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The late 2025 Oscar villain arc we all wanted.
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“I hate you. Christ, I hate you so fucking much, I can’t even… You weren’t supposed to be like this.”
Oscar forgets to breath, the words settling over him with a wave of nausea and a sick sense of arousal. His every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. “Like what?”
“Winning. Before me, too. Beating me. Making me feel like…” Lando rasps. “Every time you stand over me on the podium, I want to rip my hair out. It drives me fucking insane. Every time you win, I hate it, I hate you.” He licks his lips, Oscar’s eyes pathetically tracking the movement.
“If you’d just drive better, you wouldn’t be seeing me win.” He says, his stomach churning. “You wouldn’t need my fucking help. And just for the record, I can’t stand you either.” It’s a blatant lie, and he thinks Lando knows it, but maybe he doesn’t, because his expression shatters, defiance crumbling into a million broken pieces right in front of Oscar. And Oscar, who just minutes ago was pushing exactly for this reaction, can’t take it. Not when it’s Lando; not when it wasn’t true anyway.
“I’m sorry.” He says. Another lie. This one, they both recognize as such.Bookmarked by Liloseae
16 Jan 2026
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February 20th, 2025 --- Oliver Bearman creates a group chat. Chaos reigns supreme.
Or: A chat fic following the 2025 Formula 1 season.
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14 Jan 2026
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Alex has just made history as the first ever Thai driver to win a Formula 1 Grand Prix, with the record breaking celebrations to match. The only thing is he can’t remember anything from those celebrations or how he ended up half naked in an unfamiliar hotel room.
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11 Jan 2026
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11 Jan 2026
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“Kyle,” Dalton’s voice comes through the other side. He sounded distraught, on the verge of tears.
Something’s wrong.
Kyle shoots up in bed, phone still held to his ear, “Dalton? What’s wrong? Why are you calling me right now?” His voice is verging on panic, his heart pounding in his chest.
Colton’s slowly sitting up beside him in the bed, cautious and carefully. He reaches for Kyle, gently pulling him towards Colton’s chest, a quiet support.
Dalton goes quiet over the phone, sniffling before he says, “Kyle–Logan’s—he’s dead.”
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- Part 14 of the view between villages
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11 Jan 2026