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*TW FOR DEPRESSION, SUICIDE ATTEMPT AND SELF HARM. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE SUBJECTS WILL TRIGGER YOU*
In which Oscar Piastri has mental health issues and struggles to cope, and Lando is by his side through it all
Bookmarked by meichyu
26 Jan 2026
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Lando Is alone. Feels alone. Alone with his thoughts and unhealthy coping mechanisms... He thinks his life is finished, just like that, gon in the silence...
But Oscar really wants to help him. He really does.
Does he know how to save a life?Or
Just listened to How to Save a Life by The Fray and need to write this down.
English is not my first language, hope everything is spelled correctly.
Bookmarked by meichyu
20 Jan 2026
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"You’re so beautiful, Osc," Lando whispered. He felt the words physically leave his mouth, like they were made of silk. "I spend all year trying not to say it every five minutes, but tonight... God, you’re just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."
AKA Oscar and Lando get stoned together and they are painfully inlove with each other.
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- Part 4 of Landoscar One Shots
Bookmarked by meichyu
19 Jan 2026
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Lando locks the door behind him. He doesn’t know how much time he has before Oscar or Jon or someone else from McLaren come looking for him. Especially not after he ran off the way he did. So he acts fast, pulling the small pill pot from his backpack and opening it, tipping the contents into his palm.
A small, silver blade tumbles into his hand. Lando throws the pot to one side and enters the tiny bathroom in his driver’s room, pushing the door shut behind him with his foot. This one doesn’t have a lock, but the lock on the main door should do a good enough job of keeping anyone and everyone out.
or, Lando is in a bad place when Oscar finds him. (vent fic, please read author's note for more warnings)
Bookmarked by meichyu
31 Dec 2025
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Lando felt the panic rise in him and, as he became increasingly wound up, his options seemed to decrease. He opened the draw under the sink that he knew held what he needed and pulled out the razor blade. The tears blurred his vision and he felt himself fall apart, his composure leaving in waves with a steady rhythm. He might have compared it to music, if he could find any beauty in it.
Bookmarked by meichyu
31 Dec 2025

