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Hockey Player!Yuki Tsunoda x Figure Skater!Reader SMAU (Pt 1?)

Summary: The RB hockey team just so happens to use the same ice rink to practice as the local figure skaters, it bugs two people more than the others.

Genre: Enemies to friends to lovers (kinda?)

TW: sport inaccuracies (I haven't kept up with either sport in awhile), use of y/n, slightly ooc Yuki

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Y/n_l/n posted

Y/n_L/n: Chassing the perfect glide, one spin at a time (The hockey players took over soon after)

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yourbff: Fighting with the hockey players again I see

⤷ Y/n_/L/n: I don't know what you're talking about

User1: Is that the RB team or am I going crazy??

⤷ User2: My two worlds are colliding! That's def the RB team

isabeau.levito: Beautiful form as always!

⤷Y/n_L/n: 🫶

User3: The beef between the figure skaters and hockey players continues

⤷ User4: Girl pls we all know it's just between Y/n and a certain winger, no one else is bothered but them

YukiTsunoda22 posted

YukiTsunoda22: It's good to be back 👊

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MaxVerstappen1: Great work out there today, bright season ahead of us 👊

DanielRicciardo3: Were these before or after you flirted with the figure skater?

⤷ YukiTsunoda22: I wasn't flirting, I told her to get out of the way

⤷ DanielRicciardo3: Sure mate, sure

LiamLawson30: Feels great to be part of this team

IsackHadjar6: Let's do it

SergioPerez11: Defense was strong, let's keep it that way. Vamos!

User5: Good luck this season! Take it all the way

User6: The best right winger is back!

User3: So this is who Y/n's been fighting with?

⤷ User4: Flirting with* according to Daniel's comment

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Y/n_L/n: Change of scenery since the barbarians took over the rink today

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User1: Wait the bows on the back of the skates are actually so cute

User4: Daniel in the likes??

User2: Daniel What are you doing here??

⤷ User3: Apparently they've become friends recently

DanielRicciardo3: Apologies on behalf of the team

⤷ Y/n_L/n: You and the others are forgiven. Except him.

YukiTsunoda22: Good riddance, the rink will be quiet today

⤷ Y/n_L/n: How did you find my instagram???

Part 2?

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Taking things into my own hands bc I don't see enough Yuki x Reader fics

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Gladiator AU

Dare I write a Lestappen/Landoscar Gladiator AU?

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He's Too Different

After much deliberation, here is chapter 2! A big shout out to @ireadfanfictionstuff for becoming my beta reader and helping me get this out to you! Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 2

Oscar’s brain short-circuited when he looked up from his cup and locked eyes with the man he’d been admiring from afar. His mouth went dry, his heart hammered in his chest, and a familiar wave of anxiety crawled up his spine. It hit him suddenly: he hadn’t answered Lando yet. Clearing his throat, he forced himself to speak.

“Uh, yeah... you’re Lando, right?” he stammered.

Lando fumbled for the right word. “I see my reputation... pre... per... proc…” He scrunched his nose in frustration.

A smile tugged at the corner of Oscar’s mouth. He leaned back slightly, watching Lando’s struggle with amusement.

“Precedes,” Oscar offered, chuckling as he took a sip of his drink. The mix of alcohol and room temperature made him wince, but it was a welcome distraction from his nerves.

“Yeah, that,” Lando said, his grin widening.

The sight of Lando’s smile up close made Oscar’s heart skip a beat, leaving him weak in the knees—a flutter of butterflies in his stomach.

“I don’t usually see you at things like this. What’s the occasion?” Lando asked, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

“Practically dragged here by force, mate.” Oscar gestured toward Logan and Alex, who were standing with their group nearby.

“They brought you here just to abandon you?” Lando teased, taking a large gulp from his cup.

“It’s bound to happen,” Oscar shrugged. “I’m not exactly the best company at events like this.”

“I’d say you’re pretty decent company,” Lando replied warmly. “10/10 conversation so far.”

“I think you’re the first person to say that,” Oscar said, waving his hands dramatically. “Like, ever.”

Lando’s laugh bubbled up, loud and infectious, and Oscar felt something tighten in his chest—though he couldn’t tell if it was nerves or something else entirely.

“Mate, if I knew you were this entertaining, I would’ve come and found you sooner,” Lando said, struggling to catch his breath.

“Well, like you said, this isn’t exactly my scene” Oscar replied with a shrug. “You’d find me in the library before you’d find me at one of these parties willingly.”

“That’s right,” Lando grinned. “You’re an engineering student, right?”

“Right, motorsport to be specific,” Oscar nodded. “Severely regretting my decision at the moment.”

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“I will not be taking advice from a photography major, thank you very much,” Oscar said dryly, finishing the last of his drink for liquid courage.

Lando placed a hand over his chest, feigning offense. “Oh, we’re pulling the major card now? You wound me, Osc.”

“Osc?” Oscar raised an eyebrow, surprised by the nickname.

“Yeah, Osc,” Lando replied matter-of-factly. “It’s your new nickname.”

Oscar laughed. “We’ve barely had our first conversation today and you’re already on nickname terms?”

Lando shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah, unless you don’t like it. I’ll stop if you don’t like it.” The words came out too quickly, and for a brief second, a flicker of worry crossed his features as he fiddled with his cup.

Oscar studied him for a moment, then smiled. “It’s fine, Lando. It suits you.”

Lando’s face softened, and his smile grew a little wider. “Good,” he said, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “How did you know my major, by the way? Don’t tell me you’re a stalker, Osc.”

Oscar held up his hands in defense, shaking his head with a straight face. “Not a stalker, mate. You just happen to share classes with my best friend Logan. Y’know, blonde, American, dating Alex?”

“Yes, yes, I know Logan. Alex is madly in love with him and doesn’t shut up about him when they’re not together. As one of his best friends, it can get pretty annoying,” Lando sighed dramatically. “But you must know all about that since his boyfriend is your best friend.”

“Believe me, I know more than I’d like to know,” Oscar replied dryly.

“So how exactly is it that we have the same friends but haven’t had an actual conversation before?” Lando asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oscar shrugged with a sheepish smile. “Well, I wouldn’t say the same friends. I don’t think Carlos—”

As if on cue, Carlos’s voice rang out from across the room. “Lando!” he called, his tone carrying that usual charm. “Hey, Cabrón, come take shots with me!”

But then Carlos’s eyes fell on Oscar, and his smile instantly faltered. The warmth evaporated, replaced with a thinly veiled tension as he shot Oscar a glare. Oscar, already feeling a little on edge, shifted uncomfortably. He tried to return a polite smile, but it felt more like an awkward gesture in the face of Carlos’s barely concealed animosity.

Lando didn’t seem to notice Carlos’s change in demeanor as he shouted back, “I’ll be over in a minute!” before turning his attention back to Oscar. “Well, looks like the party’s calling after me again. Care to join?”

“No thanks, mate,” Oscar replied, offering a polite smile. “I think I’ve had my fill for the night. I still gotta get Logan and Alex home.”

“Oh. Alright,” Lando answered, a small frown tugging at his lips, his tone holding just the slightest hint of disappointment. “Next time then?”

“Next time,” Oscar nodded, offering a polite smile. He watched as Lando gave him one last smile before making his way through the crowd toward Carlos at the makeshift bar.

Oscar’s gaze flickered back to Carlos, who was still glaring daggers at him from across the room. He quickly looked away, deciding it was best to go find Logan and Alex instead.

As he pushed through the sea of bodies, a familiar pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him, followed by an unmistakably drunk voice. “Oscar! My son, how are you?” Charles slurred, his words a bit too loud for the setting.

Oscar chuckled to himself, shaking his head as another familiar voice followed soon after. “Charles, let go of Oscar,” Max said, clearly exasperated.

“Hello, Charles. Max,” Oscar greeted, amused, as Max tried to coax Charles into letting go of him.

“Non, j'ai le droit de serrer mon enfant dans mes bras, ("No, I have the right to hug my child.")” Charles protested, tightening his grip on Oscar.

“I’m sorry about him,” Max sighed, clearly resigned. “He’s had too much to drink, as you can see.” With a bit more effort, Max finally pried a now whining Charles off of Oscar.

“You guys need a ride home?” Oscar offered, shoving his hand into the pocket of his hoodie. “I’m already taking Alex and Logan home. Don’t mind one more stop, and it’d be nice to have someone other than myself sober in the car.”

“You are a saint, Oscar. I’ll owe you one,” Max sighed, adjusting Charles so he could hold him up by the shoulders. Oscar tossed Max his car keys, telling him where the car was parked, before turning back to his mission of finding Logan and Alex. 

He soon found the two of them, giggling and whispering to each other on the couch. Oscar sighed, realizing that getting them to the car was going to be a mission in itself. After some bargaining and promises of food, he finally managed to get both of them off the couch and to the front door. Just as he thought they were in the clear, he heard his name being called.

He turned carefully, making sure not to drop the drunken Logan, who was using him for balance.

Lando stood there, a drink in hand, with a teasing smile. “Leaving without saying goodbye?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry, Lando,” Oscar replied, shaking his head. “As you can see, I’ve got my hands full at the moment.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink. “Looks like I’m interrupting something important.” He glanced at Logan and Alex, both barely staying upright.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Oscar muttered, trying to readjust his grip on Logan, who was swaying slightly. “But, hey, I’ll survive. I’m used to being the designated driver.”

Lando chuckled. “I could offer to help, but I think I’d just make things worse at this point.” He took another drink, eyeing Oscar’s precarious situation. “Besides, I don’t know if anyone would trust me to carry those two without dropping them.”

Oscar smirked. “You’ve got a point. Maybe next time, huh?”

Lando’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Oh, next time, definitely.”

Oscar said his final goodbyes to Lando before practically dragging both Logan and Alex to the car, tossing them into the backseat where Charles was more than happy to have company. He slid into the front next to Max, the two of them immediately launching into a discussion about the recently finished finals and griping about the teachers they couldn’t stand. Meanwhile, the three in the backseat giggled like schoolgirls, sharing inside jokes Oscar couldn’t quite follow.

Max and Charles were the first stop. Oscar made sure they got to the lobby door safely, watching as Max helped a still-dizzy Charles out of the car. Once he saw they were inside, he drove off, heading to the apartment complex where he and Logan lived. He figured it would be easier if Alex just stayed with them for the night—no point in making another stop when everyone was already half-passed out.

Once they arrived home, Oscar managed to drag Logan and Alex up to their apartment. After much effort, he finally got them settled in Logan’s room, leaving two glasses of water and aspirin on the bedside dresser for their inevitable hangovers.

He quickly changed into something more comfortable, plugged in his phone, and collapsed onto his bed with a heavy sigh. His mind wandered back to his earlier conversation with Lando—how his laugh had sent a flutter of butterflies through his chest, how his smile had been so damn pretty, how he could get lost in those blue-green, marbled eyes forever. A small smile tugged at his lips as the warmth of the memory lingered.

Eventually, exhaustion won out, and he drifted off to sleep, the thoughts of Lando still soft and comforting in his mind.

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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Yuki Tsunoda is actually so fucking fine yall just aren’t ready for this

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Riffs & Romances

So in addition to my Landoscar college au fic, I also had the idea to write a fic where Oscar is part of a band that performs at the local bar, and Lando just so happens to attend the bar one night while they perform. The story will follow them throughout them meeting, getting to know one another, falling in love. Other ships will develop alongside Landoscar, such as Lestappen. If you guys are interested pls let me know! (I was inspired while reading a landoscar fic while listening to chase Atlantic so bear with me)

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He's Too Different (Chapter 1)

I recently have gave into my thoughts and began writing a LandOscar fanfic. You can also find this fic on ao3 under the same handle. I hope you guys enjoy <3

The first time Oscar formally met Lando could only be described as what a fever dream feels like. 

Oscar had gone against his better judgment and decided to go with Logan to a party after the other practically begged him to, claiming he would be bored alone. In reality, Logan wouldn't have been alone. Oscar was extremely positive that Logan's boyfriend, Alex, would be there. But he had a particularly rough week due to finals and gave into Logan’s pleading thinking it would be a good distraction. So now here he was at a party surrounded by people he didn’t know. Logan had wandered off with Alex the moment they got there, leaving Oscar to fend for himself in the sea of, mostly, drunk college students. After grabbing himself a drink and pushing his way through the sea of bodies, Oscar found a spot in the corner where he now stood, feeling both invisible and acutely aware of the chaos around him. He watched people laugh and sway to the music, their carefree energy amplifying his sense of isolation. His gaze caught on Logan and Alex across the room, deep in conversation with Alex’s friends. Oscar couldn’t help but smile at the sight; despite the noise and frenzy, Logan always seemed to light up in social settings.

Oscar recalled how Alex, the veterinary medicine major passionate about animals, had easily integrated into their lives. He’d even invited Alex to their biweekly movie nights, where the three of them would settle in with popcorn and watch their favorite films. Nearby, George was animatedly chatting with a group, his fashion sense as bold as his personality. Oscar remembered their past conversations, often punctuated by George’s playful critiques of Oscar’s style—especially the infamous drawstring jeans. It was these moments of camaraderie that made Oscar appreciate the friendships he had, even if he sometimes felt like an outsider. 

Max and Charles were probably the closest friends he had in Logan and Alex’s group. Max, also an engineering major, had met him in an advanced thermodynamics class, where they partnered on a project. During that time, Max often brought his boyfriend Charles, an architecture major, along with him, and the three of them quickly bonded. Initially, Max appears rather closed off and serious, but as Oscar gets to know him, he reveals himself to be quite the character. In contrast, Charles was outgoing yet charmingly awkward, often stumbling over his words in excitement. Oscar felt a unique connection with them, and their friendship blossomed from there.

Charles frequently joked about adopting Oscar, who humorously embraced the idea by calling himself Oscar Jack Piastri Verstappen Leclerc in Charles’s presence. Their friendship evolved into a quirky and chaotic dynamic, filled with inside jokes—like their ongoing debate over the best pizza toppings—and spontaneous adventures, which, in reality, were just trips to the closest restaurant the three of them could agree on and afford. 

Carlos was another group member, but Oscar felt the weight of his cold gaze whenever they crossed paths. At gatherings, while others laughed and shared stories, Carlos would linger at the edges, his arms crossed and lips pressed into a thin line. Oscar tried to engage him, offering a friendly smile or a casual joke, but Carlos’s responses were always curt, leaving Oscar unsure of where he stood.

After a few awkward exchanges, Oscar glanced around, searching for distractions as Carlos drifted toward the crowd that gathered around their most popular member. It was always the same: when the night drew to a close, Oscar would feel a chill as he caught Carlos’s eyes—sharp and unwavering—as he walked away, a question lingering in his mind: What had he done to earn such disdain?

And then there was Lando Norris, the infamous charmer of the group. Oscar had never managed to strike up a conversation with him; Lando always seemed to glide away, drawn in by the magnetic pull of someone new. Oscar often caught glimpses of him, laughter ringing like music, a circle of admirers forming around his easy charisma. He was an enigma, a bright smile lighting up the room, while Oscar remained on the fringes, watching.

Whenever Oscar observed Lando weaving through conversations, admiration and frustration churned in his gut. How effortlessly Lando connected with others, his laughter infectious, his gestures animated. Oscar felt a pang of envy as he imagined stepping into Lando's orbit, joining the lively exchange, sharing in the warmth of that smile. Yet, beneath that envy was a longing to be the one who captured Lando's attention, to draw him into a conversation that felt as natural as breathing.

Oscar wasn’t stupid. He knew he found Lando attractive, even if they had never spoken a word. That charming smile, those tousled brown curls, the mesmerizing swirl of colors in his eyes—what wasn’t there to find attractive? Yet, deep down, Oscar also understood that a connection between them was unlikely. Their lives felt like two parallel lines, never meant to intersect, each bound by different expectations and realities. Lando was everything Oscar wasn’t—spontaneous where Oscar was calculated, carefree where Oscar was guarded. At that moment, Oscar realized the gap between them wasn’t just a difference of personalities; it was something deeper, something he couldn’t bridge. The gnawing sensation twisted deeper inside him, a sinking weight that grew heavier with every passing second. He and Lando were simply too different, too far apart—two people destined to lead separate lives, never meant to cross paths. Oscar sank deeper into his thoughts, drowning in a sea of doubt, his eyes fixed on his half-empty cup, the remnants of a drink Logan had found for him before disappearing. The world around him seemed to fade, until a gapped-toothed smile and a familiar head of curls cut through the fog, yanking him back to the present.

“Hey, you’re Oscar right?”