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Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.
A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.
“Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”
Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.
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ollie
hi
can we meet behind the mercedes garage?
please
kimi
yes sure
are u okay?
ollie
yeah im fine
kimi
okay, i’ll be there in 5
or Ollie really needs to tell Kimi something just before they drive their first free practice :)
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“Poor Oscar, man. Haven’t you heard?” Carlos said, sighing as if whatever happened personally affected him.
Lando released Carlos’s hands, gulping. Carlos now steadily eyes Lando’s expression, while he begins to grimace. Because now Lando knew that he wouldn’t just be a bystander but somehow a mentioned connection by those who weren’t able to keep their mouth shut. Partially at Lando’s own fault for not being able to keep his.
“Is Osc’ fine?” Lando asked, keeping his face calm while his voice, shaking, betrayed him.
“If your girlfriend of two years broke up with you, would you be fine?” Carlos asked, muttering curses in a foreign language underneath his breath. “I can’t believe it, Lily and Oscar were perfect–”
Carlos paused, looking thoughtfully at the table rather than back at Lando. “No offense or anything.”
Or: The soulmates au, where how close you are to getting with your soulmates is shown by three colors, red, yellow, and green; The five times Lando made a move, and the one time Oscar did.
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He can’t really tell when it happens but somewhere between the second and third game the hand on his hip stopped moving, he could feel the way Oscar softened slightly underneath him, his whole body going more pliant under his own.
‘Who’s hand is that’ ‘who’s behind Lando theres hair’ his eyes skim the chat, he can’t out Oscar like this not while he's asleep under him.
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Inspired by landoscar art of oscar asleep under lando while lando streams.
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Max can’t smell any of his usual aggression beneath the unusual spatter of Omega, sweet yet violent, and it makes his head spin.
“Max,” is all Charles says, voice breathless. He looks over his shoulder, quick, hasty, looks back. His eyes are wider, if possible. “We have— we have fucked up, I think.”
Series
- Part 1 of like fire and powder