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buttemundschau · 4 days
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neondreams83 · 1 month
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bleacherheart · 2 months
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late night vibes playlist
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free-my-mindd · 2 months
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My type of date <3
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wanderingblindly · 7 days
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hiiiiii, office au, "do you want me to stay?" and landoscar for the drabble thing, please 🫶🏻 love you!!!
Late Nights (Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, 1.3k words)
Oscar leans forward and rummages through the bag, nabbing a pair of chopsticks and an unopened container. "Want me to stay?" Lando's heart sinks; has he been home late so often that Oscar would offer? "Babe, it's really gonna be a late one, I can't --" He talks around his mouthful of noodles. "I don'mind."
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really pushed myself to not let this spiral into a huge thing -- which has been my issue lately lol. so it's very slice of life! I hope you enjoy love!!!
prompt post here xx
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drwgs · 8 months
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sometimes, we don’t
miss the person,
but we do mourn
what could’ve happened
if the universe agreed
to the plans we made.
-unknown
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snoozebin · 28 days
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- ꔫ life's ノ ׁ better on 𓄷 ּ
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‧₊˚. ⋅saturn 𓂃 🪐 (dreamin' of saturn)
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🪐🪐 : @ayatxt
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murdi0r · 6 months
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pov i take selfies while u eat me out at 4:58AM
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diemesh · 1 year
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innamorat4 · 1 year
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What I love about late nights is how the only thing I can hear, touch, and feel is myself. All is silent, all is quiet, I can feel I am the only thing alive for miles.
Sometimes, being around others makes me feel suffocated. I have finally mastered the difference between being alone and being lonely, and my company doesn't feel overwhelming now. I am able to sit in the dark listening to music late at night, and I remember how good it is to be alive, so alive, so broken and bruised and having survived.
Do you feel alive tonight?
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reyebabe · 9 months
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forestgirlpoems · 8 days
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Late Nights Lying in Bed
in a blue car the dome light refuses to die out;
a girl trying to find the reason, opening each door
trial and error in the darkness
heart beating one two
skipping one two
a mosquito buzzing and whining
right next to an ear
flying in and out of reach
pushing dials already dialed to the max
the lid must be removed
before the pot boils over
where's the lid in a human body
when all tears have run out dry
and a scream keeps building
and the heart keeps beating...
even at midnight
the light refusing to die out
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sweetchildofrocknroll · 2 months
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ryustana · 7 months
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Enjoy the madness.
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wanderingblindly · 4 months
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WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:
Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri
Late Nights (1.3k words, oneshot)
Oscar leans forward and rummages through the bag, nabbing a pair of chopsticks and an unopened container. "Want me to stay?" Lando's heart sinks; has he been home late so often that Oscar would offer? "Babe, it's really gonna be a late one, I can't --" He talks around his mouthful of noodles. "I don'mind."
Someone in Seattle (11.6k words, oneshot)
���Could I, like… would you be my model for it? Maybe?” “That’s what the coffee was for then?” “No, that was, uh.” He can feel his face heating up, skin undeniably turning a deeper shade of red under Lando’s gaze – mirthful and a little something else. “That was different.” “Gonna say what?” “No.”
Keep Talking (2.7k words, oneshot)
Closing his eyes, pulling a deep breath in through his nose, Lando lowers himself to the floor – sitting directly next to Oscar’s spread knees. “Yeah?” Oscar asks, voice already softer – leading. He’s still sat casually against the sofa, looking down at Lando with warm, understanding eyes. Lando nods in response, eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself lean against Oscar’s leg, rubbing his cheek against his sweatpants.
Nouveau Hot (3.5k words, oneshot)
Lando’s hand moves faster, the knot in his stomach growing tighter with each stroke, each flick of his wrist. Easy muscle memory, it should be enough but — “Need you, need you, need you now, I- Osc, please I -oh fuck,” He’s rambling, the words spilling out faster as he desperately chases release — hips fucking up uselessly into his hand. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”
Lando v Media (1.2k words, oneshot)
He’s very aware that fucking his teammate isn’t exactly the best PR move he’s ever come up with. And he didn’t need to be told that, to be clear. Though, to be even clearer, he was told that – Jon made quick work of pointing it out, as did the HR representative, as did the PR representative, as did Andrea. But again, he was already aware, so that all felt really excessive.
Bite Down (Show Me How) (1.2k words, oneshot)
“I’m a virgin, by the way.” Smooth start. Oscar, to his irritating credit, doesn’t even look at him from his spot, leaning casually against the elevator wall. “Yeah?” He turns his head, giving Lando a look that makes him realize he’s not the one in charge here. “Wanna do something ‘bout that?”
You Bring Me Closer to God (9.7k words, oneshot)
They’re still close enough to whisper, Lando’s hand holding him in place as he grins wildly. “You like it rough, Osc?” He doesn’t even care if it’s just a bit, just Lando’s stage persona washing over him like it does all his fans. Looking up at Lando, looking at the lipstick he smeared across his cupid’s bow and chin – it’s like he’s seen god. Felt it on his lips, tasted it on his tongue. Oscar grabs him by the nape of the neck without a second thought, pulling them together just as viciously as the first time. Or: In which Lando is a very slutty front-man for a small band seeking their big break, Oscar is an enamored bartender, and Jenson's bar brings them together.
Hot Pink Ring Pops (Would You Marry Me If I Was a Worm?) (4.2k words, oneshot)
“Oscar isn’t ever gonna marry me if I’m a worm, Jon!” He laments, the words uneven and jagged as he sobs (which, Jon realizes, can’t be good for whatever injuries he’s possibly sustained from the crash). Somehow more importantly, what the fuck did Lando just say?
Is It Gay to Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok? (Asking for a Friend) (12.3k words, 2/2 Chapters)
He’s sitting on the bed, dinner long since picked at, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He feels close to hyperventilating. It’s playing on loop, some sappy little edit captioned “i need to find someone to look at me the same way oscar looks at lando”. And really, who the fuck was going to tell him that Oscar smiles at him like that? 
Mortifying! Anyways, (2.3k words, oneshot)
Mortifying interaction, but he’d survive. Besides, it’s not like the cashier was that cut– “Cute enough to make you stupid, huh Norris?” He could hear his smile before he saw his face, a proper Cheshire grin. “Fuck off mate,” Lando groaned, already trying to scrub the cashier from his brain. Except for the Australian accent, he decided; that bit could stay. Maybe his eyes, too, as tired as they had seemed. And his hair, which looked so soft in that kind of ridiculous side part.
If I'm Barbie, and You're Barbie, then Who's Driving the Bus? (814 words, oneshot)
Anyways, the driver room is largely quiet at the moment. But not entirely, much to Lando’s enjoyment. Buzzing from Oscar’s headphones, loud enough for Lando to hear the words, is a song from Barbie. Charli XCX, no less. 
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drwgs · 8 months
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not him lying again
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