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“You listened to me,” Connor observed as he let his eyes wander across Hudson’s face, taking in the details of the make up that he was dying to ruin. He let his eyes rake further down and took notice of Hudson’s hastily thrown together fit: a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt.
Cute.
“I wanted this as much as you,” Hudson confessed, his voice disappearing into a whisper as Connor slowly leaned in again.
or: HudCon Met Gala fic
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- Part 3 of hudcon smut
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21 Jun 2026
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“Look, I don’t even know the guy. Oscar Piastri, right? That’s his name?” He shook his head, scoffing. “Not my type at all. I don’t go for…..Boring. And he looks like the type who’d rather talk about cars than.... Well, literally anything else.”
The interviewer laughed nervously, sensing the bite. But Lando grinned, satisfied, reckless in how he let the words slip. The quote spread like wildfire. Headlines ate it up.
“Lando Norris Laughs Off Dating Rumors With F1’s Oscar Piastri: ‘Not My Type At All’.”
Or, Lando, a globally recognized pop star managing the intense demands of his career, and Oscar, a Formula One driver currently dominating the World Driver's Championship, both desperately needed a week's break. Coincidentally, they both chose the same secluded location for their much-needed break from the spotlight.
Even though neither man had actually seen or interacted with the other during their overlapping vacation, the simple fact of their shared location quickly triggered immediate and widespread speculation. The media and fans soon fabricated a rumored relationship between the pop star and the formula one driver.
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09 Nov 2025
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It's Zandvoort 2025 just finished, and in the aftermath of about four different afterparties of pure depression, Lando Norris, the unluckiest F1 driver of all time, finds himself on his balcony, wallowing in self pity. The points gap to championship rival Oscar Piastri is fucking 34 now, making breaching it seem like a lost fucking hope. Not that Lando is known for his talents in the hope retention department.
As typical of him, lando gets crossfaded off his ass. His fake PR relationship 'girlfriend', Magui, left an hour ago. His family isn't here. He'd left Verstappen and Charles to snog behind a bar somewhere and hadn't seen them since. Lando feels like shite. He's inebriated.
He decides the best way to deal with his issues is to die.
The guy who stops him, is of course, fucking Piastri.
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23 Oct 2025