#blazer lando

[artemispt]

[oscarpiastriwdc]

[yuyurui]

giggling at the twitchcon photos THEY LOOK LIKE THEYRE HAVING SM FUN

[ham1lton]

NOT A CHILL GIRL.

pairings: lewis hamilton x chronically online fiancée!yn

faceclaim: jordana brewster

summary: chronically online, funniest on the grid, and the proud owner of a face card that never declines—at least, according to yourself. your fiancé might raise an eyebrow at the first claim, the world might debate the second, but no one’s arguing with the third.

warnings: just jokes. don’t take any of this seriously.

author’s note: hope u enjoy bunny anon! :D

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ham1ltonshaderoom: celebrity stylist, and fiancée of f1 legend lewis hamilton, yn yln took to instagram stories to share some concerning posts. what do we think about these captions, ham1ltons?

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yourinstagram MAMA I MADE IT

— user1 yn you have dressed some of the top celebrities and this is what you’re excited over??

— user2 forget that. she’s fucking LEWIS HAMILTON!!! and this is what she’s excited over???

user3 this is a v tame post for yn LMFAO

— user4 like she’s posted worse 😭

user5 she’s so unserious i’m obsessed

— user6 my fav wag

user7 i love the fact she’s dressing zendaya, showing up to her hot fiancé’s races and still finds time to shitpost

— user8 she’s so me

user9 she should be embarrassed. she’s grown

— user10 she will never see this btw

user11 i need to know lewis’ thoughts on these posts

user12 she’s the moment. i want to be her so bad.

— user13 successful in her own right AND secured the bag. #needtoBEthat

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INSTAGRAM LIVE

yn i’m using lewis’ ninja creami to make slushies and sydney isn’t picking up her phone because she’s on set. so entertain me, my little gladiators.

user1 what flavour slushie are you making and why is it pure tequila

yn no. it’s a margarita mix. mostly anyways. all about balance babes.

user2 worst red carpet outfit request you’ve ever gotten?

yn girl some actor asked me to dress him up in head to toe camo… i wanted to be sick.

user3 yn, when’s the wedding? lewis is literally ready to propose again.

yn not until jungkook confirms he’s off the market. i need to know i’m not leaving options on the table.

user4 did you see lando’s post underneath your birthday post to lewis.

yn i did and i’m angry. how dare he be funnier than me on my own shitpost.

user5 who’s better at gift-giving, you or lewis?

yn me. obviously. lewis once got me a pen because “it looked sleek.” it was a nice pen, but still a pen.

user6 yn, if you could style anyone in history, who would it be?

yn harry styles but in 2012. imagine the chaos if he let me near those blazers.

user7 how did you guys meet?

yn via a mutual friend at a party. i thought his choice of shoes was disastrous and he thought i was funny. so obviously i went home with him that night. then i fell in love or whatever.

user8 you are literally the blueprint for chaotic but lovable. never change.

yn never will, little gladiator. never will.

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lewishamilton: sunday best, thank you theststyle

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yourinstagram why won’t this damn app swipe RIGHT?!?!?

— lewishamilton wrong app sweetheart

— yourinstagram oh shit 😓 can you show me how to download the right one? ever since ashley madison shut down and farmersonly.com banned me for “unsolicited flirting,” it’s been tough out here.

— lewishamilton maybe try clownsonly.com—heard they’re taking new members.

— yourinstagram wow. this from the guy who once googled “how to impress a bad bitch” and got caught.

— lewishamilton a bad bitch was impressed, wasn’t she? checkmate.

— yourinstagram yeah, well, don’t get used to it. also, happy valentine’s, loser. 💖

— lewishamilton happy valentine’s, clown. ❤️

— user1 y’all are some weirdos 😭🩷

user2 YN GIVE HIM TO MEEEEEE

user3 #NEEDTHAT

— yourinstagram #TOOBAD

— user3 YN PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

user4 need this relationship NOW

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[sweeterlovers]

DOWNTOWN GIRL / LANDO NORRIS

lando norris x downtown girl gf / SMAU FIC

FACE CLAIM / none!

WARNINGS / fluff!

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yourusername fall is starting 🍂☕️🍁🤍

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user2 fall it girl!

user3 the sweater looks so cozy!

user8 it’s a need!

yourusername guys i actually knitted it myself!!!!!!!!

user07 queen stuff!

user99 make me one queen!

user074 have you made lando a sweater yet?

yourusername i’m in the process! now carlos, oscar, and max want sweaters too 🤦🏼‍♀️

user43 looking pretty 😍

landonorris oh hello there 😏😏

yourusername please stop

landonorris never

yourusername @mclaren please take away his phone

mclaren on it!

landonorris what???????? i’m your driver?! dhwuwuwi

user12 mclaren is on y/n side 😭

user678 aren’t we all!

oscarpiastri @landonorris imagine your own team choosing your gf over you

landonorris I HOPE YOU GET EATEN BY A KANGAROO

oscarpiastri so violent

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yourusername outfit for today! this literally ate so hard guys!!! don’t even

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user25 ICONIC

user59 this outfit is perfection

user00 FR!!!! it’s going on my pinterest

user9 the matching!!! on point

pinterest queen 👑

yourusername you know it 😏😏🤍

user367 we need a breakdown on the outfit!!!

yourusername ok!!! the necklace is from brandy melville, the blazer is thrifted, the top is from zara, the belt is thrifted, the skirt is brandy melville, the boots are from a store in texas and the bag is vintage louis vuitton!

user57 we love a thrifting queen!

user308 where are you thrifting????

yourusername mostly in new york honestly!

user67 the bag is to DIE for

landonorris 😍😍😍😍😍

user4499 lewis would be proud of the fit ❤️

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yourusername we love a good style revamp

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user444 this moved me

user55 OK Y/N YOU ATE WITH THIS

user5689 i need the heart necklace

user08 THAT LAST PHOTO

user48 the muscles 🤤

yourusername i drooled on my screen…

yourusername WHAT WHO SAID THAT????????

user3 LMFAOO

user678 me too girl

user2 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

landonorris i do look good

yourusername i’m not even going to tease you cause you look AMAZING

landonorris 😏😏

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landonorris fall with my girl 🍂🍂

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user27 😍😍

user567 the ugg’s with the ribbons 🎀

user07 coquette!

user766 i need that jacket

user55 both of them!!!!

user677 the red leather jacket

user9 a need

user688 so lana del rey

yourusername my outfits ate

landonorris getting cocky there

user7 they look so in love

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SWEETERLOVERS - a cute fic!

[eroselless]

LAY UR HANDS ON ME

Summary: You and Lando have been friends for years, dancing around your feelings and avoiding the tension between the two of you. What happens when there's only one spot left in the car? [1.7k]

[lando norris x reader ]

MASTERLIST | Part 2 - I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME

Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, sorta dry humping, light fingering and cursing. If there's any I missed let me know!

Note: as the poets say, i’m a slut for Lando <3 

I was inspired by this tik tok and this fic by uluvjay

Anywaaays, let me know if I should do a part twooo

Lando's eyes can't help but wander over your figure as you sit next to him at dinner. His gaze traces the curves of your body accentuated by the dress you mentioned to him just the week before. The fabric clings to your body in all the right places, exuding an allure that is both captivating and refined. He notices how the colour of the fabric makes your eyes look brighter and emphasizes the features of your body that he always finds himself drawn to. You look completely at ease in your chair, a half-empty glass of wine dangling casually from your fingertips.

He's pulled from his thoughts by a voice across the table. "What's the plan?" Carlos inquires, his hands clasped together in front of him as he gazes out at Lando. He blinks, processing what his ex-teammate just asked him. He hesitates for a second.

"I think I'm ready to head back to the hotel," he replies, meeting your eyes briefly for confirmation. You nod in agreement, your silent support bolstering his decision. A chorus of voices clamours at you, George, Alex, and Pierre opting to go out for a few more drinks and dancing. You shake your head, swirling the glass in your fingers.

"I think I'll head back too," you say, setting the glass down with a decisive clink. Max nods in agreement, Pietra clinging to his arm as they prepare to leave as well. You all begin to file out, congregating in the foyer of the restaurant for some quick goodbyes.

Lily wraps her arms around you in a farewell embrace, a pout evident on her face as she whispers promises of future hangouts before hurrying to rejoin her awaiting boyfriend. Alex gives you a wave from afar, a gentle smile playing at the corner of his lips, and they join the rest of the group as they make their way towards their car.

You walk out, trailing close behind Lando. Your hand is tucked into the pocket of his blazer jacket, a silent yet comforting gesture that keeps you near him. The air is filled with conversations as you make your way to the car that awaits you. Everyone begins to pile into it, Max taking his place behind the wheel with Pietra by his side while Carlos sits in the back with Charles.

"Oh, shit—" you hear Lando mutter suddenly as he scans the remaining space. There's only one spot left in the car, next to Carlos. With a slight grimace, you watch as he waves his hand in the air as if to say, no mind that. Lando takes his place next to his friend, ushering you into the car as well. Your eyebrows furrow together as he gestures for you to climb in his lap.

You hesitantly sit down, pulling the door closed behind you. You had always been rather close to Lando, even going past the confines of friendship, blurring the lines. You'd always be stealing his clothes, his t-shirt, sweatpants, sweaters. He'd always find comfort in your body heat, curling up at your side to sleep or have a cuddle. You were essentially attached at the hip.

You'd grown accustomed to the flashes of cameras and the photos circling online on social media. Often, people would question if you were dating, but the answer would always remain the same—no. Not that either of you didn't want to, but you'd been friends for a few years, and Lando intended to keep you by his side as long as he could. He prioritized your bond over potentially complicating things by introducing romance to the mix.

This feels like entirely new territory, sitting in his lap with his hands hovering above your thighs, the faint scent of your perfume teasing his senses as you settle in. He can't help but feel a flutter of excitement surge through him. If you leaned back, he feared you'd be able to feel the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat underneath the layers of muscle that encase his chest.

As you lean forward to grasp the seat in front of you, Lando can feel his breath catch in his throat as he becomes hyper-fixated on your movements. He can't help but bite his lip as a flush rises to his cheeks, struggling to take his eyes away from where your figure is nestled in his lap. The softness of your touch sears through him.

His eyes dart nervously to Carlos, hoping to find some reprieve from the intense feelings brewing in him. The Spaniard raises an eyebrow at him in silent amusement, a smirk playing on his lips before turning back to Charles and resuming their conversation. With a gentle shake of his head, Lando tears his gaze away, opting to watch the lights go by outside.

He watches as the pavement gradually gives way to rougher terrain beneath the car’s tires, signaling the road to their hotel nestled on the outskirts of the city. Max turns the music up, trying to muffle the crunch of the wheels on the gravel. The transition is palpable, the rumbling of the road sending vibrations through the vehicle. Your position suddenly feels uncomfortable and you begin to shift in your spot, momentarily forgetting that he can feel your every move.

A sudden bump jostles you from your spot and you can feel Lando’s hands tighten slightly over your skin. You try your best to stay still, only shifting again when the car goes over another bump. A whispered plea cuts through the tense air, sending a tingle down your spine.

“Please stop moving.” he murmurs, voice strained. The heat that spreads through you only intensifies as you feel his grip on you tighten, your hands clenching onto Pietra’s seat in response.

“Sorry,” you whisper back, trying to sound as sincere as you can, to sound like you weren’t thinking about how hard he was beginning to feel under you. Lando’s fingers press harder into your thighs. The bumps keep coming and you struggle to keep from moving. The air around you feels as if it's getting hotter as you continue to move against him. Next to you, Carlos and Charles are dozed off, completely unaware of the tension rising just next to them.

You can feel Lando breathing down your back, having placed his forehead at the nape of your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine, right to your core. He’s breathing in your scent, burying his nose in your skin. His breath is coming out in broken fragments as he struggles to keep it under control. His fingers are now fanned out on your thighs, just inches from the hem of your dress. He’s almost tempted to slip his fingers under it. He bites down on his lip, a futile attempt to hide how much he’s enjoying the moment. The bumps in the road continue to make his heart pound, freezing his hands in place.

Desperate for some relief, he tries to lean back into the seat. The ache building in his cock is almost unbearable. He pushes his hips forward, inadvertently bucking them up and now it's your turn to try to keep quiet. You feel yourself hang off of the seat in front of you, back arching slightly.

His gaze is now trained on the curve of your ass in his lap and he can't help the sigh that falls from his lips. He so badly wants to surrender himself to the allure of the moment, so many years of yearning for you building up to this very night. 

You reach a hand down to grab one of his, intertwining your fingers in a silent plea for more. You feel as if you are skating on thin ice as you encourage his hand to move under your dress. A gasp threatens to make its way past your lips as he follows your lead and dips a hand between your legs. Pushing your knees out ever so slightly, his fingers delve deeper, and you find yourself teetering toward the edge of ecstasy.

You both begin to shift in time, the pad of his thumb just barely pressing into the button of your clit and your ass rubbing perfectly against his cock. With each subtle movement, your senses ignite, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through the both of you.

“Oh god…” Lando’s voice is a mere whisper, hardly reaching your ears over the hum of the car and pounding of the music. His fingers move in slow circles, you feel as if the pleasure could consume you whole. With every flicker, your teeth dig harder into your lip, and you swear you could draw blood.

You can see the hotel lights from here, light seeping into the car. Panic sets in as you freeze in the seat, hands and hips coming to a complete halt. You can feel Lando shaking underneath you, his cheeks a bright pink. His chest is heaving as he tries to take shallow and quiet breaths. You each try to compose yourselves and you lean back in his lap, pulling his hands out from the fabric of your dress.

The tension in the air is palpable as the car comes to a stop, Max putting it in park and announcing to the sleeping men that you’ve arrived. You bite your lip at the innuendo that goes over everyone’s heads. Not quite, Max.

Lando’s hands take their spot on your thighs again, just as they were at the beginning of the ride. They stick slightly to your exposed skin, a testament to the desire that simmers between the two of you. You can see them twitch as if they’re still itching for more. He smiles weakly at you as you step out of the car, blaming the tight confines of the car for your flushed cheeks.

You don't miss how he gingerly sticks the pads of his fingers in his mouth or how he shoves his hands into his pockets, adjusting his pants as he does so. You blink away the last of the haze in your eyes as you quickly and quietly follow him up to your shared hotel room.

[youreverydayfangirl]

DRESS

pairing: max verstappen x singer reader

summary: the one where she admits her feelings, he buys her dinner and they talk about the future

warning: nothing

a/n: hey guyssss

face claim: sabrina carpenter

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y/nsprivate this dress

jimmyandsassysdad this dress>>>

-> y/nsprivate 🤭

alexandrasaintmleux TOLD YOU HE'D LIKE IT

-> y/nsprivate yes he did

leosfather please refrain from posting stuff like this on the internet

-> y/nsprivate NO

-> leosfather 😱😱

itssabrinaaa YUMM YUMMM

-> y/nsprivate ❤️

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The evening air was cool as Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, the soft glow of the bathroom light spilling into the Max's dimly lit bedroom. As she emerged, she noticed the way Max was standing by the window, a slight frown creasing his brow as he checked his watch. He wore a fitted blazer over a crisp white shirt. As soon as he turned around to look at her, his expression shifted, his mouth falling open slightly in surprise.

“Y/n…” he breathed, momentarily speechless.

“You look incredible,” he finally managed, shaking his head in disbelief. A wide smile spread across his face, lighting up his green eyes. “Like, wow.”

As they stepped out of the hotel, the city buzzed with energy around them. They made their way to the theater, where Max had organized tickets to see a ballet. Max kept glancing at Y/n when he thought she wasn’t looking.

As they sat down in their seats in their private booth, took a longer second to admire his girlfriend. Y/n felt a flutter of excitement flitter in her stomach as the curtains rose, a bright smile adorning her face.

About halfway through the ballet, Y/n felt a large hand grip her thigh possessively as max pulled the girl as close to him as possible in their individual seats.

As they walked to the restaurant for their private dinner, Max wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. The warmth of his body against hers sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach, the intimacy of the moment making her heart race.

When they arrived at the restaurant, a cozy, upscale spot with low lighting and a romantic ambiance, Max led her to a private booth tucked away from the main dining area.

As their dinner continued, the conversation took on a deeper tone, with laughter slowly giving way to a more intimate atmosphere. Max leaned closer, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes fixed on Y/n with an intensity that made her heart race.

“You know,” he began, a playful grin still lingering on his lips, “I’ve been thinking a lot since that night I told you I loved you.” He paused, searching her face for a reaction. “I meant it, Y/n. You really do mean a lot to me.”

Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat. The memory of that night flooded back—the way she had frozen, the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed her. She had spent weeks grappling with her feelings, but now, sitting across from him, surrounded by candlelight and the soft murmur of other diners, everything felt clearer.

“Max…” she started, her voice trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I’ve been thinking, too.”

His gaze sharpened, a flicker of hope crossing his features. “Yeah?”

“I was scared after everything that happened with Lando,” she admitted, her heart racing. “I didn’t know how to handle my feelings for you, and I panicked.” She looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously. “But the truth is, I love you, too.”

The confession hung in the air, the weight of it settling between them. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of how he felt.

Max’s expression shifted, surprise giving way to a radiant smile that lit up his face. “You mean it?” he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice, as if he wanted to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“I do,” she said, her own smile breaking through her nervousness. “You’ve shown me a side of love that I thought I couldn’t feel again. With you, I feel safe, and I want to embrace that.”

Max reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “Y/n, that means everything to me. I’ve been waiting to hear you say those words.” His thumb brushed against her knuckles, sending a shiver of warmth through her.

“I’m sorry I took so long to say it,” she continued, her voice softening. “I was just scared. But you’ve been patient and understanding, and I appreciate that more than you know.”

“Hey,” he said, his tone earnest. “I would wait forever for you. I just want to make you happy.”

Y/n’s heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around her like a warm embrace. “You already do,” she replied, her eyes glistening with emotion.

He leaned over to cup her face, stroking her cheek softly before planting his lips against hers. Y/n had kissed Max many times, but never like this. There was so much passion mixed with pent up frustration that had been building between them. Each movement felt electric, as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own universe.

As he pulled away, his breath mingling with hers, Max leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “You look so good tonight, liefde.” The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel her cheeks flush under his gaze.

“Yeah?” she questioned, unable to hide her smile.

He hummed in response, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s get out of here then.”

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y/nsprivate he took my on his yacht 😳

thatoneartgirlalex GET THAT RICH D

-> y/nsprivate maybe try to control yourself (BET)

keekslikestospammmm a HUGE upgrade tbh

-> y/nsprivate STOPPP

keekslikestospammmm wow i get pierre and charles erasure but we were their too 😒

-> y/nsprivate IM SORRY BUT YOU GOTTA DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO

livbereallydumb if your happy im happy

-> y/nsprivate really happy tbh

jimmyandsassysdad hes a really luck man

-> y/nsprivate stop your too cute

-> jimmyandsassysdad one of us has the good looks in this relationship and its not me ;)

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the calm waters as the yacht gently swayed with the waves. Y/n leaned against the railing, a soft breeze tousling her hair as she took in the breathtaking view. The sound of laughter echoed behind her, where Max was playfully arguing with Pierre about whose turn it was to pick the music. Y/n smiled happily, closing her eyes to breath in the smell of salt.

Max sauntered over, a wide grin on his face as he held two glasses of sparkling water, handing one to her. “Thought you might need a refresher,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ve been staring out at the sunset for too long.”

Y/n laughed, taking a sip. “Just taking it all in. It’s beautiful here.”

“It is,” he agreed, leaning beside her, his shoulder brushing against hers. “But it’s even better with you.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she turned to meet his gaze. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely.” He paused, taking a deep breath, his expression shifting slightly. “Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Y/n felt a rush of curiosity and anxiety. “What is it?”

Max shifted his weight, a more serious look crossing his face. “I know things have been moving fast between us, but I can’t help but think about how much I want you in my life. Not just for the moment, but for the long haul.” He paused, gauging her reaction. “I want you to move in with me.”

The words hung in the air, and Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat. “Move in with you?” she echoed, her heart racing.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of vulnerability. “I know it sounds sudden, but I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I want to wake up next to you every day and share those little moments together.”

“Max, that’s a big step,” she said softly, searching his eyes for reassurance. “What if it doesn’t work out?”

“Y/n,” he said, his tone earnest. “I’m not saying it will be perfect. But I believe in us. I want to face the ups and downs together, not apart. I can’t promise it’ll always be easy, but I want to try.”

Her heart swelled at his sincerity. She could see the hope in his eyes, the genuine desire for a future together. “I want that too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m scared.”

“I get that,” Max said, reaching for her hand and intertwining their fingers. “But think about it this way: moving in together means we’re building something, creating a space that’s just ours. I want to be there for you, to support you in every way I can.”

Y/n took a moment to process his words, a warmth spreading through her as she realized how much she wanted this too. “Okay,” she finally said, a smile breaking across her face. “Let’s do it.”

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y/nsprivate move in day ft a new addition to our family ❤️

jimmyandsassysdad 🖤🖤🖤

-> y/nsprivate 😭😭

thatoneartgirlalex MY LITTLE BABIES ALL GROWN UP

-> y/nsprivate atleast now we live like two streets apart 🤭

itssabrinaaaa PLUTO OMG SHES SO CUTE

-> y/nsprivate MY BABY

leosfather hes alright i guess

-> y/nsprivate stop pretending your not inlove with him charlie

ExBsf the copycat?

Drama has come during the off season when fans have noticed some similarities between Exbsf and Lando Norris ex girlfriend Y/n L/n. L/N and Norris broke up after a phone call between Exbsf and L/n was leaked and it was confessed that L/n cheated on her partner.

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user1 FINALLY! shes been so shady omg

user2 nah thats like fully copying not just 'similarities'

user3 but like now that this is out can we talk about how weird the timing of everything has been

-> user4 real cause an alleged phone call between exbsf and y/n was leaked and then she gets with lando like two weeks later. like what?

user5 honestly exbsf is giving the snake in this situation

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[pia-nor481]

Long night, Hard ride

Oscar Piastri x reader smut

1.3k words (sorry it’s so short I struggled with the actual smut)

It was made very clear from their first interaction that Oscar didn't particularly like social events; work social events were no exception. As much as he enjoyed working with, and for, Mclaren, he didn't like any of the launches or parties. This party did not evolve the car and so Oscar was especially angsty, his whole body felt heavy, and it was starting to get difficult to keep proper posture. "You will be okay." She said, trying to comfort him, running her hand over his bicep clad in the black blazer. His eyes were slowly begging to fall, "I know, it's just too much and I'm so tired." Oscar liked to sleep in as much as he could, but the training combined with the early morning to prepare for with event didn't help. The divers were there to secure sponsors for next season, Lando was capable of speaking with sponsors for hours, he was so full of energy that it came easy to him. But Oscar struggled and so was hiding in a corner with his girlfriend. "It will be over soon, at least we have some peace for now." She looked around quickly before pecking his cheek; he smiled wide as she rubbed the lipstick off of his face. "Do you think we could sneak out?" Their drinks have long been empty and Oscar was leaning against the wall for a few minutes now. "I think Zak might give away your seat." She giggled 

"I think we can get away with it." He whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist, guiding her towards the door. They practically hugged the wall trying to avoid human contact. She had to hold him up  as they walked down the stairs towards the car. She held her hand out for the car key, not letting him drive in such a condition and ever the gentlemen, he still opened the door for her. The drive home was long, Oscar definitely fell asleep a few time, but the roads were rather deserted at this late hour, his hand remained firm on her thigh as she continued to hold the wheel. "We are almost home, ten more minutes." She whispered, his only response was a quiet hum. Oscar could stay awake now, but he didn't have the energy for much more; Completely lethargic, he stumbled out of the car and in through the front door. 

"Come on." She said, dragging him up the stairs towards their shared bedroom; It was still very much a mess from the morning, Oscar was in a complete rush after waking up for the third time, she helped him get ready, not that it would have taken him very long on his own. He took a brief moment to stare, the dress was beautiful, and it fit her so well, Oscar would say it made her look perfect, more than usual. But that was all he could think as she pushed him out the door. It was not often that they were late, a skill Oscar must have perfected in his early years. She looked at him with an almost smug look, handing him the car keys. "I know I drive for a living, but surely you drive fine." His statement fell upon deaf ears. Oscar did not expect his words to change her decision, so he proceeded to the driver's side, with a quiet whine. 

Even now, quiet huffs left his mouth, making a poor attempt to walk up the stairs. She knew he was tired, yet she couldn't help the feeling of desire. Seeing Oscar in a suit really did get her going, even just the sight of him could do the same, but tonight in particular, she just couldn't stop the arousal from coursing through her body. Oscar reached the bathroom rather swiftly and slowly began to remove his clothes, struggling with the buttons. "Please, Love, I need help." She giggled, walking closer, seeing the dishevelled man pouting. Selfishly, she undid each button as slow as possible, staring at him with a sultry look. Oscar noticed, but chose not to say anything. If he was honest, Oscar would say he preferred morning sex, a sure way to wake him up, and have a good start to the day. He also understood that waiting wouldn't be wise.  

She turned slowly, as Oscar motioned for her to, wanting to help unzip her dress. He did so as fast as possible with the little energy he had. He was shocked at the sight before him; the matching set before him framed her perfectly. He felt a rush of blood flow through his body, warming him up slowly, with a lightly blush painting his skin. She turned back around slowly, meeting his lust filled gaze. Already feeling fuzzy, Oscar grabbed her hips softly to pull her closer, desperate for close contact. He didn't say a word as she began to kiss his neck slowly as he wanted her to feel good, blissful even. Yet she was nervous, curious as to how this would work; Oscar didn't have the energy to fuck her the way she desired, the way she deserved, but that wouldn't stop him. 

His hand found a home on the small of her back as he guided her back towards the bed. "As much as I want to, I can't fuck you tonight." Oscar whispered, laying down on his side of the bed with a loud sigh. She pouted at his remark as he smirked, closing his eyes. "Come here." There was a moment of silenced accompanied by hesitation, it took a while for her to register that she actually had to move towards him. He smiled up at her as she rested on the bed beside him,  he was giddy despite the late hour, perhaps becoming slightly delirious. Oscar head the quiet pads of her feet against the floor and smiled, he got truly excited when he felt the bed dip slightly. "Be good...And straddle me." She was originally sat there peacefully, knees together, waiting for an instruction, so she was keen when she heard Oscar's voice. 

With her knees around Oscar's hip, she smiled, endorphins running through her body. "No, no, Baby, I need one of your legs to be between mine." His voice had dropped an octave and likely some volume, not quite a whisper. She was confused to begin with, expecting to ride him. "Straddle my thigh, that's it." She listened carefully to every word, focusing on every syllable. She pushed her cunt against his thick thigh, enjoying the pressure. Oscar's hands quickly, made way to her hips, grasping lightly. "Now, I need you to slowly rock your hips for me." She did so in awe, moving slowly, feeling pressure build up in her lower abdomen. Rocking back and forth was easy, getting the right pressure and speed was difficult; She placed a hand on his chest, needing support.  "That's it, Good girl." Oscar's grip harshened, he pushed and pulled on her hips, helping her grind faster and harder, heightening her pleasure. "Please, Oscar, need you." Her mind was too full, all full of Oscar and how he feels. 

His thigh was covered in her, soaked in her wetness. Her whines quickly became moans as he edged her on, sucking lightly at her neck. Oscar could feel her cunt twitching with every movement. "So good for me, cum, cum for me Love." Her eyes were closed as her head dropped back, Oscar smiled at her legs shaking, struggling to keep her body up right. She collapsed on his chest, seeing stars while giving raged breaths. Oscar's hands began to draw shapes onto her skin as he hugged her close, pulling the blanket over their bodies he spoke, "I'm wide awake now" 

[chilling-seavey]

I May Be Crazy, But I Ain't No Fool (ln4)

↳ Timeless: F1 Grid Masterlist

↳ Summary: With London still filled with horse-drawn carriages, Lando's most prized possession is his brand new Ford Model C...and he plans to use it to his advantage.

↳ Title Song: I May Be Crazy, But I Ain't No Fool by Bob Roberts (1904)

↳ Word Count: 1.0k

↳ Warnings: Smoking. 

June 1904

The sun was bright that afternoon, a rarity for London, when the smog from the factories seemed to take the day off. It was a Sunday, perhaps that was why; the labourers kicking up their feet for a measly 24-hours off the clock while the wealthy went by like any other day. Lando, privileged enough to be one of the latter, had perfected the art of looking busy over the years. In fact, it might have been his best skill. 

On this particular Sunday, he found himself out front of his family home, loitering around the front drive on which the shiny red Ford Model C sat in all its glory. Motorcars were still a rarity in London at the turn of the century and Mister Henry Ford was ever so gracious enough to provide some of his automobiles to the United Kingdom only as of the year prior. Of course, Lando needed first claim to whatever was available. With his father’s connections in the automotive industry, this was made all too easy. 

As much as Lando was proud of his automobile and the wealth of his family that backed it, he certainly wasn’t obnoxiously ostentatious about it. Instead, he let the specimen speak for itself with its crisp red paint glimmering in the bright afternoon sunshine while he lingered about like he wasn’t waiting for someone passing by to ask him about it. 

He sat on the front porch with one of his sister’s novels in his hands and pretended to read, he crouched by the garden in his slacks and blazer and pretended to care about the flora growing in the beds, and, when he got really desperate, he even took a cloth to the automobile to give it a little polish. It was around then that he noticed a group of young ladies meandering down the street in the distance. 

Now, Lando was absolutely no fool and, in that moment, he could see himself getting a right grand deal: a chance to show off his brand new motorcar and the swooning attention of women. 

With his sights set on the distant gaggle of females, he opened his jacket and pulled out his tin of Wills cigarettes, slipping one out and setting it between his lips. He hurried to light it and then stamped out the match on the side of his boot before casually leaning against the side of his automobile with the polish rag draped over his shoulder. 

The trio of women approached in their Sunday dresses and carrying lacy parasols, their attention drawn to the bright red machine on their way past. They slowed to get a good look, their eyes wide in awe. 

“Good afternoon, ladies,” Lando greeted with a handsome smile, pushing himself straight with another drag of his cigarette as he addressed them by name and a polite nod of his head to each, “Miss Ackerman, Miss Fields, Miss Hawthorne.”

The ladies bent at their knees just ever so slightly in response, their attention trained on the magnificent machine sitting in front of his house. 

“Mister Norris, my, my,” one of them spoke in awe, “I was not aware of your purchase of a motorcar.”

“Oh, this?” Lando glanced over his shoulder to the car, feigning modest ignorance, “Yes, it was a recent investment. Ford Model C; one of only ten in all of the United Kingdom.”

“Oh, how splendid!” one of the women gushed as the others nodded and praised in wonder.

Lando smiled back at them, “She’s a beauty, is she not?”

“Have you taken it around?”

“Yes. She rides much smoother than a carriage, I must admit,” Lando boasted modestly.

He walked around the perimeter of the automobile, allowing the women to follow in awe. Lingering to the side for a moment to take in their praise and intrigue, he finished his cigarette and put it out.

“Say,” he stepped forward, resting a hand on the rear of the car, “it’s awfully warm out here to-day; may I escort you home, ladies?”

The trio shared soft giggles amongst themselves at not only the offer for a ride in a motorcar but from the mouth of the handsome son of one of London’s most highly regarded families. 

“We dare not put you out, Mister Norris,” one of the ladies politely refuted. 

Lando waved his hand as if to physically brush away her reluctance, “Nonsense, it would be my pleasure.”

With the women in agreement, Lando smoothly stepped up beside the motorcar and opened the small rear door with a click before offering his hand out to the first of the trio. She smiled bashfully at him and set her gloved hand in his, using her other to hold up her dress and petticoat so she could step up into the back seat. 

“It is quite a jump,” Lando warned them kindly as he helped the next young lady up, “Mind those beautiful dresses of yours.”

With the last of the three taking his offered hand, she praised him adoringly, “You are such a darling.”

“You are far too kind, Miss Hawthorne,” Lando tutted and helped her up into the back of the car. 

Then, he closed the small door and made sure it was securely closed before hopping up into the front seat. The open top automobile, in its red-painted glory, housed luxurious black leather seats and gold metal headlamps and trim. As Lando situated himself in the front seat, he adjusted himself comfortably behind the steering wheel that was secured down to the front of the car by a long metal post. Sitting there, behind the wheel, something inside him stirred like this was where he was always meant to be.

With a choked rumble, the engine came to life and the giggling women in the backseat hooted in surprise. Lando grabbed his derby hat from beside him on the front seat and placed it atop his head of styled curls before glancing back to his passengers,

“Hold on tight now, ladies. I must get my precious merchandise delivered back to their fathers in pristine condition.”

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[velocesainz]

Hey! Lobe your wriying so much! You're really talented! Can I get a blazer with a turtleneck and flowy skirt paired with a headband please? Preferably George Russell if you write for him but if not maybe Oscar Piastri or Lando Norris? Thank you!

A/n: hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request

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Keeping covered

Summary: Reader and George are in a forbidden relationship as her father is George’s boss. When they are alone in her fathers house they can’t help but get naughty

Pairing: George Russel x Wolff! Reader

Warnings: smut mdni

Order receipt:

Turtleneck: I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows you're mine

Blazer: Can you feel how how much you turn me on

Flowy Skirt: I wonder how your father would feel if he knew what was going on between us

Headband: Secret relationship

Reader pov:

I was in the Williams garage speaking with some of my fellow engineers when our team principal, James vowles came in

“Everyone please keep doing what you were. Y/n I would like to speak to you”

I nervously walked to James’s office

Had i done something wron? Was I getting fired?

“Y/n your father wants to promote you to the Mercedes team. You are a very talented mechanic and I feel like this is a very good opportunity that you should take”

This was an amazing opportunity for sure but the problem was George was a driver at Mercedes

I was in a secret relationship with him concealed from the public eye since my dad doesn’t exactly have a calm demeanour

With me being in his garage it would be nearly impossible to sneak around

With us being separate garages where my dad couldn’t constantly monitoring me it had worked out but now I was stuck

Later that night I had a dinner with my dad and a few members of the Mercedes team so I figured I would ask George what to do then

Timeskip:

I dressed in a simple black maxi satin dress and put on makeup and headed to my dads house for the dinner

I walked in and instantly was met with the eyes all on me

I weaved my way through the crowd and reached the main table where my dad was speaking to George

I gulped hard

George looked extremely hot in the simple white button up and black jeans that he was wearing

Both of them noticed me and asked me to join them and asked me to take a seat and I went and sat next to George

“So y/n/n what do you think about the offer? I’m assuming James already talked to you about it”

I saw George look at me curiously

“I’m still considering the options dad, I have a few people to consult”

My dad sighed and dropped the topic

As everyone slowly made their way to the table and everyone started making conversation I felt George’s hand creep up to grab my hand and lead to the tent that was formed in his pants

He leant in and whispered

“Can you feel how much you turn me on darling”

I felt heat rush into my cheeks and I tried my best to ignore the needy ache between my thighs for the rest of the dinner

Timeskip:

The dinner was almost over and people were slowly staring to leave the house

“Alright y/n could you stay at the house today? I have to head out for some work and George is staying, he’ll take the guest room”

I couldn’t pass up on an opportunity to be home alone with George

“Sure dad no problem” I replied and went up to head up to get ready for tonight with George

I finished showering and put on a set of black lacy lingerie under a set of black lacy pajamas and made my way to the guest room where George was

“My my my darling, don’t you look ravishing”

He grabbed me by my waist and pressed his lips into mine in a hot, needy kiss

I began working on the buttons of his shirt while he worked on removing the pajama set

He laid me down on the bed and started kissing all over my body, sucking and leaving marks everywhere

“I’m gonna mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine” he said huskily into my ear and continued sucking

His fingers made their way to my clit and ran through my dripping folds

“Desperate are we darling?”

“Please George i need you right now”

He took out a condom from his jeans pocket, pulling down his jeans and boxers and putting the condom on

He positioned himself at my entrances and entered me slowly causing us both to groan loudly

“Fuck darling you feel so fucking good”

He continued thrusting into me at a fast and rough pace

“I wonder how your dad would feel if he knew what was going on between us. Bet he would be pretty pussed huh?”

His animalistic pace bright us both closer and closer to our orgasms till the point I was unable to form words

I felt him twitch inside me as we both approached our highs

“George I’m gonna-“

“Me too darling-“

We both groaned finishing at the same time

George pulled out and threw the condom away.

He pulled me closer and cuddled me

“I can’t wait till the day we work together. I get to see you all the damn time”

A/n: hello lovelies! Hope you enjoyed this fic. Sorry for the fics being slow to come out but I promise there are more to come. I have about 10 requests sitting in my drafts and I’ll try to get them done as soon as possible. As always leave your feedback Kissies ✨

[passengerprincessblog]

“Off Track” ~ Pt. 3 Franco x Reader

Warnings?: lowkey NSFW. 🙈

Summary: As Y/N and Lewis wait at a fancy restaurant, a lingering sense of guilt fills Y/N as she recalls her recent interactions with Franco. When Franco arrives and takes the seat beside her, the tension intensifies as he discreetly pushes boundaries, all while Lewis remains blissfully unaware.

WC: 1,700?

The restaurant was everything you’d expect when Lewis Hamilton chose a place for dinner. Elegant, dimly lit, with an ambiance that whispered luxury. The manager hovered nearby, discreet but clearly attentive, eyeing Lewis every so often to make sure his famous guest was happy. I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, yet Lewis seemed perfectly at ease, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the back of my hand as we waited.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he murmured, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, his gaze softening as he looked at me, and for a moment, I almost felt like we were just any other couple, sharing a quiet dinner together.

“Thank you,” I replied, offering him a small smile. His touch was comforting, familiar. But as he continued to hold my hand, a wave of guilt rippled through me. Because all I could think about was Franco.

The memory of Franco’s number saved in my phone burned in my mind, a constant reminder of how reckless I’d been. How reckless I felt, even now, sitting here with Lewis, knowing Franco was on his way. My heart raced, not with excitement from the man sitting across from me, but from the one I’d been secretly thinking about all night.

The door to the restaurant opened, and I looked up to see Franco walking in, scanning the room. He was dressed in a dark blazer, his usual race-day attire replaced with something refined, almost… I clear my throat. For a moment, I barely recognized him. I wasn’t the only one; Lewis looked surprised as well, clearly impressed.

Franco’s gaze landed on us, and his eyes lingered on me, a hint of something unspoken flashing in his expression. He looked me up and down, and I could tell he’d noticed the tightness of my dress, the way it hugged my curves. It was a thrill I couldn’t deny, the subtle heat in his gaze sending shivers down my spine.

Lewis stood, breaking the moment. He reached out, pulling Franco into a hug, patting him on the back. “You clean up well, Colapinto,” he said with a grin. “Almost didn’t recognize you.”

Franco laughed, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and pride. “Had to make an effort, you know? Can’t show up underdressed when I’m having dinner with Lewis Hamilton.”

He sounded so sincere, almost boyish in his admiration, and I felt my heart twist as I watched him. But then he turned, slipping into the seat next to me without hesitation, his arm brushing against mine as he sat down. I froze, my mind racing. Of all the seats, he chose the one right next to me… while Lewis was sitting across the table. I told myself I was reading too much into it; it was just a seat, after all. But the thrill that shot through me told me otherwise.

“How are you?” Franco asks me as he looks at me.

“Good… thanks…” I say softly, trying not to look too excited to be next to him.

“Pareces hambriento.. (You look hungry..)” he teases me.

My face heats up at the possibility of innuendo. I’m just glad Lewis doesn’t know Spanish.

As the evening went on, Lewis and Franco quickly fell into a lively conversation, discussing the chaotic race, upcoming circuits, and, of course, laughing over stories involving Lando Norris. They were both completely absorbed, trading jokes and stories, their laughter filling the air between sips of wine.

I smiled, laughed when appropriate, but I couldn’t shake the growing sense of isolation. Here I was, sitting between two men who commanded so much of my attention, yet I felt… invisible. Everything always seemed to circle back to Lewis—his stories, his accomplishments, his world. Even Franco, the one person I thought might make me feel seen tonight, was fully wrapped up in Lewis’s orbit.

I swirled my wine, barely listening to their conversation, my mind wandering back to that spark, that thrilling energy that Franco had brought into my life. It was ridiculous, of course, but I felt as if I were drifting further and further into the background, the invisible shadow beside the legend.

Just as I was about to retreat fully into my thoughts, I felt something warm against my thigh. My eyes widened slightly, my heart stopping as I realized it was Franco’s hand. He was sitting there, fully engaged in a story Lewis was telling about his charity work, but his hand was slowly inching its way up my leg, hidden beneath the tablecloth.

I glanced over at Lewis, my pulse quickening, but he was completely oblivious, too busy discussing his dog Roscoe to notice what was happening under the table. Meanwhile, Franco’s hand moved higher, his fingers pressing gently against my thigh, edging up with a confidence that made my skin tingle.

I shot Franco a quick look, and though he didn’t turn to meet my gaze, I saw the playful glint in his eyes as he continued to nod along to Lewis’s story. His fingers slid higher, grazing just beneath the hem of my dress, teasing me with every slight movement.

My face grew warm, my breathing shallow as I tried to keep my composure. My hand slipped beneath the table, gently covering his, letting him know that I wasn’t pulling away. His fingers stilled for a moment, then continued their slow, steady journey upward, venturing dangerously close to the edge of my lacy underwear.

It was maddening, the way he managed to act so composed, all while his hand sent sparks through me with every inch it climbed. I could barely focus on Lewis’s words, every nerve in my body focused on the touch, the thrill of Franco’s forbidden hand under the table.

“Y/N?” Lewis’s voice broke through my haze, snapping me back to reality. I blinked, looking up to find him smiling softly at me.

“Hmm?” I tried to sound casual, forcing a smile that I hoped didn’t look as strained as it felt.

“I was just saying,” he continued, squeezing my hand across the table, “I’m really glad you’re here with me tonight. It means a lot.”

My heart ached at his words, but the guilt only seemed to heighten the thrill of Franco’s touch. I managed a small smile, nodding. “I’m glad too, Lewis.”

And yet, beneath the table, Franco’s hand was a constant reminder that my thoughts were nowhere near as innocent as I tried to pretend. He was so close now, fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of my thigh, his touch electrifying, as if he knew exactly how to drive me crazy without saying a single word.

Lewis turned back to Franco, starting on another story, and I let out a shaky breath, unable to focus on anything except the hand beneath the table and the butterflies raging in my stomach.

Franco’s fingers paused for a moment, and I dared a quick glance at him. His gaze flicked to me briefly, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t need to say anything; the glint in his eyes was enough. He was enjoying this, the thrill of pushing boundaries, of playing with fire. And as much as I hated to admit it, so was I.

With a soft sigh, I leaned back in my chair, still holding Lewis’s hand on top of the table, while Franco’s hand continued its teasing journey beneath. It was dangerous, reckless, but in that dimly lit restaurant, surrounded by laughter and wine, I let myself indulge in the thrill of it.

Just when I thought he would stop, his fingers brushed the edge of my lacy thong, hooking around the band with a boldness that sent a jolt straight through me.

I sucked in a breath, the air catching in my throat as I shifted slightly, acutely aware of every inch of him against me, his fingers toying with the delicate lace, pushing boundaries I hadn't even imagined crossing tonight. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind spinning, trying to make sense of the sudden intensity of it all.

Lewis's voice cut through the haze, snapping me back to the present. "Hey, Y/N, remind me….. how's your Spanish these days? I could barely say 'hello' when I met Franco."

I forced myself to look at Lewis, blinking away the heat that had flooded my cheeks.

"Oh, uh... it's... it's okay," I stammered, my voice wavering just slightly. "I've... picked up a few things."

Franco's fingers pressed gently against my skin, just enough to send a wave of warmth flooding through me. He started tugging it down slowly, and I shifted in my seat, unsure of what was happening. As I lifted my hips slightly to help him .

I struggled to keep my voice steady, to hide the blush spreading across my cheeks as I met Lewis's gaze, feeling my face grow hotter with every second. My hand slipped from Lewis’s, my fingers tingling as I freed myself from his gentle grasp.

Lewis raised an eyebrow, clearly oblivious to my inner turmoil. "I should get you to teach me sometime," he said with a grin. "Maybe then I won't butcher it every time I try to say something to Franco."

"Yeah... maybe," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I tried to muster a casual smile, hoping it would be enough to mask the way my stomach was doing backflips, every nerve ending focused on Franco's hand, his fingers tugging at my panties, his intentions clear.

Lewis looks down at his phone as my heart races. I feel the delicate fabric slide down my legs. I shift in my seat, lifting my hips slightly to assist him. The cool air hitting my bare skin makes me shiver with anticipation.

I noticed Franco discreetly tucking my thong into his pocket, and my eyes widened slightly. The realization that he had taken such a personal item sent a thrill through me, and I found myself even more drawn to him. I knew I should feel guilty, but all I could think about was how much I wanted Franco to touch me again.

Franco leaned back slightly, his face calm and composed, but his eyes held that same teasing glint, the faintest of smirks tugging at his lips. He didn't look at me, but he didn't need to. The unspoken tension between us was enough, a silent promise hanging in the air, leaving me breathless and wanting.

The conversation continued around me, but I could barely focus, my mind swirling with the forbidden thrill of Franco's touch and the tangled emotions it stirred within me.

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Okay! That was kinda ridiculous, but I just wanted to write it 🙈🙈🙈

I know I’m lowkey edging you guys but … relax I’ll put some smut in here hehe.

I was originally aiming for this series to have more fluff I think? Maybe mixture of lowkey smut and fluff idk…

Idk yet though… I can’t decide 😭.

Lmk in the comments 😇

[legendary-69420]

Fashion, Flirtation, and Frenemies

Chapter 6

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

Mark Spencer was a man of many contradictions. One of the most striking was his complete indifference to his appearance. He lived in hoodies—oversized, comfortable, and utterly unassuming. Yet, somehow, he managed to look like he belonged on the cover of a high-fashion magazine even in his most relaxed attire. His messy hair, chiseled features, and an effortless aura of confidence made sure of that.

But when Mark decided to clean up… Good Lord.

It was a bright afternoon during a PR event at the Ferrari headquarters. The team was preparing for interviews and photo shoots, and as always, Mark had kept to himself, absorbed in something on his iPad. He entered the room quietly, wearing a white turtleneck that clung to his frame, paired with tailored trousers. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal a sleek, expensive watch. His hair, messy in a calculated way, framed his face perfectly, while the sharp lines of his freshly trimmed beard accentuated his jawline. Spectacles perched on his nose added a touch of intellectual charm, and his pout—unintentionally adorable as he concentrated on the stats on his screen—made it impossible to look away.

The room fell silent as heads turned.

Even the most focused team members found themselves distracted. A PR representative stumbled over her words, forgetting the next instruction, while Charles Leclerc, seated in the corner, froze mid-sip of his espresso. His eyes narrowed, scanning Mark from head to toe. It wasn’t the first time Mark had caught everyone off guard with his looks, but it was the first time Charles felt a growing, unexplainable ache in his chest.

Charles muttered under his breath, “He doesn’t even try.” ______________________________________________________________

It was the Texas Grand Prix, and Mark couldn’t have looked more out of place—or more irresistible—if he tried. From the moment he stepped out of the car, it was clear that he had fully embraced the Texas vibe, leaving fans—especially those in the paddock—completely speechless.

Mark had donned a cowboy hat, the wide brim casting a shadow over his eyes, giving him an air of mystery. His shirt, an open-collared, loosely tucked Western button-down, clung just enough to hint at the strong muscles underneath, but it was the tight, well-worn jeans that had everyone’s attention. They fit him perfectly, hugging every curve and contour, and for once, Mark didn’t even try to hide the fact that they put his “ass-ets” on full display. The leather boots he wore clicked with every step, making him look like he had just walked straight out of a country music video—and everyone was here for it.

But what truly made the look was his accent. Mark’s usual multilingual charm took on a sultry, southern edge as he greeted everyone with a soft, “Howdy, y’all.” The contrast between his usual European elegance and this rugged Texan persona made his fans weak in the knees.

Charles couldn’t help but steal glances at him. The way the light caught Mark’s features, his jawline sharp and his chest—oh God, his chest—barely contained by the tight shirt, made Charles’ stomach twist in a way he wasn’t prepared for. Mark was more than just the rookie Ferrari driver, he was… a force.

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A few days later, the drivers planned a dinner together—a rare moment to unwind amidst their hectic schedules. The group gathered in the hotel lobby, dressed in casual but stylish attire. Charles, ever the gentleman, wore a smart blazer over a casual shirt. He stood chatting with Lando and Carlos when the elevator doors opened.

And there he was.

Mark stepped out dressed in an all-black suit that seemed tailored to perfection. The fabric hugged his broad shoulders and tapered down to his long legs. A faint hint of his cologne—a dangerously intoxicating blend of musk and cedar—lingered in the air as he passed. His hair was slightly slicked back, accentuating the sharpness of his features, and a subtle smirk played on his lips as he adjusted his cufflinks.

He looked like he had walked straight out of a mafia drama, the kind where he’d play the enigmatic and dangerously hot boss. Conversations around the lobby hushed. Even Lando, known for his endless jokes, muttered a quiet “Bloody hell? Is he here for dinner or is he here to kill us all?”

Charles swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the glass of wine in his hand. He couldn’t deny it anymore—Mark Spencer had a way of commanding attention without even trying, and it was driving Charles to the brink.

As Mark made his way toward the group, he could feel every pair of eyes on him. It wasn’t just the drivers who were mesmerized—fans across the world were reacting to his sudden sartorial change. Social media erupted with enthusiasm.

Fan Reactions:

*"I was NOT prepared for this level of hotness from Mark Spencer. That suit? *chef’s kiss* #FerrariFashion #MarkIsKillingIt"*

"Okay, but did anyone else feel like Mark just walked out of a mafia movie? What’s next, a dramatic action scene?? #NewFavoriteLook"

"The way he just casually owns that look? That’s the kind of swagger we need in F1. 👏👏👏 #MarkSpencer #StyleIcon"

"Mark is serving us the *exact* amount of hotness we need in 2024. Someone please tell me how to pull off a turtleneck like that. #F1FashionKing"

"I’m not even mad that Charles Leclerc’s in the background—Mark is absolutely stealing the show right now. #Unbothered"

The attention didn’t stop there. As the evening wore on, Mark couldn’t help but notice Charles stealing glances at him. It was subtle—almost too subtle—but Mark had learned to read Charles by now. There was something in the way his gaze lingered just a bit too long, and it made Mark’s heart race. But he was determined not to acknowledge the growing tension.

Dinner passed in a blur of laughs and lighthearted chatter, though there was an undeniable energy that hung between Mark and Charles. Eventually, the group headed back to the hotel.

In the elevator, the air was thick with unspoken words. Charles and Mark stood side by side, their proximity almost unbearable. The faint sound of the elevator’s hum was the only thing filling the silence.

Finally, Charles broke the quiet. "You know," he began casually, "you clean up way too well."

Mark raised an eyebrow, glancing over at him. "What, you’re not used to seeing me in something other than a hoodie?"

Charles smirked, his fingers drumming lightly against his arm. “Yeah, but this… this is something else.”

Mark chuckled softly, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “What, you worried I’ll steal your spotlight?”

Charles looked away, clearly flustered. But Mark, ever the tease, leaned closer. “Don’t worry, Charles. You’ll always be the pretty one.” He said it with a playful grin, but the words hung in the air longer than necessary.

Before Charles could respond, Mark’s finger accidentally brushed against Charles’ hand, the briefest touch sending an unexpected shock through both of them. It was enough to make Mark pause and meet Charles’ gaze. The playful smile on his lips faltered slightly, and Charles didn’t look away.

And then, without thinking, Charles leaned in, his lips brushing against Mark’s for a brief moment. It wasn’t a deep kiss—nothing more than a spark of electricity—but it was enough to send both their hearts racing. When they pulled apart, neither of them knew what to say.

Mark’s expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed something softer, something that wasn’t there before.

“Well,” he murmured, breaking the silence, “that’s certainly one way to say goodnight.”

Charles, still flushed, muttered a quiet, “Yeah, sure.”

As Mark stepped off the elevator first, he shot Charles one last look, his smirk wide and knowing. “Sleep well, Charles,” he said with a wink.

Charles, stunned, could only manage a small nod.

This was a new kind of tension—one that neither of them was ready for, but one they couldn’t ignore any longer. ______________________________________________________________

(dividers by @anitalenia , @bunnysrph , @omi-resources )

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𓈒 ୭ৎ ˖˙ ᰋ ── JULIETTE LECLERC PROFILE !

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #🍂 ͡ ꒱ Juliette Leclerc

ꪆ୧ BASICS .ᐟ

name: Juliette Celeste Leclerc 

nicknames:

Julie (everyone) 

Lettie (family and close friends) 

jules (everyone) 

ette (brothers( 

lilo (her best friends) 

juliebug (mat and quinn) 

birthday and zodiac: November 15th 1999, Scorpio

location: Monte Carlo, Monaco (birthplace, current) 

ꪆ୧ ABOUT  .ᐟ

personality: julie has a complex personality, some say it resembled an onion; you have to pull back the layers before truly understanding her. The media and new people assume that she's cold, and honestly a bitch just because they truly don't know her. But in reality, she's honestly a very sweet person, she is on the quiet side, she's very confident in herself and her beliefs. She is very charming, charismatic, and flirty! When she's around the people she's comfortable with, she can be a little bubbly and giggily (mostly with mat and quinn). She has a very dry humor but it honestly just makes people love her more! Can be very sarcastic at times, is witty 

good traits: determined, loyal, hard-working, honest and loyal, protective of her family and friends, trustful, doesn't take shit from anyone 

bad traits: very self critical, can be too bold, brutal at times, distances herself when she's overwhelmed or emotionally hurt, 

quirks: having a resting bitch face, intense eye contact, spaces out when bored, rolls eyes, smiles sarcastically, 

likes: rain, musicals, going to ballets, trying out new restaurants, ranch life, swimming, buying swimsuits, her yacht, spending time with family, hot tubs, sightseeing, 

dislikes: rude and invasive fans, the paparazzi, stalkers, people who disrespect her family or friends, most f1 media, drive to survive, traffic 

hobbies: singing, running, baking, dancing, riding horses, music, hockey, playing tennis and golf, reading, journaling 

fears: being a failure, dying alone 

strengths: how hard-working she is, she never gives up, confident, tactical and her strategy, how smart and witty she is, her quick thinking 

weaknesses: perfectionism, talking about her feelings, self critical, can have a short fuse at times, 

languages spoken: 100% French, 100% English, 100% Korean, 36% Spanish. 

occupation/profession: f1 driver for redbull, singer, model, actress 

ꪆ୧ CAREER !

Profession  f1 driver

Team   Red Bull Racing

Debut Australia 2019

Trainer  Gabriel Guerrero

Race engineer   Théo Beaufoy

Manager  Anya DuPont

Assistant  Beatrice Roux

World championships   1 (2022)

Sponsors  Gucci

ꪆ୧ RELATIONSHIPS  .ᐟ

parents:

Hervé Leclerc 

Pascale Leclerc 

sibling(s):

Lorenzo Leclerc 

Charles Leclerc 

Arthur Leclerc 

best friends: max verstappen. lando norris, george russell, alex albon, hailee steinfeld, shawn mendes, victoria de angelis, lily rose depp

friends: most of the f1 grid, most of quinn and mat’s teammates, jack and luke hughes, ross lynch, zendaya, tom holland, lewis pullman, and many more 

love interest: Mathew Barzal and Quinn hughes 

pet(s): none yet 

ꪆ୧ MORE .ᐟ

scent: she has a large collection of different fragrances, from brand deals, pr, etc. she prefers aromatic fragrances, so she uses mostly Chanel and Gucci perfumes, her most used one is Chanel number 2, it's one of her signature scents!

outfits: it really depends on what she's doing, if it’s a casual day she likes wearing low waisted jeans, corset vest tops, mini skirts, sweaters, sundresses, it really depends! She loves wearing black, reds, and earth tones! She likes adding fishnets, lace and tights to her outfits, long scarfs, jean or leather jackets, she likes wearing blazers, definitely has an office siren aesthetic! She has a lot of clothes and she's always wanting to try something new, and is definitely known for her fantastic outfits! here's a link to her closet! 

accessories:  she loves accessorizing, she loves anything involving fashion really!! She has a large collection of different types of bags and sunglasses(she loves collecting them), they are definitely her favorite thing + jewelry, to accessorize with. She also has quite a lot of hats, mostly ball caps, beanies and berets. She also really loves utilizing long and thin scarves when she's wearing a short skirt or shorts. She also occasionally will wear a headband, heavily inspired by Blair waldorf. In the colder weather she's almost always rocking ear muffs. She absolutely loves wearing bayonetta glasses, she has so many pairs. Honorable mentions are leg and arm warmers. 

jewelry: she's a silver girl!  She loves rings, she usually has about four on at a time, small ones, chunky ones, one with crystals or gems, any type of rings really.  She loves layering necklaces. She also occasionally wears anklets and waist chains, it really depends on her outfit. With bracelets she wears all different types, charm bracelets, friendship bracelets, cuff bracelets, again it really depends on her outfit. 

makeup: isn't really the biggest fan of makeup, she prefers her bare face! She has her own personal makeup artist who does her makeup for her when she goes to events etc. but when she does do her own makeup, she really only does her eyes and lips! She prefers darker eye makeup, red or nude tones for her lips, sharp eyeliner and highlighter! 

scars: none 

sexuality: bisexual 

Height: 5’7

piercing(s): 1 in each ear, bellybutton

tattoo(s): she has this one on her lower back, and this one on her left arm. She wants to get more! 

face claim: Dua Lipa 

ꪆ୧ FAVORITES .ᐟ

food(s): pasta, sweets, almonds, pomegranates, cherries, steak, macaroons

drink(s): cherry coke, water, redbull, hot chocolate, shirley temples 

color(s): black, reds, earth tones 

animal(s): horses, cats, sloths 

bands and artist: måneskin, rihanna, ciara, lady gaga, gwen stefani, the weekend 

show(s): gossip girl, supernatural, game of thrones, criminal minds 

movie(s): the devil wears prada, scooby doo, mamma mia, lotr, twilight, 

person: her mom and younger brother arthur 

ꪆ୧ BACKGROUND  .ᐟ

julie was born on a rainy day in monaco, on november 15th, 1999

julie was a very quiet child, her parents worried that she would have trouble making friends so they put her in ballet when she was 5. 

julie was naturally very talented at ballet and she enjoyed it very much

she started karting when she was 6, still also doing ballet

she started equestrian sports when she was 12 and stopped when she was 15. 

julie quit ballet when she was 17, giving karting/driving all her attention. 

she had her debut in in f1, in 2019 for the team mercedes 

It was a fantastic year, she got four wins and 326 points. 

but she left Mercedes after one year, signing with redbull. 

in 2020 she dropped her first single 

she created her youtube channel in 2020, she now has surpassed 10 million followers 

her modeling career started in 2022, and it instantly kicked off, becoming a very successful and sought after model 

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS  .ᐟ

Juliette drove for Mercedes in her rookie year, she got four wins and 326 points . . . fans of course were not happy that a female was dominating her rookie year, so of course a nasty rumor was created. The rumor that spread like hot fire was that Juliette was having an inappropriate relationship with Toto Wolff.

Which was false, Toto was like a father figure to Juliette but the fans didn’t care, booing her and trending hate for her on Twitter.

Juliette drove for Redbull for the next season, and is still driving for Redbull.

Juliette is known for being one of the most influential drivers on the grid, for the wide range of her career.

Juliette has dropped a few albums, some singles and ep’s, she’s a model, an ambassador for Gucci, and she has a YouTube channel with over 10 million subscribers, where she posts all different kinds of content, she’s walked on runways.

The interviewers love her (besides a few) a lot of fans say she’s like seb with how she has the habit of flirting with the female interviewers.

She is quite the flirt, confident with herself

She’s a party girl, in a club or on a yacht, she loves her parties !!

A lot of people assume she’s a bitch because of her resting face, her confidence and the way she doesn’t take any shit, but she’s genuinely a sweetheart.

Besides Lewis she is the driver that has the most celebrity friends

No one is surviving eye contact with her, in the words of lando “she has a really strong gaze, very alluring — like a siren yeah”

The amount of dating rumors Lando and Juliette have is insane, but they are simply just best friends !!!

She loves swimming, she loves visiting tropical places

Everyone swears she’s a mermaid/siren for her love of the water

She has stated many times that her favorite sport besides f1 is hockey.

She has been seen coming to many hockey games, even having many friends that are hockey players.  (Trevor Zegras, Cole caufield and more)

She loves baking

She owns several houses all over the world

She is a major passenger princess

SHE IS THE IT GIRL

She hates coffee

She definitely loves going out and partying, but she also loves staying in.

She was such a daddy’s girl

She talks to her mom every single day

She loves and I mean loves running

No matter how hungover she is, she’s always having her morning run.

She loves and I mean loves horses !!

Her dream is to retire, buy her own ranch and just get a ton of horses to take care of and love, maybe her own vineyard.

Her most prized possession is her yacht . . .  That’s crazy to say omg.

She has kept all of her relationships a secret!

She loves doing collaborations

A character she’s most like is Blair waldorf

She’s a very strong woman, but sometimes things really get to her and she just needs space.

She has a bad habit of distancing herself from others when she’s hurt or upset

She’s been to 3 met galas

She will kick anyone’s ass in golf

‘The princess of Monaco’

She is very open about her crush on leighton meester

She’s a switch

She has a great relationship with everyone on the grid !

Her and Pierre have a love hate relationship

She has such a flirty personality, she loves making people flustered.

She’s a fantastic driver, and won’t let anyone tell her different just because she’s a girl.

She has said her grid son is ollie bearman

Yuki loves her sm! They are such a underrated duo

She loves hockey, but she’s a terrible skater

She hates drive to survive, they like to make her and max look like the villain.

She secretly can’t stand one driver on the grid.

She loves sleep sm

She’s genuinely such a family girl

She was the troublemaker of her family

She hates cold feet

Her brother’s friends have always had a crush on her and she loved teasing them about it.

She keeps her music taste a secret from the public

Lewis will always have her back no matter what, she’s his grid kid.

The public goes crazy for post race Juliette

She loves her team, she’s extremely close to all of them !!

She alternates from black to red hair a lot, but her hair is very healthy !!!

Doesn’t go anywhere without a pair of sunglasses

Macaroons are the way to her heart

A lot of people get surprised by how friendly she is

She loves game of thrones

She is not a lightweight

Is a really good dancer !! Did ballet for a long time

Low waisted pants are her best friend.

The only one who can rock Jorts

Always has red or black nails

She’s a silver girly

her instagram is @/JulietteLeclerc

Has a private Instagram ‘@/lettiesworld’

°. — taglist ( @cixrosie @toasttt11 @lovings4turn )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( so this is the introduction to juliette !! I really hope you guys like her, omg I’m so excited for this AU !!! I didn’t mention Mat and Quinn because they will have their own profile !!! Oh I’m so excited, please let me know what you guys think !!! )

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f1 drivers as meet-cutes ₊˚⊹⋆ pt. 2

summary: a continuation of pt. 1, some small blurbs about meeting drivers in equally awkward and romantic situations! featuring: OP81, LN44 and GR63 warnings: none!

a/n: didn't really plan on making a pt2 this soon but the Oscar one came to me in a vision and i just had to (also yes George's one is basically the scene from notting hill and Lando's isn't technically a meet cute but shh) ... but hope u enjoy!!

ᝰ.ᐟ Oscar Piastri - forced proximity

Planning to catch a train home during peak hour on a Wednesday evening had not been one of your best ideas. And this thought only echoed as you rushed down the station steps, shoving past many blazer and winter coat clad bodies to make it to your train on time. Luckily, and partially thanks to the boost your adrenaline had given you, you managed to squeeze through the doors just as they were closing. The relieved sigh you were on the verge of letting out was interrupted though, replaced by a much more imminent feeling of claustrophobia as you notice how packed the train really is.

As if this isn’t enough, the train makes a sudden stop, flinging your unsteady figure onto the body of the person beside you. Embarrassed by the sudden closeness, but also too busy trying to recompose yourself and your bag, you gaze upwards to be met with the composed, but not emotionless, eyes of a beautiful stranger. They’re so brown and inviting, even set within his seemingly cool expression that you can’t help but feel entranced by them. You’re brought out of this trance though, as you notice him mouthing to you - “Are you okay?” - to which you can only nod in a jerky, flustered way. A string of hushed apologies spills out of your mouth until you notice his hand hovering closely around your waist, which you tell yourself he’s just doing to keep you upright, but this does little to calm your nerves.

You feel yourself sweating bullets as an endless amount of lumps form in your throat, making it hard to speak and alleviate what is already one of the most awkward situations you’ve been in in a while. But, you’re still so deeply lost in this stranger’s eyes and the way he keeps glancing over at you to make sure you’re alright and even silently leaning himself so as to offer his own body as support that you can’t stop yourself from blurting out a “What’s your name?”. To this, he responds with “Oscar”, his tone so warming in the midst of the cold train carriage that you find yourself stuttering out more words as excuses to keep the conversation, and his attention, going. Peak-hour train rides were never a good idea, but maybe this one wasn’t so bad.

ᝰ.ᐟ Lando Norris - roommates

All you wished for in your first year of university was to have a normal roommate and to get on with your studies. But when you arrived to your ‘move-in’ day to be greeted with empty boxes as far as your eye could physically see and no room mate waiting to greet you, you knew your wishes would not be fulfilled.

And this only grew more apparent over the beginning months you spent in your dorm. The boxes cleared up over the first couple of days, but only to be replaced with their contents - clothes, shoes, beaten-up golf balls - strewn across floors. Your roommate’s name became less of an identifier and more of an accomplice to your never-ending complaints about him, to the point where your friends were well acquainted with the man despite never having met him.

“Lando left ten half-full glasses of milk on the countertop for me when I woke up for morning class this morning.”

“I’m so sick of Lando making so much noise when he comes home after parties, he wakes me up every time.”

"Would it kill Lando to take his dirty clothes to the laundry and actually wash them instead of waiting until they amass at the foot of his bed?"

But all you could do was handle it in silence as best you could - picking up his mess, cleaning his milk glasses and making sure he was in bed after a late night out. Yet through it all, you found yourself strangely endeared by the roommate you so often complained about, after a while of living around each other and becoming attuned to one another’s routines and habits. Because for every stray sock left hanging over a couch, there was a warm bagel from the cafe he visited after his morning runs waiting for you on the counter. For every night he woke you up with his drunken stumbling there would be another when you kept him up with trivial discussions like which Spice Girl each of your professors would be. For every “It’s only been a month but I swear to god Lando is driving me nuts,” there was a "It’s only been a month, but I’m really starting to like Lando.”

ᝰ.ᐟ George Russell - a coffee accident

You’re late. Terribly, awfully, insanely late to a meeting you had had written in your schedule for over two weeks now. But somehow, through a series of poorly-timed coincidences including a family of ducks crossing the road your bus was going through and a hold up at the coffee shop because of a misplaced latte, you find yourself walking as fast as you can towards your office. You’re so caught up in getting to where you need to go in the least amount of time that you’re almost not thinking about any of the people you’re careening past, or the fact that you left the coffee shop in such a rush that you forgot to get a lid for your cup.

That is, until you smash headfirst into the chest of someone as you turn the final corner to your office and you feel your precious caffeine surge up into the air before splashing down onto the white, ironed and seemingly very expensive shirt of some poor stranger. A complimentary “Shit!” comes spilling out of your mouth alongside it, your empty cup falling defeated to the ground beside you. Looking up you lock onto the stranger’s deep blue eyes, which look less mad and more confused at the situation at hand. Still, even with a splatter of dark brown on his shirt, you’re taken aback by how oddly handsome he is, although this seems to add another layer to your insanely bad luck this morning. You’re about to start listing off as many sincere ways to say ‘sorry’ as you can muster until a glance at your watch reminds you of the meeting you’re supposed to be almost halfway through by now.

So instead, you pull out one of the coffee shop napkins you had shoved into your pocket as well as a pen. Hastily, you scratch your phone number alongside an ‘IOU’, pocketing both and slamming the napkin onto the now damp and stained shirt of the stranger who only looks at you with a, now partially amused, expression. “Just give me a call-” you say, trying to think of a respectful way to address him before he comes to the rescue. “George,” he replies, still oddly calm. “George,” you say, as if to yourself, before patting him on the shoulder and restarting your sprint towards your office. Soon, you finally found yourself at the front doors of your office, but strangely enough just before opening them you thought about how exactly you would repay the handsome stranger - since offering to buy him a coffee now seemed ironic and a bit inconsiderate, maybe he would prefer tea.

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Polo Position (Formula 1 x lectora)

Resumen: La cena de Navidad pasó sin pena ni gloria, con una confesión extraña y la votación final para el stream especial.

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El descanso había terminado, y los pilotos volvieron a sus lugares en la gran mesa para retomar la discusión. Otra vez Tania estaría en las nubes, con la diferencia de que Lando sí se animaría a escribirle en esta ocasión.

"¿Qué dibujas ahora? ¿Peces otra vez?"

Tania levantó la mirada, barriendo el lugar hasta encontrar a Lando. Le sonrió apenas lo encontró al frente, pero su mirada volvió a su libreta, garabateando apurada algo que solo le generaba más y más curiosidad al piloto.

Lando sonrió, mirando a la mujer que le guiñaba un ojo de forma disimulada. La vio cerrar su agenda y finalmente prestar atención a la reunión. Terminó reclamando mejores y más rápidas decisiones en cuanto a inclemencias del clima, reclamos que Russell no tardó en apoyar.

—Kiki. Osito.—

Apenas salió de la reunión, Tania siguió a su par de amigos, colgándose de los hombros del segundo.

—¿Sigue en pie lo de Navidad?—Oliver la abrazó por la cintura, sintiéndose bien por la cercanía.

—Si, querido. Ven a casa luego del brindis, subiremos a la azotea. Ya pedí permiso.—Tania presionó sus mejillas con cariño al romper el abrazo—. Haremos un video corto al final diciendo los ganadores del sorteo ¿Te parece bien?—

—Lo que tu quieras, linda... Imagino que yo ganaré.—

—Eso lo decide la gente, no yo. Pide que voten por ti, Osito...—

Tras unas vagas charlas y saludos en la entrada del predio, cada piloto se fue por su parte, y Tania no sería la excepción. Quería irse temprano, pues debía organizar lo que haría en Navidad. En su país el horario iba diferente, por lo que quería saludar a sus padres a tiempo. Y para eso quería estar tranquila. Sola. En su casa.

Luego iría con Mary para Noche buena.

—Es muuuy de los Villaquien, del Grinch... Pero es hermoso ¿No crees?—

Oliver miraba embelesado como la mujer daba pequeñas vueltitas, haciendo que el vestido ondeara con gracia.

—Muy hermoso, sí... ¿Segura de que quieres estar afuera? Hace frío para que estés con esa ropa.—

—Oh, no te preocupes. Usaré un blazer... Y estoy lo suficientemente alcoholizada como para no tener frio.—Tania tomó unas botellas y las acomodó en la hielera, caminando a la entrada de su departamento—. ¿Vamos?—

Después del brindis en casa de Mary, Tania pasó un rato más con la mujer y su familia. Pero en cuanto Oliver le envió un mensaje, ya estaba en un taxi camino a su hogar.

—¿Fue buena la cena al menos?—Oliver subió al ascensor, mirando a la mujer que subía detrás de él.

—Fue bonita, la casa de Mary es un lujo y su familia es linda... Pero la verdad es que el espíritu navideño aquí es muy diferente al de casa... Extraño el aire de Argentina, su calidez... Todos menos el caluroso e insoportable clima... ¿Qué hay de ti? ¿Thomas pudo cenar con ustedes?—

—Si, los cinco nos reunimos en casa... Pero no son tan divertidas las cenas festivas. No desde que papá ya no quiere ver a sus hermanos. Me gustaba cuando nos reuníamos todos...—

—Si, suele pasar. Mi padre tampoco tiene buena relación con su hermano... Como sea, ya no importa. Estamos los dos aquí, con alcohol y un pequeño reproductor de música. Será divertido.—Oliver le sonrió.

En cuanto llegaron al último piso, salieron del ascensor y subieron a la azotea por la escalera, pues era un trayecto que debía hacerse sí o sí a pie. Asi que ahí estaban, subiendo entre risas la breve docena de escalones. El frío los golpeó de prepo al abrir la puerta de acceso a la azotea, y por un segundo se cuestionaron la elección. Eso disminuyó al ver que el encargado del hotel había dejado una estufa de exterior en el pequeño jardin del lugar. Tania se apresuró en dejar las cosas sobre la pequeña mesita y encender la calefacción.

—Ahora sí...—Corrió el pequeño sofá hacia debajo de un techo para resguardarse de la nieve, tumbándose en el sofá—. Ven, Osito. Acompáñame.—palmeó a un lado.

Oliver se sentó a su lado, suspirando con alivio. Entonces echó la cabeza hacia atrás, notando algo colgando del techo.

—Mira.—señaló el manojo de hojas sobre sus cabezas.

—¿Y esto qué es? Parece el ramo de olivos del miércoles de ceniza.—

—Es un muérdago, genia ¿No hay de esos en tu pais?... ¿Qué es eso de cenizas?—

—Semana santa, cosa de cristianos... como sea. No, esa cosa es tradición de tu pais.—sirvió un poco de vodka y jugo de naranja en un vaso, mirando el dichoso muérdago—. ¿Qué hacen con las ramitas?—

—Si dos personas se paran debajo, se deben dar un beso.—

Para sorpresa de Oliver, Tania apretó sus mejillas cual sándwich y dejó un beso en su frente.

—¿Feliz?—Oliver rió nervioso.

—En la frente no cuenta.—

—... ¿En la mejilla?—la chica lo miró con curiosidad antes de darle un sorbo a su bebida. Pero Oliver no contestó.

Tania dejó el vaso sobre la mesita y se acercó dispuesta a darle un beso en la mejilla, pero en cuanto sus labios rozaron su piel, Oliver volteó el rostro. Y sus labios encontraron los de ella.

—Oliver...—Tania se alejó enseguida, sintiendo que el alcohol se disipaba de su cuerpo por la situación.

—Estoy perdidamente enamorado de ti, Tania...—soltó en un arrebato de sinceridad. Sintiendo que era su momento.

La mujer lo miró con sorpresa, sin saber qué decir.

—... Somos amigos, Oliver. Debes estar confundido y no-

—No es nada de eso, llevo meses dándole vueltas al asunto y estoy muy seguro de esto.—el chico se sintió impaciente al ver la expresión conflictiva de la mujer.

—Yo... Lo siento pero no puedo corresponder esto que sientes... No...—suspiró—. No sé qué decirte.—

—No hace falta que digas nada...Lo sé.—Oliver sonrió con cierta decepción—. Solo... quería que lo supieras, ya me pesaba el sentimiento.—Se lleva la mano al pecho—. Sé que no soy Lando o Charles como para tener tu atención pero-

La chica lo abrazó con fuerzas.

—Tú eres mucho más importante para mi que ellos, Oliver... Y sé que no es lo que quieres escuchar pero... Eres un gran amigo, y te quiero muchísimo.—lo abrazó aún más fuerte—. De verdad lo siento...—Oliver la abrazó de vuelta.

—¿No hay una mínima oportunidad de que me dejes intentar algo?—

Tal vez en otro momento, Tania hubiese dicho que si.

Podrían intentarlo. Dos amigos, despejando dudas y descubriendo sentimientos... No le desagradaba la idea, pues Oliver llegó a interesarle en cierto punto, durante sus épocas de Formula 2. Pero ahora la piloto tenía ya demasiadas cuestiones sentimentales como para también sumar otra. Y lo último que quería era lastimar a Oliver. No quería darle ilusiones donde no las había.

—No, corazón... Prefiero evitar dramas entre nosotros.—Tania se separó de él, pero no tardó en acomodarse a su lado, recostando la cabeza en su hombro—. Te quiero mucho como para generarte confusiones.—

—... ¿A Kimi le hubieses dado chance?—

—Ah, a él sí, por supuesto.—respondió con seguridad, haciéndolo reír por lo bajo.

—¿Esto es porque no me gustan los zombies?—

—Pues claro.—

Un silencio algo raro los rodeó, pero al menos el momento tenso ya había pasado.

—¿Cómo será todo ahora? Creo... Que arruiné nuestra amistad.—Tania negó, acurrucándose a su lado.

—Yo no quiero que te alejes... Asi que si no te molesta, quédate conmigo ¿Si?—Oliver se relajó, pasando su brazo por la espalda de la mujer y acercándola aún más.

—Claro que me quedaré...—

Puede que ella lo haya rechazado de la forma más suave y considerada posible, pero Oliver no daría todo por perdido. Todavía conservaría esperanzas.

Y mientras tanto, se conformaría con su cercanía.

Lando.

Franco.

Carlos.

Liam.

Esos fueron los ganadores de la votación.

—¿Por qué alguien votaría al boludo de Lawson?—

—Pensé que te caia bien.—

—No es que me caiga mal o bien pero... ¿Por qué no ganó Yuki o Lewis?—

—Porque a la gente le gusta joder.—Franco miraba divertido a su amiga, quien revisaba por millonésima vez los resultados—. ¿Soy copiloto?—

—No, corazón. El más votado fue Lando, asi que vos te vas atrás.—lo escuchó quejarse.

La chica se dedicó a avisarle a todos sobre los resultados, para confirmar su disponibilidad el día siguiente.

—Lando seguro se va a reunir con la zorra de Magui... Esa chica no me gusta.—

—A vos no te gusta nadie...—Franco revisó los mensajes que le envió a los pilotos—. Mirá, Lando contestó.—

—¿Qué dice?—la chica se colgó de su hombro.

—"Lo tomo. Tomaré lo que sea que tú me ofrezcas, corazón"... Que horror.—Franco le lanzó el celular a la chica, quien sonrió por la mueca de asco de su amigo.

Tania revisó el celular, sonriendo aún más al ver que Lando dejaba un último mensaje.

"Ya tengo tu regalo conmigo ¿Te importa si te lo llevo esta noche a tu casa?"

[hungriestheidi]

jendo - virginity!

(uh, this happened)

Lando grew up on Jenson’s house parties. He was his father’s coworker, then a friend and finally, Lando’s uncle. Not by blood but by that association children make of the friends their parents bring home and the pervasive need for the adults to say ‘this is your uncle/aunt’ to make sense of confusing links. As if that doesn't make it worse later on.

Now, finally old enough to walk into a pub without feeling like he’d be hunted for sport if people found he was a wee lad under 18, he’s been set loose in Jenson’s birthday party. His parents are off for the weekend and he is sitting in one of the stools at Jenson’s breakfast bar, drinking aperol spritz and talking to one of the few people here who are under 30. Her name is Jenny and she is a bartender. She met Jense when she had to kick him out of the bar at 3am and he apologized the next day with chocolate and backseat sex. 

Hearing about Uncle Jense’s sex life through snippets spilled from other people’s mouths comes to feel like trying to make a complete picture out of the scraps left after making a collage. It makes Lando’s head swim. A backseat shot, a bathroom blowjob, a threesome in Berlin, ‘did you know he slept with a guy working in Vogue?’ ‘He fucked that finnish guy, didn’t he?’ ‘No, but he tried!’

“Here’s my favourite lad!”

He comes unannounced, his hand heavy on Lando’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough to bruise and Lando whines and squirms. And Jenson laughs. His smile appears first and the rest of his face materializes a second later in his eyes. He’s magnetic, vibrant, with a silk blue shirt and a white blazer, matching pants, a thin silver chain hanging from his neck, blonde hair went salt and pepper last summer, he’s ditched dying his hair in exchange for tanning beds. A chemical for a chemical and a daiquiri malibu with ice to clink against Lando’s half full glass of aperol. 

“Cha-ching, are you having a good time?”

“We were talking about you,” Jenny says, Lando had forgotten she was there. 

Jenson quips an eyebrow, looking at Lando. “Bad things only I hope.” And he winks. 

“The worst” She winks, downs her Cuba Libre in one go and says she doesn’t remember how they became friends after hooking up and Jenson replies ‘I’m charming like that’.

Jenny leaves, Jenson stays, picking a stool and throwing Lando a look that tells him there is a certain humiliation to come in whatever Jenson will ask. 

“Wanna know who was my first?” Lando nods and Jenson’s smile turns wicked. “Miss Wingham, from Peckham, my sister’s French tutor. She had tits that made you dream…”

Lando laughs, desperate to cover the awkward lump growing inside his throat, something sandy and irritating lodged just under the epiglottis. 

Jenson puts a hand on his back, patting the space between his shoulder blades. Lando can feel his warmth even through his shirt.

“Who was yours?”

He looks away, down, up, at what remains of his drink and then at the tips of his shoes dangling just an inch away from the floor. Shrugging, he finally dares to look back at Jenson, his lips pulling back to reveal a toothy grin that means nothing. And Jenson just stares. 

“Really?” His hand, high on Lando’s back, falls slightly. It’s a subtle drop, maybe he’s disappointed his little disciple learnt nothing of the art of seducing and conquering. “Saving it for someone special?” Lando chuckles and shakes his head. His throat has gone dry and chasing the remains of orange at the bottom of his glass is not making him feel better. 

Jenson’s hand reaches the small of his back, Lando’s shirt rides up when he moves and he can feel Jenson’s palm on his skin. 

“Did you bring a birthday gift, Landito?”