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Every point he’d gotten since Baku felt like something stolen. Like he’d been the one crashing Oscar’s car into walls, the one telling him to risk it all on every turn, or the one making him miserable after every race.
But—Brazil had been perfect. Right?
Oscar had crashed into a wall. Oscar had rammed into another car. Oscar had gotten a ten seconds penalty. And Lando had extended the lead by fifteen points.
Lando couldn’t be happier.
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Oscar exhales loudly through his nose, working to set his face in a strict, flat expression. “What? No, you can’t look through my things.”
“Aw, why not?” A whine tears out of Lando’s mouth. His lips even form a little pout. “Please, Osc? You were such a cute kid! I want to see what cute little Oscar collected.”
“It’s not just from when I was a kid,” Oscar tries. “I mean, there’s stuff from school and karting and stuff.”
Lando scoffs a bit. “Ok, well, your mum sent it, so I know there’s not like your weird hentai in there or something. Well… maybe if she’s cool with the bottom eyes. But still, I wanna know what teen Oscar liked too.”
“Ok, I don’t watch hentai just because I learned Japanese, you freak,” Oscar says. “And even if I did, do you really think I would keep that as a keepsake?”
“Well, I can find out if you let me see what’s inside.”
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A box of Oscar's childhood keepsakes accidentally gets delivered to Lando's apartment. Somehow, this leads to Lando discovering the full extent of Oscar's fanboy era, watching Heated Rivalry together, getting over lost championships, and learning how to go from pining rivals/teammates to something more.Bookmarked by 434c3812
15 Jan 2026
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eddie realises that he does NOT like thomas kinard, and neither does literally anyone
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But Ghost didn’t seem to mind, quietly filling the kettle before setting it to boil, those dark eyes watching as John paced the kitchen, one arm flailing about in the air, the other locked tight around his half-melted pint of rocky road.
He told Ghost he was stressed. That the entire MacTavish clan was coming into town, which meant awkward hugs, judgmental stares, and nosy questions from people he hadn’t seen in years. John could handle all of that, he really could.
But what he couldn’t handle was the questions. Why he hadn’t settled down yet, why he didn’t have a nice Scottish girl on his arm.
Why he wasn’t married with a child on the way, because Ethel and James weren’t getting younger, and John was already too old. For fuck’s sake.
“Maybe I don’t want to bring home a wee lass,” John had snapped, voice cracking as he dug his spoon in harder than necessary, a brown, congealed clump of freezer-burned rocky road flying onto the floor. “Maybe I don’t even like women, has anyone considered that?”
And there, in less than twenty words, John had completely outed himself.
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I miss the way you say my name (the way you bend, the way you break) by imnotmadeofeyes
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
09 Feb 2025
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War has a way of doing that to a soldier, Soap knows. It’s why he’s shagged so many men and women in his old task forces, it's why he's shagged Ghost and even shagged Price that one time, years ago, before joining the 141. Human touch makes human. And he craves Ghost's touch more than should be humanly possible.
In the chaos of their military life, Ghost and Soap crash into each other.
OR: A self-indulgent Friends With Benefits fic with tons of sex before they start communicating.
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13 Jan 2026