hi, i’m safe! just here for shits and giggles mostly.
i write and i draw (sometimes) and for some reason i do web weaves for fun now too, tags for those are #sscfics #sscart and #sscwebweaves
my driver rankings! (link) i might have favorites but generally don’t hate on any driver who isn’t stroll (this is NOT a safe space for stroll fans sorry); sometimes the thin ice category but rarely anything serious then
GB5 | OP81 | AL41 | NR6 (sigh)
this is my f1 acc, and it’s mostly gabico (green audi age gap yaoi), (unfortunately) landoscar as oscar has endeared me. sometimes brocedes slips in there without my permission mainly because nico rosberg haunts me
there is some 18+ shit here, between my fics and what i rb/post. i am an adult (i was raised with intense internet safety, don’t share your age on the internet kids), consider yourself warned and proceed at your own risk
a masterpost of my fics on my ao3 under the cut as well 👍
saving your ass - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | Mature | M/M | 5+1: five times oscar stops lando doing something stupid (mostly) while drunk, and one time he doesn’t | 13.2k, 6/6ch | COMPLETE
orange swimming in the trees - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | Mature | M/M | Past Carlando Friends With Benefits, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together | 8.7k | COMPLETE
sunlight’s glow - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | Teen | M/M | random word generator (engagement), Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Tooth-Rotting Fluff | 7.3k | COMPLETE
i swear i’m not a homewrecker - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | Explicit | M/M | Friends with Benefits, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Roommates | 18k, 5/5ch | COMPLETE
baby boy, we can go all night - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | Explicit | M/M | Consensual Somnophilia, Thigh Job, Sharing a Bed, Awkward Boners | 5k | COMPLETE
of love's uneven remainders, - Alex Albon/George Russell | Teen | Other | Unrequited Love, Childhood Friends, Non-Linear Narrative | 6k | COMPLETE
What I find incredibly amusing is that all the drivers get cutesy fanart, but George Russell is always made to look like a blue-eyed, blinded by the headlights cryptid. It's something very special to me.
when i hate on a team its completely fact based and justified. when anyone hates on my team its because they are just too beautiful and have too much love in their hearts and everyone is jealous of this
andrea stella's so funny lmao everyone was accusing him of being against oscar after hungary so now instead of praising oscar he balanced it out by being like erm actually lando ain't shit either.........it's not favoritism if i actually think both of them are chopped
There’s not long until free practice and the Spanish sun is at its peak, directly above the track, rays glaring down upon the tarmac. Oscar’s glad for the shade the garage provides, even as he’s hauling himself out of the cockpit of the car — the guys had only asked him to get in to check out the fit of the seat, to see if any adjustments needed to be made in the half hour or so they have before they’re given the green light.
It’s never a particularly graceful process, getting in and out of the car; not for Oscar, at least. He climbs out, feet settling on steady ground, bent over at the waist and hips back before he straightens up; stretching an arm over his head and catching Lando’s eye as he does.
Lando’s staring at him. It isn’t abnormal — or, well, it is pretty abnormal, but it’s not unusual. There’s something sharp and dark in his eyes that Oscar can’t decipher, and he quirks a brow.
“What are you looking at?”
It comes out far less accusatory than it perhaps should, the breath of a sigh around the edges that sounds resigned more than anything else.
He’s expecting the ‘nothing’ that Lando would typically toss him; maybe a half-hearted insult in an attempt at jest, something about Oscar’s ungainly descent from the cockpit that he won’t even be able to deny.
He’s not expecting Lando to open his mouth and say:
“Your arse.”
From where Oscar’s standing, it doesn’t look like Lando was expecting it either. His mouth drops open when the words leave him, the skin of his face immediately dropping two shades paler.
“Very funny,” Oscar manages shakily, feeling — irritated, he thinks. What’s Lando playing at? Is he trying to, like, get him off his game for the session or something? He’d thought they were behind that, honestly.
He notices the bemused expressions of a few engineers from both sides of the garage, catching eyes and shaking heads like they’re saying ‘these two, eh?’ and Oscar wants to interrupt them. Tell them it’s only Lando, it’s only ever Lando.
“I didn’t —,” Lando looks like he might be sick, throat constricting two, three times as he swallows in quick, consecutive motions. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
Oscar scoffs. “Sure, whatever.”
“No, Osc, I really didn’t mean to say that.”
Oscar looks at him, hard. And he can’t exactly tell himself that Lando’s having him on, not when he looks the way he does — Oscar hasn’t seen Lando looks so miserable since early last year, and that — well.
It’s best if he doesn’t dwell on that.
Despite his reservations, he finds himself stepping closer, close enough that he can get a hand under Lando’s elbow, brow furrowing as he tugs him into the background of the garage. Lando goes willingly, no fight to it.
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t want to say that,” Lando hisses, frustration clear. “It just came out!”
“So, what?” Oscar’s frown deepens. “You didn’t mean it?”
“I meant it,” Lando says, and then immediately claps a hand over his mouth, eyes comically wide.
Oscar’s beginning to feel like something is very, very wrong.
“I don’t understand. Were you or were you not looking at my arse?”
There’s a curious expression on Lando’s face as he drops his hand from his mouth.
“I was,” he confesses. “I always am.”
“Um,” Oscar says intelligibly.
“Oh my god,” Lando wails. “I can’t stop.”
Whether that means he can’t stop looking at Oscar’s arse or telling him about it, Oscar doesn’t find out. Tom’s at his side suddenly, eyes flickering between the two of them briefly before he’s gesturing for Oscar to make his way back to the car and there’s Will, too, all but pulling Lando away from him and —
He sees Lando’s panicked, downright terrified expression before the helmets go on.
in which the subject of bike crashes still haunts alex to this day and new LA trip lore is revealed (e-scooter date with lily and alex and "weirdly, we were with george")
