10 Works in 2025 Formula 1 Summer Break
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Summer Break - Between Ibiza, Greek Isles and intensive feelings by SophieSerant
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
08 Sep 2025
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Post Hungarian GP 2025... We are now in the 2025 Formula 1 Summer Break
Let's follow the two chaos heads a bit more...Series
- Part 2 of Lando/Oscar OneShots
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The Deuxmoi post is clearly about Lando and Oscar. And McLaren has a plan to cover up the truth. Congrats, Landoscar is now real.
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Over the course of a week during summer break, dark truths and secrets about the friend group are revealed.
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Lando’s lips are half stained with liquid Tylenol from a headache still pulsing behind his eyes taken on by the sun and the other half cherry juice from fruits he’s sucked down to the pit like he wants to suck the cyanide straight from the seed.
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‘I have to warn you once again, these cats aren’t the most outgoing pets in the world.’ Max repeated as he fumbled with the keys to his Monaco house, trying to cool George’s excitement down.
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- Part 5 of Max&George
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Checo fue despedido en Diciembre de 2024. Desde entonces, Max ha perseguido cualquier pista sobre el posible regreso del mexicano a la máxima categoría del deporte motor. El Summer Break ha llegado y puede que el anuncio que tanto ha esperado esté a la vuelta de la esquina.
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55下位者属性激发，4455休息室姐狗文学烦恼的Carlos一如既往前往法拉利的休息室寻找前队友Leclerc排忧解难，不过今天他走错了房间
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Oscar was fucked.
As in, properly down-bad, head-over-heels besotted. But fucked got more quickly to the point.
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Льюїс добре знає про «термін придатності» легенд. Під час літньої перерви він навідується до Греції й готовий зробити наступний крок — піднятися на два поверхи вище та подзвонити у двері Ніко Росберга.
Або відродження в червоному, що так і не сталося. -
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Lando drifts towards the bar and orders something vaguely fruity. Hah, fruity. The DJ’s playing a remixed version of I KNOW ? that makes his head throb and the drink swirl. Oscar would have something interesting to say, he thinks, he’d make a quip about how blondes weren’t really his type anyway. They’d hover in a corner together—after Lando’s all danced out—and make fun of the drunks, despite not being much better themselves.
Someone brushes past and settles on the edge of his periphery. Lando spins in his chair and sees him, swooping brown hair, pale skin, a quarter zip that’s just so obviously Oscar.