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Oneshot Landoscar---
(landoscar/ angst / fuck buddies / fluff/ non explicit)
“Oh my God,” Lando whispers in his pillow, barely audible, the sound swallowed by the dim quiet of the bedroom.
His legs feel boneless, shaky where they’re tangled in the sheets, and his chest rises and falls like he just ran a marathon. Every part of him feels too raw, too open. Like his skin hasn’t settled back on properly yet, like he’s still coming down from something he doesn’t have words for.
Oscar moves beside him, the bed dipping slightly. He doesn’t speak.
Just reaches for the bottle of water on the nightstand and takes a slow sip, throat bobbing. His hair’s still damp from where Lando had run his fingers through it hours ago. Or minutes ago. Time’s gone syrupy.
They don’t look at each other. It’s easier that way, Lando thinks.
Eventually Oscar gets up without a word, stepping into his boxers and stretching his back with a quiet crack. He disappears into the bathroom, the soft click of the door punctuating the silence. Lando stares at the ceiling.
They’ve done this before. More than once. More than several times now. But this time Oscar cleaned him after. Had asked Lando if it feels good during it, if they need to change the angle, if he hurts him. Had kissed him not just with hunger but with something slower, something tender. Fingers brushing his face, brushing his jaw, brushing into him like he was something to be held. Not just used.
And that’s what’s confusing. Because they don’t talk.
They never talk.
He shifts under the sheets, feeling the way his thighs stick, how his body aches in the places Oscar had been focused on for far too long. His neck stings faintly where Oscar had sucked hard enough to leave a mark. There are handprints on his hips. There’s a scratch on his shoulder.
There’s a piece of Lando that still feels like belongs to Oscar now.
The door opens, and cool air drifts in. Oscar emerges shirtless, toweling off his hands, still slightly flushed from the shower. His expression is unreadable as he walks back to the bed, eyes sweeping over Lando’s face like he’s thinking about something.
“You should get in,” he says softly, voice low from disuse.
Lando nods but doesn’t move.
“You’re gonna regret it if you don’t. You smell like…” Oscar’s mouth twitches slightly, the closest thing to a smile. “...a locker room orgy.”
Lando exhales a sound that’s almost a laugh, but it gets caught somewhere behind his ribs. Oscar holds out a hand without waiting for a response, just quietly offering it. Lando takes it. Lets himself be pulled to unsteady feet. The carpet is soft under his toes. Lando steps past him, ducking his head as he goes.
The water’s still warm, still smells faintly like Oscar’s body wash, he washes quickly, roughly, not trusting himself to linger. He scrubs until every trace of sex is gone and still doesn’t feel clean. When he emerges, wrapped in a towel, Oscar is sitting on the edge of the bed again, fully dressed now. Simple plain hoodie, those dark blue baggy jeans. He’s scrolling something on his phone, calm and relaxed like nothing in his world is complicated.
Lando feels suddenly stupid in his own flat. Barefoot, flushed, towel slipping, heart thudding. Oscar glances up and says, “Come here,” like it’s nothing.
Like it means nothing.
Lando hesitates. Then crosses the floor slowly. Oscar holds out a clean pair of briefs. “Put these on.” Lando takes them wordlessly.
Once dressed, he fumbles for a shirt, but Oscar’s already moving, reaching for the one they’d discarded earlier and gently shaking it out. He steps in close, calm and quiet, and starts dressing him like it’s routine. Like it’s allowed. Almost like its nothing.
His hands are warm as they guide Lando’s arms through the sleeves. They pause briefly at the hem, smoothing the fabric down over his sides, his chest. It makes Lando want to lean into him. Just rest there. Just ask something, maybe. Anything.
But he doesn’t.
Oscar’s eyes flick up. “Is that okay?” Lando blinks. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, I just…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t know what the end of it is.
Oscar finishes buttoning the shirt, then steps back, giving him space. Like he knows. Like he feels the tension without needing it said. The silence between them stretches too long. Lando suddenly wishes Oscar would just say something. Make a joke. Say what this is.
Admit that this feels different now. That it’s not just fucking anymore. Instead, Oscar picks up Lando’s hoodie and tosses it to him.
“You’ve got that shoot at four, yeah?”
Lando swallows. “Yeah.”
“I‘m heading out then”.
The words are simple, but something in them twists in Lando’s stomach.
He nodds. “Right.”
Oscar starts gathering his things again, quiet and methodical. Toothbrush, laptop, charger. Lando watches him and feels the panic bloom behind his ribs.
Because Oscar’s being nice. Oscar is always nice. He listens to his rants about the team and the last race, doesn’t complain about eating proteinbars for breakfast the next morning, lets him fall asleep with a hand over his waist because Lando is always a bit more touchy. But he never says anything. Never defines it. Never asks.
And Lando is scared that if he does… he’ll ruin it. He bites the inside of his cheek, hard, and forces himself to speak.
“Do you… do you do this with anyone else?”
Oscar looks up slowly, brows drawing together. “What?”
“This,” Lando says. “Uhh- the staying over. Banging and stuff”.
Oscar’s eyes soften just slightly. “No.”
“Okay.”
Lando nods once. His throat feels thick. The relief is sharp but fleeting. It answers nothing. It solves nothing. It only makes it worse.
Because no one else means nothing if this still isn’t something.
Oscar steps a little closer, not quite touching. “I like… being here,” he says, after a second. “With you.”
Lando sways slightly. “But we’re not..?”
Oscar blinks. “Are you asking if we’re dating?”
Lando flushes. “No. I mean. I don’t know.”
Oscar studies him for a long moment. Then says, almost too quietly, “We don’t have to talk about it tonight.”
Lando wants to scream. Wants to ask why not. Wants to ask if it’s just him, spiraling. But he doesn’t.
Instead, he nods again, too quickly. “Okay.” Oscar leans in and presses a soft, warm kiss to his forehead. Then his temple. Then the left corner of his mouth. Pulls away before Lando can chase it. He slings his bag over one shoulder and heads to the door.
“I’ll text you later, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Lando says, standing in the middle of his own flat in a hoodie that doesn’t feel like it fits anymore. “Sure.”
The door clicks shut behind him.
#landoscar#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#fuck buddies#angst#ijustreallylikethewhole“fuckbuddie”universesoyeahenjoy#light angst#my beloved#f1#lando norris#oscar piastri
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This is a pretty big development for giving females in motorsport a bigger and more equal platform!! Super cool for F1 Academy and Doriane Pin ✨🙌🏻
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"I am the best. If you think otherwise its better to stay at home“
the ‘non-champion mentality’ in my opinion is one of the most damaging concepts of all. In other words it means: if you struggle with self-doubt, lack of self-confidence or mental health in general, you are not capable of success. This mindset acts as if you always have to be unwavering, uncompromising and above all doubt to get ahead. It takes a huge amount of skill, grit and determination to get into formula 1.
Lando is here and to decide to judge a f1 driver on his ability as you sit on your couch is crazy. We tend to want to transfer mindsets directly onto ourselves, magically change our thoughts and value without question the least.
Success has many faces - and mental challenges do not rule that out, they make it even more significant.
Yea thats it thank you for listening.
#f1#lando norris#f1 wdc#mental health#stand up#landoscar#*#formula one#just what i thought about all the recent shit right now
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mclaren wouldn’t have a constructors championship without lando norris. that’s it. that’s the post.
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I just want to put this somewhere cause I feel actual anger every time that I think about it - the hate towards Lando Norris is actually disgusting
First of all, he literally cannot catch a break!!!!!! Since McLaren have been competitive and LN has had the chance to fight for the championship, he has received nothing but hate and ridicule. Whether it be last year where he was still a little way away from Max in the championship, or at the beginning of this season when he was leading it himself. Nothing that this man does is good enough for all of you keyboard warriors, and it's sad to see.
Clearly, the man struggles with his mental health a little bit. But his openness should be revolutionary! The fight for mental health has always been overshadowed by toxic masculinity and the fact that in this day and age we have sportsmen who are willing to speak about it to the media is amazing. Men struggle with their mental health just as much as women, but are shamed for acknowledging that and that is exactly what you're all doing to LN.
And don't get me started on the hate towards him and Magui 😂
No matter what kind of a person she might be, YOU have no say in his dating life. I don't know how many of you need to hear this, but you are not going to date Lando Norris at any point in your life. He deserves to live his life the way we are all entitled to, without getting criticised for every little thing he does, and the criticism should not reach his friends/acquaintances by extension. We're all human, we all make mistakes.
No matter if he is quiet, polite, rude, winning, losing, upside down, backwards or sideways, he's still a human being. Remember that before putting anything online.
Rant over tbh thanks
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since your post earlier, i always get the chapter at around 2/3 in the „morning“ (because of time differences i guess, amma european) AND GUESS WHO STAYED UP FOR THIS LAST NIGHT😭😭
(love you you make the update-dates my fav dates, xoxoxoxox)
i accidentally did math wrong in my brain at 6am and overslept so i'm so incredibly sorry but ch 14 won't be out until like 12 hours from now. if ur mad that's ok you can join the club. srry.
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The most hypocritical anti Byler argument:
"Why can't two boys just be friends? Why do you have to make everything gay!?"
Whenever I hear this argument or some variation of it, I think back to my two cousins, one a girl and the other a boy. (He was from my dad's side of the family; she was from my mom's.) They were maybe six years old at the time, and they were innocently talking and playing and giving each other math and spelling-bee quizzes. ALL my family were giggling, saying they were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
I also think back to all the times I see young girls being judged on their physical beauty and told they're going to have a handsome boy when they grow up because they're so pretty.
From childhood, boys and girls have their sexuality assumed for them. Their SEXUALITY and romantic possibility are talked about openly in front of their face. They're made to look at themselves sexually before they even want to.
So when people yell at Byler fans saying "Why do you have to make everything gay?" I want to scream at them:
"Why do you have to make everything straight!?"
Why do you insist on sexualizing children to be heterosexual even before they're ready to start thinking of themselves in those terms?
Why do you have no problem with Mike kissing El in season 1 right after she asks him if he's like her "brother"?
Why do you idealize their relationship when they were children, while simultaneously trying to shame Byler fans for trying to "sexualize children" even though these are fictional characters and the actors who play Mike and Will are already adults?
Why do you shame any thought or possibility of homosexual romance, while imposing heterosexual norms on everyone?
It reminds me of people who say "You can be gay of course... just don't shove it in our faces (by holding forth that you're gay, kissing in public, etc.)." When no one bats an eye when straight people do the same thing. They might claim they're not homophobic, but actual equal treatment of LGBT+ people they don't accept.
It's Straight Privilege in action: the norms and standards that straight people enjoy quietly do not to apply to us.
This hypocrisy even distorts how Milkvans view Mike and El. We're told that if Mike and Will get together, that would mean Mike "used El" and El would never be able to forgive him.
Not only does this disregard that people can have amicable break-ups and still be close friends: it also shows that the idea of a platonic loving relationship between a Mike and El is beyond their comprehension. To them, the only loving relationships boys and girls can have with each other are romantic ones.
(Now, before anyone objects: sure many people accept Robin and Steve, but that's because Robin is canonically gay. We all know that before she came out many of us (me included!) were shipping those two as a couple!)
If someone ships Mike and El WITHOUT her confronting him about his poor treatment of her in early s4, without there being an honest conversation about that, this definitely raises an eyebrow from me. The "love confession" didn't address this: his fear of losing her did NOT explain his failing to comfort her or failing to say he loved her. Theoretically it's possible for these two to repair things. (And if Milkvan is endgame I hope that they do by addressing this!) But for some Milkvan shippers the need to address Mike's behavior doesn't even enter their minds because they're idealizing their relationship. In other words, THEY are imposing their idea of a relationship on these two, much in the same way my family was imposing their own ideas on my two cousins without regard to the people involved.
So if anyone asks "Why can't two boys just be friends? Why do you have to make everything gay?" it's purely hypocritical and dishonest. No, we just want THIS relationship between Mike and Will (which is clearly being built up as romantic) to be gay out of a sea of heterosexual relationships on TV.
No. THEY are the ones who rule out a boy and girl just being friends. THEY are the ones who insist on imposing romance on a boy and girl when they're not ready. THEY are the ones who insist on "everything" being one way.
-teambyler
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I am sixteen now. Why didn't you congratulate me? i almost forgot your birthday too. and i don't want to be like that. so jealous or "hurt". because i'm not. but it makes me anxious. i wonder if i really have friends, if that's all what’s important to me. and i don't know how to bring it up. How to talk about that. i won't, but the subject will come up. and then i say „yeah.. well, it's okay". and it's hard. i can't get rid of the feeling in my chest. i often think about you, i looked on instagram to see if anything else was coming from you. Hope for a message. a "happy birthday" but reels came that you thought were funny on my birthday. i told you before i'm not a birthday fan, and it's true. but it was my day, and a message, an honest one, would have made it better. it's okay, don't worry, i'm not grieving for you. or am dependent on you. we have a friendship. yes. But only for a short time. We're graduating. together. separately. You'll go and I'll sit there and watch. thinking about you. and that scares me. i don't want it to be like that. i want to think normal. and maybe i'll always love you, somehow. deep inside. just loving the forbidden love, not forgetting anything. i won't say anything about it. this time without saying anything. maybe later on the balcony of my flat share i'll talk about you and my heavy heart. but most of all i hope you won't forget me either. just us. not in the way of flirting or whether you liked me or not, just me. don't get me wrong, i don't want to be with you. not yet. maybe never. but maybe ((hopefully)) we'll see each other again in 30 years, i'll say "how's the wife, the kids?" you'll start the conversation with "bad, they all have cancer" and we won't make it painful. that's what i wish. truly. without reels. fucking birthday. (i can't tell anyone i love you, but in my non-reality i'm close to it) i see you. i think about you. i *love*/show you. someday. when it's too late. But for now I protect myself. by not daring to kiss you for a moment, when you can't look me in the eyes with your story-telling and when your lips looking split. I protect us. I think I'm protecting me. from you. it will pass someday. i will be able to laugh about it. can move on. But for now, i will watch and dare myself to love you from afar for the rest of my life. I allow myself this Little Part of you. I deserve that. I hate birthdays. and you are there somewhere.
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In another universe we both would like girls and still wouldn’t dare to make a move. My eyes would still linger on you, wide and full of stars and spark. In that other universe tho, i would kiss you. I would hope you press your lips against mine and touch me. Maybe you would. And we´ll be a fine line. Maybe we´d be alright. Maybe we would be the couple that goes to the same restaurant like the last 5 years, giggling about our headcanons, being in our own little bubble. The bubble, that was filled with pigeons and „hear me out´s“ when we were still teenagers, now filled with love, with future, jobs and our dreams.
I think there is a universe, a version of you and me, doing that. Sitting in the same restaurant like the past 5 years. And as long as I know that, I can be happy with how we are here. With being cool schoolmates who say they´ll meet and than don´t, those who secretly know that they´ll see each other after graduation never again.
Have a wonderful time, a wonderful life. I wish you that, you really deserve it.
wishes, p
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"ich geh nicht wählen, weil..."
HALT EINFACH DIE FRESSE UND BEWEG DEINEN VERFICKTEN ARSCH INS WAHLLOKAL DU EGOISTISCHER KOTZBROCKEN
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sorry to disappoint you guys but i worked as an actress myself and you often just have the sheet with your lines with you, so it´s probably that ;)
still thinking about what's in his pocket. if not lettergate then why lettergate-shaped

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guys😭 just forced my dad to watch st season 4 and at the first episode, literally the at the second shot of mike he was like
"well okay, and then thats the gay boy?"
#well#and i was like well um kinda?#my dads an ally u guys ok#stranger things#byler#byler is canon#byler endgame#stranger things 5
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one of the most wholesome, private, intimate and thoughtful scene in cinema history
(I always feel like I watch something I shouldn't see because it's only meant for the two of them, as if you were in something so intimate and close that ist just none of my business :,))
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the final „i love you“ scene was not intimate AT ALL and the circumstances didn‘t fit either. they haven’t even saw each other. also, he told her this because the world was in danger, not because he just wanted her to know. also her face the whole scene be like: 😐. furthermore, mike always said to will „if i said THAT THING“, instead of just telling your fFrIEnD he can‘t say „i love you“ to his girlfriend
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just watched the "but you don´t love me anymore?" scene on YouTube and looked through the comment section, seriously guysss???? like literally everyone there be like "yea mike´s just bad at saying "i love you" to his girlfriend because the whole wheeler-family doesn´t say that often" which doesn`t make like any sense.
nancy also couldn´t say "i love u" to STEVE because of reasons and they broke up, now she´s in a relationship with jonathan and was the "i love you"-thing EVER a problem for them? has it ever been a topic? no. because they just KNOW how much they mean to each otherrr and so is it with byler
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byler fanfic master list
no one asked but here is ma collection, i´ve been reading for literally YEARS so it´s just the good stuff
mike with thoughts and wills head on his shoulder, van >https://archiveofourown.org/works/40882020
„let’s make out. no, don’t say that. okay.“ //them getting high & attack each other > https://archiveofourown.org/works/40171026
„just fucking nail polish“ //yellow presents, el, sitting there with holly >https://archiveofourown.org/works/38712126/chapters/96791997
„Mike Wheeler really want’s to marry will byers“ //aching hearts >https://archiveofourown.org/works/46080817/chapters/115998565show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_712372381
//byler being roommates
>https://archiveofourown.org/works/43507152
„and they see each other again“ //mikes son getting them together
>https://archiveofourown.org/works/44930170/chapters/113051635
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