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“Nervous?” The way Oscar asked that, so matter of fact without a hint of judgement, made Lando realise that actually the nerves were even more stupid than he initially thought. Because Oscar had read that from looking at him for less than ten seconds. He’d read it from the way Lando was gently biting his bottom lip, the way his fingers were twitching in Oscar’s hand, the others tapping on his own thigh. He’d read it from the slight haze across his eyes, and the ever so slightly out of sync breathing.
“Yeah, but not like…” Lando pushed himself to his feet then, stepping close to Oscar, the tiny difference in height meaning he had to tip his head up slightly to brush his lips over Oscar’s again. “Not so much I don’t wanna do this.” Oscar needed to understand that. This wasn’t hesitancy, this was just being in his head.
“No, I know,” Oscar confirmed, voice steady and sure, telling Lando he really did know. “It’s weirder when we have to plan it like this. But it’s okay, you can stop thinking. I can look after you…”
Firsts don't have to be scary. Not when you can trust like Lando does.
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28 Dec 2025
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On the life of his whole career, Lando would swear he doesn’t mean for it to become a routine, the café.
Only, on Monday, Lewis stops technique to compliment Max’s extensions during centre adage – Max’s – and then directs his stupid, stuck-up, closed-lipped grin at Lando when he fucks up the timing of the same combination during his group’s rotation at it. And Lando can’t sit around the lobby avoiding everybody’s eyes after, feels like he’ll suffocate if he does, so he wraps his scarf around his neck another time and trudges the same four doors down, shoulders through the same door.
“Morning!” Oscar calls from behind the counter.
(Alternatively: Lando is a ballet dancer in timeout. Oscar works in a coffee shop. This is a Hallmark Christmas movie.)
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25 Dec 2025
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Five times Oscar walked into Lando's studio, and one time Lando walked into Oscar's.
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- Part 28 of CX's F1cs
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21 Dec 2025
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The room looked like a small storm had gone through it. An open suitcase lay half-packed on the floor, a chaotic mix of folded shirts and half-crumpled ones. One of Lando’s shoes had somehow ended up on the desk, the other resting upside down near the trash bin. A half-eaten banana sat forgotten beside his water bottle. And right in the middle of it all, sprawled across the little mountain of clothes and the suitcase like a cat who had claimed the only warm spot in existence, was Lando.
Half-naked, wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt that was halfway on one arm, he’d clearly meant to pack but had lost the battle spectacularly. A hoodie was draped over one leg, one arm stuck out from a jean like he’d given up halfway through tucking it in the suitcase. His curls were a mess, his face turned slightly toward the ground, mouth open just a bit as he breathed, completely out cold.
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- Part 39 of this world might be cruel but I'm here
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17 Dec 2025
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“No!” Lando sat up just long enough to glare before flopping back again, curls fanning across the pillow. “Pole is like… having the best head start in Mario Kart and then immediately getting blue-shelled. By you.”
Oscar chuckled, crossing the room and perching on the edge of the bed. “So you’re saying I’m the blue shell.”
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- Part 36 of this world might be cruel but I'm here
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16 Dec 2025