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⤷ ゛SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ in which... after losing first place to her biggest rival at the monaco grand prix, megan’s frustration follows her off the track — and straight into your hands.
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monaco was the race everyone had been talking about for weeks, and for good reason. ferrari was only five points behind mclaren in the constructors standings, and every interview, every press conference, every article online kept bringing it up like it was the only thing that mattered this season. 150 points for ferrari. 155 for mclaren. close enough to fix in one weekend if everything went right, but also close enough to get worse with one mistake. and megan hated losing more than anything. especially to daniela avanzini. she was already irritated before the weekend even started because daniela had spent the entire week acting like she had already secured the championship after winning the last race. every clip online was her talking too loud into microphones, grinning at cameras, throwing around comments that sounded harmless until you listened carefully. megan had heard all of it. everyone had.
the after party from the last race still replayed in your head because megan had been furious the entire night. she barely even wanted to go, but ferrari’s sponsors expected appearances and the team manager practically forced her into it. the place was crowded, full of flashing lights and people pretending they weren’t paying attention to the drivers while secretly watching every interaction. you stayed close to megan most of the night because she was already irritated enough to snap at somebody. every few minutes somebody came up to congratulate daniela on her win, and every single time megan’s jaw tightened harder. you could tell she was trying to ignore it, but she was terrible at hiding when something got under her skin.
then daniela walked over.
megan noticed her immediately and rolled her eyes so hard you genuinely thought it had to hurt. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath while setting her glass down harder than necessary against the table beside her. daniela was already laughing before she even reached your side of the room, loud enough to make people look over. she always acted like she owned every space she walked into. the cameras around the party immediately shifted toward them because reporters loved catching moments between rival drivers, especially when both of them were fighting for the championship lead. megan knew it too. you could see it in the way her shoulders straightened slightly, forcing herself to stay calm even though she already looked seconds away from saying something that would end up all over social media by morning.
“it’s alright meiyok, you’ll win next time,” daniela said with a smug smile, aggressively patting megan’s shoulder like they were friends instead of two people who could barely stand each other.
megan’s expression froze for half a second before she forced a smile that looked nowhere near real. she shoved daniela’s hand off her shoulder without caring how obvious it looked. “oh, i will,” she said flatly.
daniela just smirked wider like she enjoyed getting a reaction out of her. that was the problem with her. she always acted like everything was a game. every comment sounded rehearsed to annoy people on purpose. and megan absolutely hated when someone got inside her head. the cameras were still pointed at them, waiting for more, but megan grabbed her drink again and looked away first before things could turn into headlines. you could still tell she was angry though. her fingers were gripping the glass so tightly you thought it might crack. daniela eventually walked off laughing with her team behind her, completely satisfied with herself, while megan stared after her with a look that made it very clear she had been thinking about this race ever since that night ended.
—
the hotel room was quiet except for the sound of megan pacing across the carpet for what had to be the hundredth time that night. back and forth. back and forth. every few seconds she dragged a hand through her hair before starting the same route again from the window to the door and back. you had been watching her for nearly twenty minutes now, and honestly it was starting to make your head hurt. the room lights were dim, the city outside was finally settling down, and you were exhausted after an entire day spent around the city. meanwhile megan looked more awake than she had all week. nervous energy practically followed her around the room.
you groaned softly into the pillow before lifting your head enough to look at her again. “mei, come back to bed,” you whined tiredly.
she barely even looked at you. “i can’t sleep, y/n. all i’m thinking about is the race.”
you sighed dramatically before throwing the blanket off yourself and sliding out of bed. the cold floor immediately made you regret moving, but if you let her keep pacing all night she genuinely was not going to sleep at all. you walked around the bed toward her just as she turned again, and before she could continue another lap across the room, you grabbed her wrist and pushed her down onto the ottoman near the end of the bed. she looked up at you with a confused expression but didn’t fight it. honestly she looked too mentally exhausted to argue.
you climbed behind her and rested your hands on her shoulders immediately, feeling how tense they were under your fingers. “you’re impossible,” you muttered quietly before starting to massage the tight muscles there.
megan let out a slow breath almost instantly. her head tipped forward slightly while your thumbs pressed against the knots in her shoulders, and you smiled a little when you felt her finally start relaxing for the first time all night. she reached back blindly until one of her hands rested against your thigh, holding onto you loosely.
“you’re gonna do amazing tomorrow, baby,” you said softly. “you’ll win and you’ll beat daniela.”
immediately her shoulders tensed again under your hands.
you stopped for a second before rolling your eyes. “oh my god,” you groaned, pulling your hands away from her completely. “seriously?”
megan leaned back against the ottoman with an annoyed sigh. “you don’t understand—”
“no, megan, you don’t understand,” you interrupted while flopping dramatically back onto the bed. “can we please go to sleep? you need sleep if you want to win tomorrow.”
she turned toward you immediately, already looking defensive. “but you don’t get it. i have to beat her tomorrow. if mclaren gets another win—”
“i know.”
“and ferrari’s only five points behind and if i mess this up—”
“mei.”
“and she’s been acting like she already won the championship because of one race—”
you stared at the ceiling while she continued rambling, her voice filling the room nonstop. once megan started spiraling there was genuinely no stopping her. at one point she stood back up just to continue pacing while talking with her hands like she was explaining race strategy to the entire f1 community instead of ranting to you at one in the morning.
eventually you rolled over onto your side and watched her with half lidded eyes while she kept going. despite how irritated you were, there was something almost stupidly endearing about how much she cared. racing consumed every part of her life whether she wanted it to or not. every loss stayed in her head for weeks. every win only made her want another one more. and right now daniela was sitting in first place in both the championship and megan’s mind, which was probably the real issue.
“mei,” you interrupted finally.
she stopped mid sentence. “what?”
“come here.”
“y/n-”
“come here.”
she stared at you for a second before finally walking back over to the bed with a reluctant sigh. the mattress dipped when she laid beside you, and before she could start talking again, you grabbed her face with both hands.
“you are going to drive tomorrow,” you said slowly. “and you are going to do what you always do. and after that, whatever happens happens. but if you stay awake all night freaking out, you’re gonna be exhausted before the race even starts.”
megan stayed quiet for once, her eyes fixed on yours while you spoke.
“also,” you added, pulling the blanket back over both of you, “if i hear the name daniela one more time tonight, i might actually lose my mind.”
that finally made her laugh quietly for the first time all evening. she pulled you closer against her side and buried her face into your neck with a tired groan. “sorry.”
“mhm.”
a few seconds passed quietly before she spoke again, voice muffled against your skin. “but seriously if she wins again-”
“megan.”
—
the long awaited day had finally arrived.
monaco was louder than usual from the second the race started. people crowded every balcony, every yacht, every possible spot overlooking the track. ferrari flags waved through the air while commentators shouted over each other somewhere in the distance, their voices muffled by the noise of the race itself.
you stood on the balcony overlooking the circuit, your body leaning so far over the railing it would’ve probably scared anyone else watching you. your fingers curled around the edge tightly while your teeth nervously bit at your thumbnail. your eyes followed the red blur of megan’s ferrari every single lap as it shot through the streets below at a speed that honestly made you feel sick if you thought about it too hard.
she was doing good.
really good.
just not good enough.
every lap daniela stayed barely ahead of her in that stupid bright orange mclaren, and it was driving both you and megan insane. the gap between them kept changing by fractions of a second, sometimes megan gaining, sometimes losing it again around the tighter sections of the track. monaco was brutal for overtaking. one tiny mistake and the entire race could end instantly. every time megan pushed harder through a corner, your stomach tightened painfully.
you barely even noticed yourself holding your breath anymore whenever she disappeared into the tunnel.
“come on mei,” you whispered under your breath without realizing it.
the laps were running out too quickly now.
—
megan’s hands tightened around the steering wheel as she pushed through another corner, eyes fixed ahead while the engineer’s voice crackled through her radio. her helmet felt suffocating now. sweat stuck uncomfortably against the back of her neck underneath the fireproof layers, but she ignored all of it. there were only a few laps left.
she had this.
she knew she did.
then suddenly she saw orange.
“what the fuck—”
the mclaren shot past her on the inside during the turn before she could fully block it. one second she was leading, the next she was staring at the back of daniela’s car disappearing ahead of her.
“fuck!” megan slammed her fist harshly against the steering wheel before immediately dropping her foot harder onto the throttle.
the engine screamed louder underneath her as the ferrari accelerated aggressively down the next section of the circuit. her jaw clenched painfully while she tried to close the gap again. the walls beside her looked like flashes of color now. she barely even registered the crowd anymore.
five laps left.
she stayed close behind daniela, searching desperately for any opening, but monaco gave you almost nothing. every corner felt tighter now. every failed attempt made her more frustrated.
four laps.
“push now, megan” her engineer said through the radio.
“i know,” she snapped back immediately.
three laps.
she was still there. still stuck behind that orange car. daniela defended every corner aggressively, leaving absolutely no room for an overtake. megan could practically feel her heartbeat pounding through her entire body at this point. anger sat heavily in her chest, getting worse every lap she stayed behind her.
she had to beat daniela.
she had to.
two laps.
then slowly, horribly, the realization started settling in.
unless daniela made a mistake, this race was over.
megan’s expression hardened instantly behind the visor of her helmet. the frustration sitting in her stomach spread everywhere now, hot and ugly and impossible to ignore. she kept pushing anyway, taking corners aggressively enough to make the car twitch underneath her, but nothing changed. daniela stayed ahead.
final lap.
the checkered flag waved as the mclaren crossed first.
then megan crossed second.
silence filled her radio for half a second before the congratulations started coming from ferrari, but she barely heard any of it. her hands stayed locked tightly around the wheel while she slowed the car down during the cooldown lap. her face was stuck in a permanent scowl, anger practically radiating off her even with the helmet hiding most of it.
second place.
again.
daniela had won again.
megan ripped one hand off the steering wheel long enough to aggressively tug at her helmet strap, jaw tight enough to hurt. she didn’t even look toward the giant screens showing the results because she already knew exactly what they said.
mclaren gained more points.
daniela stayed ahead.
and megan was absolutely furious.
—
megan shoved the car door open so hard it nearly bounced back toward her before she climbed out of the ferrari. the second her feet hit the ground the noise started immediately.
“megan, over here!”
“how are you feeling after the result today?”
“do you think ferrari made a strategy mistake?”
camera flashes practically blinded her from every direction while reporters crowded closer and closer around her. microphones were pushed toward her face before she had even fully taken her helmet off. people kept talking over each other trying to get a reaction out of her, hoping she’d finally snap on camera after losing another race to daniela.
she was close to it.
her jaw clenched tightly while she ignored every single question thrown at her. she could still hear the sound of that mclaren pulling ahead replaying over and over in her head. the reporters kept following her anyway, cameras practically in her face now, until megan abruptly turned around and yanked her car door back open again.
then slammed it shut hard enough to make several people jump.
without another word she got back into the car and sped off before anyone could stop her.
you already knew where she was going.
the second you saw the ferrari disappear away from the main paddock area, you turned and hurried off the balcony yourself. your heartbeat picked up while you rushed through the quieter hallways and stairs leading toward the empty practice section farther away from the crowds. megan always disappeared there whenever she was overwhelmed. away from cameras. away from reporters. away from everyone.
when you finally got there, the place was silent except for the sound of the ferrari engine shutting off.
megan slammed her fist down against the steering wheel once.
then again.
and again.
the sound echoed through the empty track.
you slowed slightly as you watched her shove the car door open and climb out aggressively before slamming it shut behind her hard enough to shake the entire car. she stood there breathing heavily, chest rising and falling quickly while both hands dragged through her hair in frustration. her helmet was gone now, leaving her hair messy and damp from sweat. she looked furious. genuinely furious. the kind of anger she usually tried to hide from everyone else.
you swallowed nervously before hurrying toward her.
“megan!” you called out quickly. “you did so good at least you—”
the rest of your sentence disappeared completely when she grabbed your face and kissed you hard.
your eyes widened immediately from the force of it, but within seconds you relaxed into her. megan kissed like she was trying to get every ounce of frustration out of her system at once. messy. rough. impatient. she pushed you backwards until the back of your legs hit the hood of the ferrari, and you barely had time to react before she pressed herself between your knees.
your arms wrapped around her neck automatically while her hands gripped your waist tightly enough to almost hurt.
her breathing was still uneven against your mouth.
when her tongue brushed against your bottom lip asking for access, you opened your mouth instinctively. her hand squeezed your waist harder the second you did, pulling you closer against her. every movement still carried the anger from the race. you could feel it in the way she kissed you, all sharp frustration and leftover adrenaline that she didn’t know what to do with yet.
one of your hands slid into her hair gently, trying to calm her down at least a little, but megan only kissed you deeper in response.
she pulled back just far enough to breathe, her forehead pressed against yours. her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, chest still heaving from the drive over.
"don't," she said, her voice rough and low. "don't tell me i did good. don't fucking patronize me."
you opened your mouth to argue, but she was already kissing you again, harder this time. her hands slid down from your waist to grip your thighs, yanking you closer to the edge of the hood. the metal was cool against the back of your bare legs where your shorts had ridden up.
"get in the car," she muttered against your mouth. "back seat. now."
she didn't wait for an answer. she grabbed your wrist and pulled you off the hood, dragging you to the rear door of the ferrari. she yanked it open and pushed you inside, and you scrambled across the leather seat on your hands and knees, the door slamming shut behind her.
megan was already on top of you before you could turn around. her hands found the button of your jean shorts, popping it open with one rough motion. she pulled at the zipper, yanked the shorts down your hips, and you lifted yourself to help her get them off. they landed somewhere on the floor of the car.
she didn't bother with your shoes or socks. her hands went straight to your thighs, pushing them apart, and she lowered her mouth to the inside of your left knee. a slow, open mouthed kiss that turned into a scrape of teeth. then another kiss, higher. then another, higher still, trailing up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh while her fingers dug into the opposite leg to keep you spread open.
you could feel how wet you were getting. the cool air hit your cunt and made you shiver, but megan's mouth was hot as she worked her way up. she bit down gently on the crease where your thigh met your hip, and you gasped, your hand flying to the back of her head.
"megan-"
she ignored you. her mouth moved higher, dragging across your stomach, leaving a wet trail that cooled almost instantly in the conditioned air of the car. she pushed your shirt up as she went, exposing your skin inch by inch. when she reached your ribs, she stopped, hooked her fingers into the hem of the shirt, and pulled it over your head in one swift motion. your bra went next, the clasp coming undone with practiced ease, and then her mouth was on your neck.
she sucked hard at the side of your neck, not gentle, not tender. marking. claiming. her tongue soothed the sting for half a second before her teeth found the spot again, and you moaned, arching into her. she moved lower, her mouth closing around your nipple, and the sharp pull of her suction made you cry out. she did it again, harder, while her thumb found your other nipple and rolled it roughly between her fingers.
"fuck," you breathed, your head falling back against the window.
she switched sides, giving the other breast the same rough treatment, and you could feel the vibration of her growl against your skin. she was still angry. you could taste it in every bite, feel it in every pull of her mouth. this wasn't about making love. this was about fucking the frustration out of her system, and you were more than willing to let her.
she pulled back and looked at you. her lips were wet, her hair a mess, her eyes dark and hungry. she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside.
"lie back," she said.
you did.
she settled between your thighs, her hands gripping the inside of your knees and pushing them wide, spreading you open for her. the car was silent except for both of you breathing hard. the smell of leather and sweat and arousal filled the inside.
megan looked at your cunt like she was studying a racing line. her thumb found your clit and pressed down, not rubbing, just pressing, and the pressure made your hips twitch.
"look at you," she said, her voice low and rough. "already this wet for me. is this what you wanted? watching me lose out there?"
"i just wanted to-"
"shut up." but her voice wasn't cruel. it was desperate, hungry. she dragged her thumb through your wetness, collecting it, and brought it to her mouth. her eyes never left yours as she tasted you. "fuck."
then her mouth was on you.
she went straight for your clit, no teasing, no working up to it. her tongue was flat and firm, dragging from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one long, wet stroke, and your whole body jerked. she groaned against you, the vibration sending a shock straight through your core, and she did it again. slower this time.
her fingers found your entrance, pushed inside without warning. two of them, thick and insistent, curling immediately to find that spot inside you that made your vision go white. she fucked you with them while her mouth worked your clit, alternating between broad strokes of her tongue and sharp, focused suction.
"that's it," she muttered against you, the words muffled but clear enough. "let me hear you. i want to fucking hear you."
you were already a mess. your hands found her hair, gripping tight, pulling, and she groaned again, the sound vibrating against your clit. she sped up, her fingers pumping into you harder, her tongue circling your clit in tight, fast movements.
"come on," she said, pulling back just long enough to breathe. her chin was slick, her lips shining. "cum on my fucking mouth. now."
the command pushed you over. your orgasm hit hard, a sharp, sudden wave that tore a cry from your throat. your back arched off the leather seat, your legs clamping around her head, and she didn't stop. she kept licking, kept sucking, drawing it out until you were shaking and whimpering and pushing weakly at her head.
she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. her eyes were still dark, still hungry. she climbed over you, her body pressing yours into the seat, and you felt how hard her cock was through her racing suit.
"need you," she said, and it came out angry. desperate. "i fucking need you right now."
"you have me," you said.
she sat up just long enough to rip at the zipper of her suit. the suit peeled away from her shoulders, then her chest, then down to her waist. her cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and she took herself in her hand, stroking once, twice, spreading the precum over the head.
she positioned herself at your entrance, the head of her cock pressing against your slick folds, and she looked at you. her jaw was tight.
"this is gonna be rough," she said. "i'm not gonna be gentle."
"good," you said. "i don't want gentle."
she pushed in.
she buried herself inside you in one sharp, brutal thrust, and you both groaned. she filled you completely, the angle of the back seat forcing your hips up to meet hers, and she didn't give you time to adjust. she pulled out and slammed back in, harder, her hips slapping against yours.
"yes," you hissed, your nails digging into her shoulders. "fuck, yes."
she fucked you like she was chasing something. each thrust was punishing, driven, her breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck. she grabbed your hips and angled them higher, changing the depth, and the new angle made you cry out. she was hitting deeper now, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl.
"whose pussy is this?" she demanded, her voice strained.
"yours," you gasped. "fuck, megan, yours."
"say it again."
"yours. all fucking yours."
she growled and bit down on your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but close. her pace increased, sloppy and desperate now, the wet sounds of her fucking you filling the car along with both of your moans.
she reached between your bodies and found your clit again, rubbing hard, fast circles that matched the rhythm of her thrusts. you were close again. you could feel it building, hot and tight in your stomach.
"i'm gonna- megan, i'm gonna cum-"
"yeah," she breathed. "cum on my cock. come on, baby, let me feel it."
she drove into you harder, faster, her fingers relentless on your clit, and the coil snapped. your orgasm crashed through you, violent and overwhelming, your cunt clenching around her cock, and she kept fucking you through it. the overstimulation made you sob, but she didn't stop.
"one more," she said. "one more for me. i'm right there."
she was close. you could feel it in the way her thrusts lost their rhythm, in the way her breath hitched. you reached down and pressed your own fingers against her mouth, and she sucked them in without hesitation, eyes locked on yours.
"cum inside me," you said. "i want to feel it."
that was all it took.
she buried herself deep, her hips stuttering, and she came with a sound that was half groan, half sob. you felt her cock pulse inside you, felt the warmth of her release filling you, and she collapsed against you, her face buried in your neck, her body shaking.
the silence that followed was heavy. full. her weight pressed you into the leather seat, and you wrapped your arms around her, your fingers combing gently through her damp hair.
her breathing slowly steadied. her grip on your waist loosened, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.
"i'm sorry," she said finally, her voice muffled against your neck. "i just…i needed…"
"i know," you said softly. "you don't have to apologize."
she lifted her head and looked at you. her eyes were red rimmed, the anger finally gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.
"i hate losing to her," she said.
"i know."
she kissed you, soft this time. gentle. a promise instead of a punishment. when she pulled back, she let out a breath that was almost a laugh.
"everyone’s gonna talk," she said. "they all saw me speed off."
"let them talk."
she smiled, small and tired, and pressed her forehead to yours. the night air seeped through the cracked window, cooling your sweat slick skin, and for a moment, nothing else existed except the two of you tangled together in the back seat of a ferrari.
Manon misses her ex and is determined to win her back. But first, she must know how her ex is feeling. This is when she decides to hire her younger friend Megan to do some spy work and scope out if there's still a chance. What begins as harmless plan soon backfires, unravelling into uncovered emotions, shifting loyalties and new relationships.
I find it funny how much i project my personal interests into my smau n other fics, like manon got no business listening to jeff buckley in 287438 diff fics
litch had to hold myself back from going LECLERC LECLERC in new rendezvous chap
Manon misses her ex and is determined to win her back. But first, she must know how her ex is feeling. This is when she decides to hire her younger friend Megan to do some spy work and scope out if there's still a chance. What begins as harmless plan soon backfires, unravelling into uncovered emotions, shifting loyalties and new relationships.
orion (wc: 2.3k)
Megan was already outside the lecture hall when Y/n finally stepped out, the late afternoon light stretching long shadows across the pavement. Students drifted past in small clusters, that end-of-day exhaustion settling over everything.
Megan, however, looked like she’d been running on something entirely different. She leaned against the railing, one foot tapping the ground with too much energy, scanning the crowd until she finallyyy spotted the girl she was looking for. The moment Y/n came into view, Megan straightened up her posture a grin already forming.
“Took you long enough,” she called.
“Some of us actually stay for the full lecture.”
“Couldn’t be me.”
“That is… concerning.”
Megan just shrugged, pushing herself off the railing. “You ready?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Y/n asked. “All you said was dress comfy, you still haven’t told me where we’re going.”
Megan’s smile turned slightly more mischievous. “That’s the point.”
“That’s the problem.”
“Trust me.”
Y/n gave her a long, unimpressed look. “…that’s a bold request.”
Megan winced. “Okay, fair. But this is different.”
“That’s exactly what people say before something bad is about to happen.”
Megan laughed and nudged her shoulder as she walked past. “Come on now trustyou’ll like it.”
Y/n sighed, but followed the pink haired girl anyway.
By the time they reached the bus stop, the sky had softened into the early evening, with streaks of gold fading into pink and blue. Streetlights flickered on, casting warm pools of light onto the pavement.
Y/n glanced around. “…this is it? How riveting.”
“This is transportation.” Megan corrected smiling to herself just as the bus pulled up.
Inside, it was quiet with just the low rumble of the engine and the occasional creak of movement. They slipped into some seats near the back.
For a moment, neither of them spoke but then Megan pulled out a pair of tangled wired headphones. Y/n hesitated briefly before taking it, their fingers brushing lightly. Megan plugged the other into her own ear and hit play.
Music filled the space between them, it was some soft and quiet love song but just loud enough to share.
“…okayyyy~” Y/n admitted after a moment. “This isn’t terrible.”
“Wow you truly flatter me.”
They sat like that, shoulders occasionally brushing with the motion of the bus, neither of them moving away.
Megan nudged her lightly at one point. “I really love this part, listen listen!”
“I am listening.”
“Properly.”
Y/n huffed a quiet laugh. “You’re annoying.”
“Yet you’re still leaning on me.”
“…unfortunately.”
Megan smiled, causing her whisker dimples to pop through. When they stepped off the bus, the air was a cool refresher on their faces. The distant sound of engines reached them before the building came into view. Y/n looked up to bright lights and a glowing sign withwide eyes.
“Oh. My. God…you’re joe king.”
Megan turned, clearly pleased. “Nope.”
“Go-karting?”
“Indoor go-karting.”
Y/n let out a small laugh. “You brought me here to race you.”
“Obviously.”
“I’ve played mario kart thank you very much, I’m gonna win this,” Y/n said.
Megan gasped. “Should I prepare for you to throw shit at me?”
“Only if you start winning.”
“Too late, I’m already winning.”
Y/n shook her head, smiling as she followed her inside toward the track which buzzed with energy of engines growling, tyres screeching faintly against the smooth surface, neon lights reflecting off polished barriers.
“I’m not holding back,” Megan said.
“Good, I’d hate for you to have an excuse.”
Megan smirked. “You’re full of yourself.”
“I’m right.”
Their helmets were on. They were seated inside their respective karts. The worker rambled on about safety protocols: keep your hands inside the kart, go slower on your first lap to get a feel for the track so on so on. The lights went green. Megan launched forward immediately with no regard for previous statements about speed, her kart jerking into motion with a sharp whine.
Y/n followed a split second later, gripping the wheel tighter as the track curved ahead. They were both competitive. Megan took one of the corners too fast, het tyres skimming the edge of grip. The glow of barriers flashing past. That gave Y/n the opportunity to catch up, pulling alongside her for a brief second.
“MOVE-” Megan shouted over the noise as she passed.
“NO-” Y/n shot back, laughing, before focusing forward again.
Another corner. Another push of speed. Megan slipped ahead again, just barely. Then Y/n took a tighter line around the turn and passed her.
“HEY!” Megan’s voice rang out as Y/n sped ahead.
The gap didn’t last long. They were close again, side-by-side with wheels nearly aligned. But they couldn’t stay in this position as the track was beginning to narrow. The next corner came faster than expected.
Y/n turned. Too sharp. The back end of the kart slipped out, tyres losing grip with a sudden screech. The world tilted for a split second. And then-
thud.
The kart spun, bumping into the barrier with a jolt that knocked the breath from her chest.
“OH MY-” Megan’s kart slowed sharply beside her. “You good?” she called, voice raised but edged with something more just teasing now.
Y/n let out a breath, half-laughing despite herself. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine.”
Her kart sat at an awkward angle, nose pressed against the barrier. Megan hovered beside her, one hand still on the wheel, clearly torn between staying and… still wanting to win.
“…that was tragic.” Megan said after a second.
Y/n turned her head. “Oh, shut up.”
“You had one job.”
“I lost traction!”
“You lost control.”
Y/n snorted. “Says the person who almost spun out too earlier.”
“That was tactical.”
“That was embarrassing.”
Megan grinned. “Yours was worse.”
“Get lost.”
“Can’t.” Megan gestured vaguely. “Gotta race.”
A marshal jogged over, grabbing the back of the kart and straightening it out.
Megan leaned slightly toward her. “Try not to spin out again. It’s bad for your reputation.”
“I don’t have a reputation.”
“Oh you definitely don’t now.”
“Go before I turn this into bumper cars and push you into the barrier.”
Megan smirked. “You’d have to catch me first.” Then, with a quick rev, she sped off again.
By the time the race ended, they were both breathless, hair messy, cheeks flushed from adrenaline and laughter.
Megan pulled off her helmet, already looking at Y/n. “We need to rematch someday. There is nooo way you won. I refuse to believe-”
“Get used to it, I’ll smoke your ass next time too.”
The air outside the karting place felt cooler than before, the kind of crisp night air that made everything feel a little quieter, a little more tranquil. The buzz of engines faded behind them as Megan pushed the door open, holding it just long enough for Y/n to step through.
“Welllll~” Megan said, stretching her arms slightly, “I guess you didn’t completely embarrass yourself.”
Y/n glanced at her. “I won.”
“Debatable.”
“Scoreboard.”
“Rematch pending.”
Y/n huffed a laugh, shaking her head as they stepped out onto the pavement. The streets were lit in warm amber tones now, shop signs glowing, the occasional car passing by with a low hum. They started walking without really discussing it.
After a few steps, Megan glanced over. “Bus?”
Y/n made a face. “Or…”
Megan raised an eyebrow. “Or?”
“We can walk,” Y/n said. “there are a bunch of food stalls on the way back.”
Megan didn’t even hesitate. “Oh, absolutely we’re walking.”
“Thought so.”
“Best idea you’ve had all day.”
The streets were livelier a few blocks down, the glow of food stalls spilling out onto the pavement. Strings of lights hung overhead, casting a soft golden haze over everything. The air smelled like spices and grilled meat making both of them realise just how hungry they were.
Megan slowed, eyes scanning everything at once. “I’m starving.”
“Same,” Y/n admitted. “That race took more out of me than I expected.”
“Yeah, because you were busy spinning out.”
“Oh my..”
Megan grinned. “Too soon?”
“Mhmm.”
They drifted between stalls, reading menus, pointing things out, half-arguing over what looked best.
Then Megan stopped abruptly. “Burritos.”
Y/n followed her gaze. “…burritos.”
A few minutes later, they walked away with foil-wrapped burritos in hand, almost too hot to hold properly.
“Careful.” Megan said, watching Y/n immediately try to take a bite.
“I’m fine.” Y/n winced. “Okay ah it’s hot.”
“I warned you it was hot.”
“You didn’t.”
“I implied it.”
“You absolutely did not imply anything.”
Megan laughed, adjusting her grip on her own. “Skill issue.”
Y/n rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she took a more cautious bite this time.
“Worth it, it tastes so goodddd.” she admitted.
“Obviously, top-tier food decision.”
They walked slower now, eating as they went, the warmth of the food cutting through the cool night air. The street noise faded the further they got from the stalls, replaced by quieter roads and softer lighting.
By the time they reached a small park along the way home, the city had settled into a calmer rhythm. The distant sounds of traffic were faint now, barely noticeable under the rustle of leaves and the occasional breeze.
Megan slowed slightly.
“Wait.” she said.
Y/n glanced at her. “What?”
Megan nodded toward a bench just inside the park. “Let’s just sit for a bit.”
The bench was cool beneath them, the metal faintly cold through their clothes. The park was mostly empty, shadows stretching between trees, the night wrapping around everything in a quiet calm.
Above them, the sky opened up. Clear. More stars than usual.
Y/n leaned back slightly, tilting her head up. “…you can actually see them tonight.”
Megan followed her gaze, something soft settling in her expression. “Yeah.”
There was a small pause.
“It’s kind of sad, though,” Megan added quietly. “You barely see the stars anymore. Too much light pollution everywhere.”
They sat in silence for a moment, finishing the last of their food, foil crinkling softly in their hands.
Then Megan nudged her lightly. “Okay wait. I know this one.”
Y/n glanced over. “You know constellations?”
“I know some constellations.”
“Go on then.”
Megan pointed up, leaning a little closer. “That, there. That’s Orion. See the three stars in a line? That’s the belt.”
Y/n squinted slightly. “I think I see it.”
“You think?”
“I’m trying.”
Megan laughed quietly. “Okay, and then over there.” she shifted again, closer now so Y/n’s eyes could follow where she was pointing. “that’s… wait…”
She paused.
“…I had this a second ago. Ugh it was just in my mind I forgot the name!”
Y/n smiled. “Professional.”
“Shh, I’m thinking.”
Their shoulders brushed. Neither of them moved away. Y/n glanced at the girl next to her instead of the sky. Megan was still looking up but not quite focused anymore. She could feel the gaze on her.
“Yeah, so that one is… um…”
Her voice trailed. Y/n’s gaze dropped to Megan’s eyes. The stars reflected faintly in them so beautifully, catching the light in a way that made it look like the whole universe was right there in her iris. Megan turned slightly and suddenly they were too close.
“…that’s… uh…” Megan tried again, but the words didn’t quite come together. “The… that one is… definitely a… star.”
Y/n let out a quiet laugh.
Megan huffed one back, a little breathless. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking something.”
“Maybe.”
They were both smiling now. Slowly, without really noticing, they leaned even closer until Y/n rested her head lightly against Megan’s shoulder. Megan stiffened for a moment… then relaxed, tilting her head gently to lay it on top too.
Megan tried again, softer now. “So… that one is… um…” She swallowed slightly. “…I don’t actually know what that one is.”
Y/n smiled against her shoulder.
“I figured.”
“Hey!”
Megan turned her head and that was it. Too close. Their faces angled toward each other, noses nearly brushing.
Y/n’s gaze flickered down to Megan’s lips then back up. Megan noticed. Of course she did. Her breath caught.
“…so basically the…” Megan started again, voice barely a whisper now, words completely falling apart. “Like… stars… and… sky… and-”
Y/n laughed softly. Megan smiled too.
They kissed. Just a soft, quick press of lips. A peck. But it lingered in a way that made it feel like it lasted much longer than it actually did.
When they pulled away, they were both smiling. Then giggling. Y/n ducked her head immediately, hiding her face in the crook of Megan’s neck, her shoulders shaking with quiet giggles.
“Don’t,” she mumbled.
“I didn’t even say anything,” Megan replied, though she was smiling just as much.
Y/n just shook her head, staying close. After a moment, Megan reached for her hand. Her fingers were longer, cooler, larger but gentle. They laced their hands together easily, staying like that for a while letting the quiet of nature settle comfortably around them.
Eventually, Megan squeezed her hand lightly.
“…come on,” she said softly. “We should get going.”
Y/n didn’t move at first.
“It’s late,” Megan added, glancing around. “Probably not the safest to stay out here forever.”
Y/n lifted her head, still holding her hand. Megan stood first, tugging her up gently. Then, with a small grin returning, she added:
“Let’s go before we get eaten by a vampire or something.”
Y/n laughed, falling into step beside her. “That’s your concern?”
“Absolutely.”
“Not actual people?”
“Vampires are more interesting.”
“Of course they are.”
Megan bumped her shoulder lightly as they walked, still holding her hand. “Stay close, they might bite you.”
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A/n: We had this karting idea for a while and what a coincidence how well it managed to line up with the f1 manon tommy shoot and the miami gp
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1. Brewster 2. Malibu 3. Groove therapy 4. Indeed 5. Dog daze 6. Big bet 7. Its you