#mmalf.fic

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meet me at london fields (ch.4)

📙 popstar!lando x aspiringchef!oscar AU 🏙️ featuring: a kitchen emergency and a dinner party. new cast members and awkward misunderstandings. the last piece of berry crumble and some personal moments. 📝 ch4/12, 4.8k words 🍪 rated t, may go up 🔗 read on ao3

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It’s not the first time he’s been summoned to help Charlie with kitchen triage, nor would it be the last. “Charlie’s one of the most talented architects at her firm. Not that you’d know it, based on how this is going,” Oscar says, pulling open a drawer for one of the kitchen knives. He sharpens them deftly, easy muscle memory at this point.  “Oui, et oui. Bonjour, make yourself…” Charlie says, yanking the oven open and not paying attention to Lando at all. “At home.” There is an immediate waft of steam. Charlie stares at the oven like it’s committed a grave personal offense against her. She extracts whatever's been baking in its hellish interior and dumps the tray in the sink. The three of them huddle and stare down at a mass of lumpy brown gloop. “Is that…?” Lando asks, trailing off when it’s clear he cannot make sense of what it’s supposed to be.   “They were potatoes!” Charlie wails.

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meet me at london fields (ch.3)

📙🧡 a pop star lando x non-famous oscar fic 🏙️ featuring: a mission, getting past gatekeepers using sitcom logic, strange aliases, the most simmer of simmering slow burns, and a familiar face for lando's bandmate 📝 ch3/12, 4k words 🍪 rated t, may go up 🔗 read on ao3

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“So you made me some biscuits, forgot the chips, and have no plan.” Oscar rubs the back of his neck. “It sounds terrible when you put it like that.” Yet they smile at each other. Syrupy sweet. It makes something de-ice inside of Oscar and he wants to throw up in his mouth a little bit. It’s hard to focus when it feels like the world is reduced to Lando and this room and this interaction, right here and right now. And the worse thing is, Oscar, against his better judgment, would totally allow himself to be temporarily incapacitated. 

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meet me at london fields (ch.2)

📙🧡 a pop star lando x non-famous oscar fic 🏙️ featuring: awkward small talk. zhou’s mysterious MBA degree. alex thee yapper. nefarious pigeons. girl!logan. jammy dodgers. a samsung PRISM+ fridge. and, tea? (tea!) 📝 ch2/12, 5.4k words 🍪 rated t, may go up 🔗 read on ao3

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“I feel like this is the part where people normally like, talk about the weather or something,” Lando says, out of nowhere.  Oscar finds this kind of refreshing, the lack of preamble before hurtling right into a thought.  “Right,” Oscar says. There’s an awkward pause. “What do you think of this weather?”  “S’nice, actually. I’m not often in town during the summer?” Lando scuffs the pavement with his shoe, heedless of the fact that they’re quite nice Onitsukas, if Oscar has correctly identified them.  “Colder than usual, I reckon.” “You’re Australian though.”  “What, was it my accent?” Oscar deadpans.  Lando stops on the spot and looks him in the eye, as if he’s not sure if he’s allowed to find this funny. Oscar shrugs, as if to say there’s no threat here, mate, and Lando nods. As if he understands this is not in fact some sarcastic or loaded comment, but an invitation to the joke. 

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f-it-we-ball moment cus ch.4 of fields might finally be coming after *checks notes* six months. sorry i just had like. massive writer's block

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Got tagged to do the Last Line Game by @cx-boxbox... feels like a hot minute since i worked on any fic (haven't had time), but!

Last Line Game: share the last line(s) of whatever you're working on.

“Sorry about the mess.” Oscar says to Lando. Lando stands there, in the living room, with his hands in his pockets. Eyes full of something that Oscar thinks might even approximate wonder. “Not at all. I kinda dig it.” Oscar chooses not to dwell on the warmth, the bud of feeling that’s started unfurling in his chest for some reason. Maybe Alex left the heating on again. “Tea?” Oscar says, in a lower voice to Lando. “Why are you whispering?” “Because my flatmate, the one who’s actually English, has this weird sonic ability to–” “DID YOU SAY TEA, OSCAR?” comes Alex’s voice, from his room.

tagging... @lovelylotusf1 @jusst-you-race @maaxverstappen @alphatinies @albonoooo @fueledbyremembering @souvenir116 @blueballsracing and whoever wants 2 play

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guys onigiri is like universally stealing the show in london fields so. apropos of nothing, this is kinda what she looks like to me:

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i do remember a line that i loved from your fic!! it was at the end of chapter one and you were writing abt Landos smile, and the line was “like daybreak at 6:25pm in his shop, entirely unexpected” which is such a simple line but such a lovely way to describe someones smile and the joy the other person gets from it (:

😭 MY WHITE WHALE FIC FIELDS MENTIONED!! tysm!!

that really means a lot. i’m working on ch5 so it is coming, im not sure exactly when, but it is coming!!

obsessed w the way oscar irl is fond of lando, fr

from: Anonymously - or not - tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer.

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last line game as tagged by @slideleftt

It’s strange, Oscar thinks, watching as Lando walks slightly ahead, weaving patterns with his footsteps that only seem to make sense to him, like a bird that’s just learned how to fly. It’s strange to feel like you get to know someone so intimately, even if it hasn’t really been a long time.  As if he’s heard what he’s thinking, Lando stops, waiting for him to catch up. They end up walking in silence, shoulder to shoulder, absorbing the scenes of the lit up windows and their inhabitants and their cosy and entirely ordinary lives. Bicycles whiz past, barely dodging the both of them who have made the foolish decision to walk on the cycling path. Once in a while a door opens and people spill out, tipsy on craft beer and Pimms and summer cheer. Everyone's in a celebratory mood, in the easy summer evening, the longest night of the year.  And even with the shitty graffiti and dog piss and the buses roaring past outside, it still feels like the universe has aligned things just right. For one serendipitous moment, it’s just the two of them, out in the world. Perfectly ordinary.

i will go ahead and tag uhhhh... idk if these folks have done this recently... @strwbrryfire @cx-boxbox @epaulando @unlapped @oscarpiastriwdc @f1-giuki @lovelylotusf1 !