Composing yourself before you break, you softly catch his attention as you eye the sucker poised in his fingers,
âReady.â
The moon waits.
Your breath follows.
And when Yoongi turns, you know youâll never forget this moment. It feels exactly like the time in that restaurant long ago, but more potent. Shimmering.Â
Because youâre wearing the same sundress he witnessed you in on the night of Domâs party.Â
And youâve never been so delighted to see the stars in his eyes go dark.
You expect him to call you over. Whether with words or not, youâre gonna do whatever he wantsâbecause itâs what you want⌠tooâŚ
Yoongiâs aura billows as he closes the distance himself. No words. No gestures. Just step by breath-taking step, air around him so charged and commanding that your knees threaten to buckle.Â
For reasons you wonât admit, your mouth canât even create sounds. All you want to ask is if he likes the dress, or if he even cares you arenât as dressed up as before.Â
Of course he wouldnât give a single shit. But you canât stop yourself from these thoughts just yet.Â
Swallowing, you stare as he rolls the sucker in his mouth, eyes in no other direction but yours. âYou, umm. Does this one work instead? The other one is in theââ
Quick isnât fast enough to describe whatâs happening, your shoulders pressing into the nearest wall as your lips get consumed by lust and possession. Everything in your body tingles, and for a split second you wonder how Yoongi managed to swing you around so swift with barely a sound.Â
Stars fly from your eyes before they slip shut, pouring want onto his veins as he circles strong arms across your waist. Sparks erupt the scant distance between your hips and his, and you are once again reminded why you feel so high-strung.Â
There are so many people staying over. Not just Yoongi and Jimin. From what you can recall, at least ten people are passed out around the house, any of which could wake up for a bathroom break or something at any second.Â
And yet. You will not tell this man to leave. Truthfully, this is exhilarating and all youâre doing is kiâ
âGet down there.â
Oh, fuck.Â
This is the new point of no return.Â
If you do this, not only will Yoongi be a goner, but so will you. Both of you would never, ever come back from this.Â
But that fucking lollipopâŚ
Screw everything to hell.
Your smile grows with his, lip bitten in the throes of your newfound excitement. You already feel how rock solid he is through his pants, and you make it a point to stroke him on the way to the ground.Â
Thereâs so little room that your ass skims the wall, your chest the second part to slide along his covered length and causing him to groan out a curse.Â
Is there a shift here? Did you change the whole dynamic with one move? Maybe youâre the one with the power now.Â
âLook at me.â
Ah. Maybe not.
Obedient, you stare upward, catching the fire in Yoongiâs eyes as he gives the sucker one more pass in his mouth.Â
God, he makes it look so enticing. Itâs just a piece of candy but youâve never been this desperate to have one, too. Or be the one treated with his tongue like that goddamn does he have to make it seem so erotic?
With a pop, Yoongi releases the stick, lips shiny and tainted in the television lights. When he lowers it, you realize itâs descendingâfarther and fartherâuntil it stops in front of your face.Â
And shivers overtake you.
âSuck.âÂ
Well. Youâve never done something like this before. In all the relationships youâve been in, you have never experienced anything like this. Much less in your own house.Â
Which makes your eyes flare and the monster in your belly rumble, fire hissing from its nose and prying your mouth open to do exactly what you were told.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Sugar coats your tongue immediately. Glowing, the heat in your core stokes embers, warning with each loll, each cave of your cheeks. You treat the candy so tenderly Yoongi will deny jealousy, and your lips pucker and puff with a sheen.Â
Are you glistening as much as his eyes? Are you causing him as much grief as he has put you through?
You damn well hope so. Yoongi isnât the only one thatâs gonna unleash his needs from the whole day.Â
So you keep sucking with closed eyes, swirling your tongue around the lolly and licking it just how you would his tip. It tastes like sweet rebellion, but also late nights with your friends. And with a fleeting thought, you know said friends would grill you if they ever found out this was happening.
Maybe Tae would just laugh his ass off.Â
Fuck, this is so unbelievably risky. Your door is locked, sure. But the guest room is still very much missing an occupant and one look in there and at Yoongiâs car in the street would cause an eruption.
Through the haze of your thoughts, you hear shuffling and a low droning grunt.Â
With one glance, you know Yoongi is crumbling. The shadowed promises under his bangs make you preen, and you remain on the precipice of anxiousness and glee.
âKeep that tongue out for me.â
Clearly, he doesnât give a shit about risk.
So gladly, you oblige, flinching when the lollipop is replaced by something youâre much more familiar with, and your eyes bat on instinct as you know exactly what to do with this one.
When did he shove his pants down? Were you that lost in your sticky treat that you didnât even notice?Â
Doesnât matter. You feel his beautiful weight on your stained tongue and itâs second nature to pleasure. When you grab hold of his base, you give one more suck before popping him out of your mouth to lick down.
For someone thatâs been shushing you, Yoongiâs groan is not quiet, and you pause just in time to see him grit his teeth with a nose scrunched to hell.
And his attention is sideways. What is heâŚ
Oh. Fuck.
You can see yourself in your mirror on the other wall.Â
Is that⌠you? The one looking back with a visage so arousing your breath stops? If this is the person that Yoongi brings out you actually feel your confidence inflate like a parade balloon.
âSo fucking hot.â
When you laugh in shyness, his eyes slide shut in agony as he rakes through his hair. Crumbling inside, you offer a compliment of your own,Â
âYouâre so unfair when you do that.âÂ
Yoongi has the audacity to grin wide as he grips his long strands. âThis?âÂ
âUgh. Whatever.â You wanna smack that smirk right off his face.
So you keep going, loving the way his walls and defenses are back to shattering at your knees. From your inappropriate level of experience with his cock, you go for what you know. Licking his underside, swirling around the tip, sucking just the first bit, gathering spit all over before taking him in deep.Â
The smells around you coalesce into something potent. With the fruitiness of the lolly and the headiness of Yoongi, itâs pure bliss in your nostrils and you soak it all in. Thereâs no pause in your sucking, licking, tugging him rough. Youâre giving it your all and feeling the effects between your legs.Â
Suddenly.Â
Huffs litter around your sundress as Yoongi yanks himself out, sticking the sucker in your mouth again while holding your head. And his smile puts devils to shame when he scoffs, âUnfair, my ass.â
You giggle, sliding the pop up and down your outstretched tongue before slowly pushing it in. When you watch one of his veiny hands grip his cock, your brain resets and rewires, prompting you to be a little bit more daring.
As if this whole situation wasnât daring enough.
You coyly slide one of your sundress straps down your arm, slowly revealing the top of a breast before going for the other side. Not enough to show everything. But enough to give him a much better view from above.Â
And the sound you hear in response causes pulses between your legs,
âWhat the fuck.â
Satisfied, you ride this high of praise and keep diligently sucking on the lolly, watching him pump himself until you canât canât canât take it anymore.
It all happens in quick succession, your hand outright slapping the lollipop out of his hand before grabbing for him, shaky fingers knocking into his slick ones before slipping his dick in your mouth.
âShitââ
His scent captures your nostrils as he bucks forward, knocking your throat and causing your gag to hit the wall. When you keep sucking, Yoongi grabs your chin, chains swaying as he rocks in, out, in, out again.
Drool and spit cover your neck, seeping onto his fingers as he keeps them where he wants. Imagining how you look in the mirror makes you moan, and imagining Yoongi watching everything from his view makes your cunt leak onto your thighs.Â
Fuck you wanna watch, too. What does that say about you? Youâre legitimately jealous that you canât see yourself taking Yoongi so deep heâs cursing in strings.Â
When you choke, itâs disgustingly loud, so he has to pull out once again just to command, âQuiet.â
âYeââÂ
Heâs shoved back in before you can finish one syllable, back out after a single suck before he drives his point home, âUnderstand?âÂ
âYââ
Your words are pushed down your throat again, the intensity Yoongiâs exuding rolling your eyes back and shaking your muscles. Spent and unable to speak, you nod around him, and your arms are suddenly gathered against the wall until youâre fully flushed, held up by one of his strong hands.
âGood girl.â
You brace yourself for his complete control, dick sliding down your throat and pushing tears out of your eyes. Breathing through your nose, you keep your tongue flat, taking him in until your full body gag alerts him to pull out.Â
As soon as he does, you buckle straight towards the mirror, eyes bursting with shock as you drink in the man watching your heaving, shimmering chest.
âThis is what you do to me, doll.â When you shift your attention upward, you gulp at his smile of pride. âCan you stand?âÂ
âIâŚâ Holy shit, he fucked the voice right out of you. âI think so.âÂ
âHere.âÂ
You place your hand in his, muscles in your legs stinging at the change in position. When you go slow, Yoongi lets you, and your lips curve tenderly at the way he kisses you at your peak.Â
âYou almost made me come,â he whispers, chuckling when you watch his eyes. âFuckinâ hustler.âÂ
âYou didnât want to?âÂ
âNot yet.â Winking, Yoongi gives you another peck before getting close.Â
As you look in the mirror, you catch the way he kisses along your neck, his hair tickling your skin and his arms bent as he holds yours. Itâs almost enough to make you feel higher than royalty, now knowing what it looks like to be feasted on by a king.
âPromise me something,â he rasps.Â
âAnything,â you whisper in confidence.
âItâs your turn now.â Another kiss to your ear makes you flinch. âBut if youâre too loud thatâs all you get.âÂ
Bold statement coming from the guy that couldnât stay silent. But youâre far too gone to dwell on the past so all you can do is nod in understanding. You need this. After today? You really fucking need this.
Yoongi tucks himself back in his sweats before kissing your neck again, lips leaving a trail along the tracks left by your own actions. When he gets to your chest, he gets to unwrap another treat, slowly peeling your dress down to suck on a nipple.Â
You almost cut the whole thing short.Â
A hand flies up over your mouth, and you watch your face twist in anguish in the glass. Sparks tingle from where Yoongi slides his tongue, and seeing this man in action from another viewpoint launches you across the edge instead of right to it.Â
Youâre gonna get yourself caught. Thereâs no way you arenât crying out by the time heâs done but goddamn youâve got to keep it togeâ
Deft fingers rub your other nipple, causing your body to jump forward and Yoongi to chuckle into your chest. After he squeezes, you watch as he pops off your tit. âWhatâd I say.âÂ
This is the hardest thing youâve ever done!Â
You can only shake your head, hand still preventing your mouth to move and your throat stinging from suppressed screams.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Yoongi quips before kissing the rest of your dress downward.Â
And the fucker didnât even look back at the mirror. Like he already knows exactly what he looks like or doesnât care in the slightest. All heâs focused on is you and you alone, and youâre so enamoured that you watch his head below you, too.Â
Calmly and surely, Yoongi lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing along your skin and gripping you tight. When he lifts a brow upward, you nod downward, bracing yourself for him to notice something else you had planned to show.
Works like a sinful charm. His reaction could be felt better than seen.Â
Because as soon as he notices that you donât have any underwear on, Yoongi pours out dark amusement before giving your cunt the deepest kiss itâs ever felt.
A mewl smushes into your fingers as you cave, eyes shutting so tight as he eats you out like a man starved and never satiated.Â
His licks hit just right, and the way he tongues you causes stars to pierce your eyes through. Over and over and over, Yoongi is merciless in how he pleasures, and your esophagus burns and burns and burns.Â
Both your legs quake as he slips a finger under his tongue, and your eyes fly open just in time to see yourselves in the mirror again.Â
Holy fuck.
Youâve always known this man was attractive. Overwhelmingly so, in fact. But seeing him on his knees and knowing itâs not a dream makes you so dizzy your brain canât keep up.Â
Yoongiâs hands flex on your skin with each minuscule grip, and his hair bunches as he moves between your legs. Your thigh covers his face, but maybe thatâs for the best, because you donât think you could handle watching his tongue while feeling it inside.Â
âSo fucking wet,â he hisses out before diving in again, and you use your other hand to grapple a chunk of his drying hair. âFuck.â
Yes, keep going. Heâs so close to making you come you squeeze even harder. By now, your whole upper body is burning with unreleased yells and your lower body is suffering just as much. Heâs too good. Way too good for a quiet house.
You canât hold it in. You canât you canât you canât.
âYoongi, pleaseââyour legs start to twinge with want and pending releaseââGonna come, Iââ
Everything snaps as soon as he reaches to grope your ass, tugging you forward to lick a spot that has you vibrating like mad.Â
And your orgasm is so potent that your knees legitimately buckle, your body slipping with no purchase before you catch yourself on the wall. Waves hit you from all directions and you let out one yelp before you feel a moist hand clamp over your lips.
Oh, heâs standing now. Oh, heâs fingering you. Oh fuck, heâs talking you through your orgasm and you canât understand him but your body reacts either way.Â
ââanother one for me.â
Your pulses wreck your body into angles, each one shifting into another as your mouth is still covered. Yoongiâs fingers prove fatal as he leads you into a second paradise, and you cry into his hand as you come into his otherâharder, stronger.Â
âJust like that, doll, fuck.â
Tears stream down your cheeks again as you lift, soaring into the summer skies and leaping over sleeping souls. Itâs too much to keep inside. Too powerful to not let out all at once.Â
ââthis fucking dress.â
You donât know whatâs being said. Nor do you care. Your body is so spent from the vicious tempest and all the energy leaves you at once.Â
âUh uh.â
What.Â
âOne more for me,â Yoongi goads. âAnd youâre gonna watch this time.âÂ
Your chest beats and beats as his fingers pump slow, and your head lolls to the side as you catch sight of your salacious act in the mirror.Â
Immediately, you know exactly why he said that. Watching the way his arms bulge with effort is encouragement enough to stay upright. With each thrust, you can see your dress hitching with your arches, and Yoongi dives into your neck to strike lightning.Â
âBabyââ You feel it. You feel a third wave incoming and its crest seems higher than the rest.Â
âCome for me,â he whispers, his dark bangs peeking from behind your neck in the mirror and his throat stretching out. âAnd donât fucking scream.âÂ
Fuck! Your hand grips your mouth so bad it will leave soreness. But water pulls you under and twists you like a ragdoll. Unlike the other times, this orgasm quivers your legs to the point where Yoongi teases. And he canât stop praising you for being naughty, for letting him in here, for letting him destroy you while everyoneâs here.
âI love it,â you whoosh out into his throat, voice cracked and chipped. âFuck, I love it.âÂ
âI know you do.â Another deep set of laughs. âYouâre a problem.â
Head lolling forward, you slowly slip right into Yoongiâs arms before he helps you stand. âCome on,â he leads, walking you a short distance to your bed before chuckling at your cartoonish collapse.
Some moments pass. One, two, four or five more. Even the room seems to swim a little in your vision when you struggle to open your eyes.Â
Finally, after breathing hard, you can only manage a gravelly, âHoly shit.âÂ
Yoongi laughs soft before wiping your forehead. âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you exhale, chest heaving and heaving. âIâll be good.âÂ
Fingers still wisping across your face, he praises, âSo beautiful.âÂ
You finally calm your pulse before you slide your hand over his cock. âDid you come?âÂ
âNah.âÂ
Looks like you arenât done. âMm,â you whisper, trying your best to prop yourself up. âLie down for me.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
You nod with heavy eyes, and he slowly occupies your bed while you caress him again. So smooth and so tender before squeezing just right.Â
Itâs already almost enough because Yoongi throws his head onto your pillow. âGoddamn.â
When you slip his sweats down, you use willpower alone to consume him again. You will not rest until heâs fully content, too. With this in mind, your cheeks and jaw work overtime.Â
You want this, want this, want this. He gave you the world and then some, you can run on fumes to make him a mess. After all, youâre drunk off the pleasurable cocktail he just concocted with his tongue. This will carry you despite your functioning levels in the trenches.Â
âBabeââ
For a split second, you forget where you are. Your eyelids droop so low and your body twinges with aftershocks as you spit right onto his cock, sliding your lips along his pretty length before you feel him tug your sheets.
âShit.â
Heâs close. He doesnât even have to tell you. You can tell by the way his body reacts and bends and folds, and you quickly decide what that means for you.
Because you could swallow.Â
But you instead make your way to the floor, commanding him before realizing just how authoritative and raspy you sound,Â
âSit up.â
Right as he does, you pump him right above your exposed chest, shocking him so abruptly his low groan shakes your core,
âOh, fuckââ
Hot, thick spurts land all over you, his release your only focus and not the pain in your knees from hitting the floor in round two. As his head rolls back, you watch with heightened pride, loving the way he looks lost in delicious, honeyed ecstasy.
And just like that, both of you are satisfied. Both of you got what you needed and wanted from this⌠hot summer⌠dayâŚ
There was a sound outside your door, further down the hall but fucking close enough.Â
And holy shit his cum is on your tits.
Holy shit holy shit this is the absolute last thing you shouldâve let him do what the fuck what the fuck!Â
If anyone sees you like this you are both finished. Cooked. Banished.
You glance at the door, body locking and hands massive weights at your side.Â
One second.Â
Two seconds.Â
Youâre fully awake now.Â
Four seconds.Â
Nothing else happens. Your ears strain wildly but you donât hear any noises in succession, and you wonder if it was just a snore or something similar.Â
Sighing, you breathe out relief before peering straight up.
And the look you get in return is pure, primal hunger.Â
Yoongiâs never looked like this. Maybe heâs come close that one time before, but this is much different.Â
What is this? His pupils are magnified and his lids are lowered in fire, stoking the heat within you and clutching your cunt with his eyes alone. Youâre so wet that you can come again if he so much as touched you. âBaby?âÂ
Yoongi simply grazes your cheek with his knuckles. âJust want this in my phone so fucking bad.âÂ
Oh. Well, fuck.Â
You blink at his shamelessness. But it makes you so exhilarated and shy that you resort to your defaultâcracking jokes. Of all the things he couldâve mentioned like the sound outside or possibly getting caught and dragged to hell he decides he wants your pictures in his phone. Right.
âHappy you painted me like Picasso?â You laugh before you can even finish, but so does Yoongi as he throws his head back.Â
Immediately, the atmosphere calms. âYou heard that earlier?âÂ
âHeâs an idiot.âÂ
âHe is.â Yoongi helps you up and onto your bed before he asks, âTowels in your bathroom?â
âYeah,â you whisper. âUnder the sink.â
You watch as he goes to fetch them, heart pulsing extra hard at his consideration. When he bustles around in a room you use everyday, itâs surreal to witness. Both unnatural, but so natural at the same time.Â
Heâs careful not to make loud sounds, gently closing your cabinets and coming back with a cloth he ran under water.
A sudden pang hits your chest and you have no clue why.
Is it because youâll never see him in there again? Or is it because of the conversation you just brought up?Â
Maybe both. The convo from earlier today still rings in your ears, everyone hounding Yoongi about the scratches you left on his back. They were old but still very visible. You need to be more mindful of what you can and canât do right now.Â
As Yoongi wipes your shivering chest, you ask something thatâs been weighing on your mind, âDid I get you in even more trouble?âÂ
He just looks at you before finishing his cooling task, raising straps back onto your shoulders. âCourse you did.âÂ
Ah. He didnât seem bothered, but your apology follows him as he goes to pick up the abandoned candy from earlier. âSorry. I didnât think about it at the time.âÂ
âSâok. Hope youâre fine being some chick from outta town, though.âÂ
Your chuckle hurts your throat on the way out. Not from disappointment, but from the very man youâre talking to. âI can deal with that. Is she nasty?âÂ
It takes a bit for him to discard everything. When he comes back, he bends down to answer,Â
âSo fuckinâ nasty.âÂ
You giggle right into his kiss. Fully spent, your arms around his neck pull him in close, and his rough laugh makes your legs even weaker. âCanât believe we just did all that.â
âSame.â
âGuess you like the dress, huh?â
A hand comes up to squeeze your thigh. âDunno. Might have to see it again when the sunâs out.â
âAss.â
âYou get it.â
âWow.âÂ
Yoongi hisses amusement, shifting to lay beside you across your bed. When he does, light from the window hits him just right, and you fall silent at once.
So perfect. So unfair.
âI think this is my favorite,â you admit, not giving him full context. So when he wordlessly asks for it, you reach up and caress his cheek. âWhen you look happy.â
âI am,â he says after a pause. âCus of you.â
You feel starlight in your own eyes. âIâm happy, too.â
For this, Yoongi doesnât need to ask for more context at all.
The lingering fear of being caught is still there, but itâs not as present now. Maybe itâs because youâre both content again, but you donât feel too stressed.Â
Did you want to get caught that whole time? Surely not when things were going down.
But what about now? If someone saw you lost in each othersâ stars, would you care if they plucked you from the sky?Â
Staring into this manâs eyes, you canât bring yourself to say you would.Â
âWhen will I see you again?â you blurt out of nowhere.
At this, Yoongi props his head up with an elbow. âWhen do you want to?â
âTomorrow.â
His chest bobs with his laugh. âIâll make sure to see you before I head out then.âÂ
You nod, eyes shutting when Yoongi goes in for another kiss.Â
Another kiss is how you frame it. Because a final kiss is too painful to think about.Â
Yoongi has to leave. You know he literally cannot stay.
But facts and logic donât make this parting any easier, and your heart breaks when he slips out of your bed.
Itâs too soon. Yes, itâs also way past the time he should be in your room, but itâs too fucking soon.Â
Your chest burns. Sears make fiery ridges along your ribs until they overtake your heart, creeping closer and closer.
Until Yoongi bends to kiss you again, fingers slotting into yours and squeezing some liquid out of your eyes.Â
But his rasp gives you pause, âI did, by the way.â
Blinking, you feel him swipe at oncoming tears when you ask, âYou did what?â
âHave fun.â
Oh. Wait, heâs answering the text you sent? You already forgot about that. Ages ago. âGood,â you say with a slight ghost of a smile. âIt looked like you were having a good time. And I.. Really liked seeing you laugh.â
Yoongi just stares, thoughts and emotions skimming across his eyes. When you reach up to cradle his cheek, they then slip shut, brows dipping as he presses into you further. âYou were the reason,â he admits with no hesitation.
Donât cry more. Not now.
He gives you one more hug, and you cradle his head into your skin. âGood night, baby,â you whisper so softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.Â
When he does the same to yours, you wonder if his reaction was also reminiscent of tiny sparklers on a summer night.Â
âNight, doll.âÂ
The steps he takes all stomp on your heart.Â
But you find solace in the hopeful future. One where you can stand next to him at summer barbecues, or host them with him, or just simply be anywhere with him.Â
But mostly, youâre yearning for a future where you donât have to keep watching him leave through a door.Â
But come back through one.
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