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People keep slapping Carlos on the back, shouting congrats, babbling P3! amazing drive! He nods when he should, smiles where he’s supposed to, but he’s barely hearing any of it. His eyes are fixed across the lane like he’s magnetized.
Apparently staring counts as telepathy, because Oscar glances up.
Their eyes catch—barely a breath, two seconds maybe—and Carlos seizes it. Grins, mouths something stupid like Monaco? hang out? yeah? He hopes Oscar’s secretly fluent in lip reading. He hopes nobody else within ten meters is.
Oscar’s answer: a frown so sharp it could slice. Then he turns on his heel.
Oh. So that’s how it’s gonna be.
Carlos bites back a laugh. He likes petty. Petty’s fun. Petty he can work with.
or, Oscar said, “don’t even knock.” Carlos heard, “please hurry.”
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16 Oct 2025
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When Brian Moser finally tracks down his beloved baby brother, he doesn’t look for a way in with fake sister Debra. Instead, he rents an apartment and becomes a friendly neighbor to the Butcher.
Things just get worse (or better) from there.
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08 Oct 2025
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(1) New Voicemail. Listen?
“Oscahhhhh…” Lando’s imitation of Oscar’s accent lazily called out from the recording.
“Max says. Daniel is the better Australian. I say it’s you. I mean, I love Dan, he’s so fun- so funny, but he’s so old.
No, mate- stop! Bit shite at padel though, he has you there, mate.
And Dan can play the guitar? Can youuu play the guitar, Oscah? Thought not.
Aaaaaand you didn’t answer me when I rang, so I think Dan wins. Sorry, Osc.” DisconnectedOR Lando and Sub!Oscar phone sex. that's it that's the fic
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21 Sep 2025
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“You’ve got to be joking.”
Lando falters. “Sorry?”
“Mate. This is a bit much, even for you.”
It comes out flat. Annoyed. Genuinely irritated, in a way that Oscar’s never been towards him before. The euphoria that had buoyed Lando all through the tense cooldown room, the awkward press conference, the stilted team debrief, finally starts to fade.
Lando gets the sinking feeling that he might’ve miscalculated a little.
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Or: Lando, as always, picks Oscar for the 2025 Silverstone Winner's Room. Oscar refuses. Feelings and realisations abound, and they finally have the conversation they probably should've back when they first started doing this.
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20 Sep 2025
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Not just any stranger, either. Max Verstappen is standing in front of Oscar, holding the door open with one arm casually resting against it, a small, unnervingly knowing smile on his face as he seemingly waits for Oscar to say something.
“Uh,” is all Oscar can manage.
Max Verstappen laughs a bit, and Oscar is almost positive that he’s about to wake up in bed, with his mom knocking on his bedroom door and reminding him that despite the fact that he’s clearly sustained some kind of head injury, he’s not going to get out of doing his share of the chores for the day.
“You are here to clean the pool, you said?”
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08 Sep 2025