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"Not tonight," Oscar said simply, flatly, his grip tightening on him just a bit.
Lando's eyes darted around Oscar's face like he was trying to tell if he was joking or not. He almost looked panicked, which Oscar found faintly amusing, as if the concept of not getting laid was some world-ending tragedy.
"What? Why? Please?" He asked, his voice slightly hoarse from what was probably a mix of both the exertion of how long they'd been making out and how clearly desperate he already was.
"What time did you leave the hotel last night with those girls? Four in the morning?" Oscar paused, glancing down to Lando's lips for just a second. His stomach twisted in jealousy at even just reminding himself of the paparazzi photos. He knew perfectly well that he didn't have any claim over Lando; their arrangement was crystal clear. Always had been. But, fuck, it still stung nonetheless. "If you wanna get laid so bad, maybe just call one of them. I'm sure it was just as good as this, yeah?"
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17 Jul 2026
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Lando has a burner account.
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“Hey Oscar.” Came the unmistakable accent of Lando’s voice over the megaphone of the buggy parked one-hundred fifty metres down the shore. Oscar rolled his eyes. If Lando wanted to speak to him he should follow protocol and use the radio instead of sharing his conversation with the entire beach.
“Hey Oscar,” Lando repeated, the volume turned higher this time, causing the speaker to feedback. Oscar let out a sigh and grabbed his own megaphone.
“What?” He asked pointedly.
Or, the Bondi Lifeguard AU no one asked for.
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11 Jul 2026
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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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10 Jul 2026
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cada relacionamento nessa fanfic foi tão especial para mim... curou tudo que doía!!
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Oscar has bet that Lando couldn't score a brace on his first World Cup game, Lando loves proving him wrong. Somewhere, in the middle of football, they still find each other.