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unfortunate ferrari fan along with op81 aa23 gb5 ih6 ln4 lh44 eo31 and whoever else is pleasing me on a given weekend (will always be op1 truthing even when times are tough (like rn))
will often be found whoring out chrismd and oscar piastri
please talk to me about f3 (ugo ugochukwu 2026 f3 champ truther) and fe (completely insane about mitch evans and nick cassidy)
will always be talking/thinking about mitchoscmark (alas i am. not mark webbers biggest fan and will often write him negatively. see me last weekend calling him evil a failure and a flop. sorry king)
OTHER than f1 i love rally wec fe and many of the junio formulae, i dabble in tennis and athletics, and im an avid watcher of 911 and the pitt (please come yap in my dms if any of these things apease you)
my dms and asks are ALWAYS open to yapping about fics or drivers or anything else so please come and chat!!!
alexander albon/oscar piastri, post canada gp 2026, established relationship, slice of life; not actually the dinner date but what comes before
(864 words)
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Oscar has the decency to look sheepish as he closes the door to Alex's home behind him. The lock clicks resolutely shut. Stuck with the lion now, Alex thinks morbidly. It's only been three weeks since he's given Oscar a copy of his key. Oscar had looked up at him, mid chewing his sandwich while watching the cricket or whatever he put on TV, and smiled so softly at Alex that a whole New Year's sparkler went off in Alex's stomach. Stray salad leaf hanging from the corner of his mouth or whatever. Alex had been ready to give him everything, at that moment. Stuck with the lion for life, if you want.
So now Oscar is using his new key to come grovelling for ramming into Alex and ending his race. No matter that he already apologized right after the race, via text but only for lack of opportunity. By the time Oscar had finished his own Sunday - pointless as well - Alex had already been done with media and barricaded himself in his driver's room, busy leaving Oscar on read.
So, that's how they get here: Monday evening. Oscar, lingering sheepishly in the entry way. Alex, on his back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, feeling all sorts of conflicting things.
“Is it alright that I used the key?” Oscar says.
Alex shrugs. “Sure. I didn't say it was for emergencies only or anything.”
“Feels like an emergency anyways.” Oscar's voice is closer now. Alex can see him moving closer out of the corner of his eye.
“Me being mad at you is an emergency?” Alex says. It's supposed to be a joke, mostly, but-
“Yes,” Oscar says plainly and Alex finally squints against the overhead light to look at him. There's a smile tugging at the corner of Oscar's mouth, but his eyes are serious.
“I'm not actually mad at you. You know that, right?”
Oscar shrugs. “Figured it was worth checking.”
Alex sighs. Honestly, what is he supposed to do with this guy. “Come ‘ere,” he tucks at the corner of Oscar's shirt until Oscar lays down half on top of him, half squished between the couch cushions and Alex's hipbone.
“Ouch,” Oscar huffs and wriggles until he likes his spot, starfished and one leg between Alex's. He's like a dog sometimes, like this.
Alex lets his hand card through Oscar's hair. It's dry and knotted. Airport hair, surely.
“Did you come straight here?”
“Mhm,” Oscar hums in confirmation. He's halfway to dozing already, for sure, switch turned from guarded to cozy. Like a dog.
“You know, I already told Sky that it was an unfortunate mistake. And that I don't blame you. I mean, you could've saved yourself the trip.”
Oscar's breath is tickling Alex's collarbone where he's tucked Oscar into his armpit. Slow and steady. Cool, calm and collected.
“Yeah no, I saw that,” Oscar says. “Still had to- you know. Had to make sure you weren't chatting shit.”
“Do you always check up on someone when you crash into them?” Alex gasps, fake horrified, fully over it now. “Don't tell me you turned up on Lando's doorstep like this last year.”
Oscar lifts his head, disgruntled. The hair on the side of his head that Alex has been teasing is already a mess. One of these days Alex'll get it to stand like a Mohawk, no products.
“Like what?” Oscar says and loses half the sentence in his battle with the Australian accent.
“Looking lost and apologetic and, like. Hm. Submissive and breedable?” Alex tries and gets a whack to the chest for his efforts.
“Rude,” Alex says and catches Oscar's hand in his. “First on track abuse and now, what. Domestic abuse?”
“I like the domestic part of that,” Oscar murmurs and curls his hand inside Alex's. “Sounds kinda nice.”
“He likes the domestic part of domestic abuse,” Alex whispers to the ceiling, incredulous. “Can you believe this guy?”
Oscar shakes in his arms with silent laughter. “Christ, not like that. You know what I mean.” Then he's quiet for a moment and Alex feels Oscar's hand leave his to sneak up his ribs. Splayed, possessive. He gets it. Sometimes those words shake him too, for a second. Domestic, boyfriend, emergency contact, home.
“I wouldn't, by the way. Follow up with anyone else.” Oscar's lips press to Alex's collarbone, dry and light. “For some reason I care more when it's you.”
“Jury's still out on why,” Alex says but Oscar shakes his head.
“Nah. Jury's pretty sure they figured it out.”
It's too much to do this so soon. Christ, they haven't even turned off the big light. Everything is bare and open.
Alex brings his hand back up to Oscar's head and squints against the light. “You owe me dinner,” he whispers. “I'll choose where.” Monaco is always pricey, but if Alex plays his cards right, he can really make Oscar's wallet hurt. Or at least make him pretend it does. He'll know the right moment to ask.
“Okay,” Oscar murmurs and even like this he manages to sound deadpan. “‘s a date.” And then he's asleep, just like that. Big light on and everything.
pietra and lily, together, at the monaco gp paddock. pietra and lily, spreading the agenda. they're on the agenda, they're THE agenda. (there's two agendas) (agenda one, oscar's girlfriend hangs out with lando's bestfriend's gilfriend, which proves once again oscar and lando are way closer than what people like to believe behind the scenes) (agenda two: six people polycule consisting of lando, oscar, max, magui, pietra, lily) (landoscar truthers and pianortrell truthers and wags yuri truthers all win)
hello my dear!! I come with thoughts on landoscarlily once again. cause I need them to be happy and beautiful and in love.
pls imagine both Oscar and Lando kissing Lily goodbye before each session (whenever she's there for a race) and while they hide their relationship from the world, those kisses are the most normal thing for them.
but. all three of them blushing furiously as soon as they walk away to wherever they need to be next. as if that was their very first kiss.
idk if that makes any sense. just wanted some happy landoscarlily. 🧡🧡🧡
do you happen to have some cutesy landoscarlily headcanons? 🥺
sending lots of love and some flowers your way 💐
and Happy Pride Month 🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
crisa....ur headcanoons abt my fav ot3 have been moving recently...here is something you told me abt in discord, bc im so glad you revived me to draw them !!!
helmut marko the mouthpiece of how Red Bull has always, and will always, view their brown drivers. this team has continually been racist to Checo, Yuki and now Isack and their treatment has been so overlooked and ignored by everyone it's so upsetting.
oscar to redbull this max to mclaren that but we're all forgetting what would actually be the most important transfer of the year which is grill'd stylist to mclaren
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