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I need you to make me feel something. I’m begging you, please. by atec4m
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11 Jul 2025
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Landoscar going through the 2025 F1 season.
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"You're a fucking coward, Oscar!"
Oscar lets go of the door handle and turns so fast that Lando's breath hitches. Dark, angry eyes meet his as Oscar takes a step towards him.
"Don't start," Oscar says quietly, but his voice is full of anger. His driver room suddenly feels too small, but not in an exciting way. "Don't even dare to judge me if you're not better yourself."
Lando swallows hard at Oscar's words. But what did he expect? Nothing more. He wants to yell at Oscar and shake him, but he knows that wouldn't change anything.
"At least I can talk about it," Lando snaps back. "About us."
He's had enough. This cat and mouse game. If Oscar wants to pretend like everything is normal, then fine, but Lando won't do that.
To his surprise, Oscar laughs. A short, bitter laugh that sinks directly into Landos heart and lands where it hurts the most.
"There is no us. And there never will be."
OR: Lando and Oscar are both fighting for the drivers championship in the 2025 season and for control over a rivalry that’s starting to feel dangerously personal.
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16 Jun 2026
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A harmless interview joke shouldn't be enough to ruin Oscar Piastri's day.
And yet, one careless comment from Lando sends him spiraling in a direction he never meant to go.
What starts as quiet irritation quickly becomes something far harder to ignore. As the day unfolds, the distance between them grows, misunderstandings pile up, and years of carefully buried feelings become impossible to hide.
Because sometimes jealousy isn't really about the person standing in the middle.
Sometimes it's about the person you've wanted all along.
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16 Jun 2026
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"Lando," Oscar scolds, waving the note at him. "You were supposed to take these four hours ago."
"I'm sorry," Lando whispers, bringing the blankets up to his nose. He's not that sorry, really– I mean, look at what not taking his meds got him: Either Oscar 'Cool, calm and collected' Piastri fussing over him, or a very convincing hallucination of him.
or: post Brazil 2024 Lando gets a massive cold, so he has the brilliant idea to ask his teammate slash fuckbuddy slash guy he's in love with to help him
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15 Jun 2026
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When Lando blindly reached over to shut off his alarm, his exhaustion quickly turned to confusion when the sound stopped before he could even reach his phone. Rubbing his eyes with one fist before prying them open, he nearly jumped out of his skin upon seeing another figure standing beside the bed in his still half-asleep state. It was always just him and the kids in the mornings; there was no reason for anyone else to be there.
The panic left as soon as he processed that it was just Oscar, but-
“What’re you doing here? You’re in Barcelona,” Lando murmured, voice slightly broken and thick from sleep.
Well, he was supposed to be in Barcelona, at least.
Oscar leaned down to kiss his forehead, brushing some of the curls away from his face gently. “Go back to sleep, baby. I’m flying out tomorrow. I’ll take care of the kids today, yeah?”
Lando slowly blinked up at him a couple of times, trying to properly process the information. The promise of being able to go back to sleep for once sounded a little too good to be true; he considered for a moment if he was actually still dreaming.
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lando needs a break, and oscar takes a day off to take care of him
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14 Jun 2026
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“Lando, right. I’m Oscar. We’ve got everything under control in there now, the rest of the guys are just finishing up a few final checks before the scene is fully cleared. Just wanted to- Shit, sorry, you must be freezing. Here,” the man - Oscar - replied, suddenly pulling off the thick fire retardant jacket he was wearing and draping it around Lando’s shoulders.
Lando’s eyes widened for a moment, nearly choking on air while he inadvertently looked over the man's physique that was now visible, which… Good god. His biceps were cruelly massive, the tight black shirt he was wearing accentuating his broad chest, and Lando felt like he could just about pass out. The warmth of the jacket was nice, too, but the cold had suddenly felt much less pressing.
“Thanks,” he choked out, clearing his throat. “Yeah, uh… Pretty cold out here.”
Oscar laughed quietly, as if Lando couldn’t get any more infatuated, but he quickly moved on. “No problem at all, mate. ‘S what we’re here for. Just, maybe stick to takeaway next time, yeah? As nice as it is to meet you, I’d hate to be showing back up here for another fire.”
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In which Oscar is a firefighter, and Lando is down bad
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