Bruce, why are you, as a man, walking in such a babygirly way, in front of another man.
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Oscar or Lando (or both) x male reader who's always cold? They'll be on the paddock and reader steals their jacket / softshell jacket
Winter Season LN4&OP81
Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!
Summary: Poor reader gets cold, but luckily he has two walking radiators and their jackets
Reader: Male/Genderneutral
Warnings: Noneee
Now playing: (again) 'Video Games' by Lana del Rey
AN: Hey there anon! This is a really cute request! <3
I still have one req to do but im tired as hell, so i'll probably go sleep now and write it after i wake up!
His eyes trailed your figure as you hurried into his driver’s room. Wait, that was his jacket? Lando still had time before qualifying, so he went to inquire.
The racetrack was vivid, people chatting, motors roaring and interviewers scrambling for crumbs they could feed to the media. Though the only thing that was on his mind; why were you in such a hurry? Was everything ok? Were you injured?
His thoughts raced through his head like the 300 km/h Mclaren he’ll be driving soon. Though the loud thoughts stopped as he turned the handle and saw you sitting inside the room, huddled up in his jacket and an additional blanket that you got from God knows where.
“Are you alright baby?”, his voice was full of worry and his ciel bleu eyes searched your face for any discomfort. You reached out your hands towards him, motioning him to take them in his own. A light gasp left him as your freezing cold fingers touched his big warm hands. “You’re cold?”, humming lightly you sunk even deeper into the pile of fabric you had buried yourself in. The silence after was cut short as the door burst open again. Oscars sweet eyes gazed at you and Lando. “Is everything alright?”, it was almost comical how his worried expression resembled Lando’s from before. He entered the room, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “He’s cold.” Lando mumbled while leaning against the wall.
“Wait, you can wear my jacket over Landos, it’s a bit bigger.”, he carefully pulled you to your feet and wrapped his Papaya jacket around you, pulling up the hood and giving you a small kiss on the nose. Lando had now made his way behind you and snuck his arms around your waist. Oscar smiled before embracing Lando in a sweet kiss, one hand on your waist, the other on the back of Lando’s neck.
The aussie risked a quick look at the wallclock, widening his eyes lightly. “Lan, we should get going.” Lando still had his arms around you, resting his body against your figure. “Are you feeling warm enough to come outside and watch?”, you indeed did.
The jackets helped warm you up and you also wouldn’t complain about being close to your walking-radiator boyfriends.
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