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After a toxic relationship with Red Bull driver Jack Piastri, Lando swears he’ll never let himself fall apart for someone again. Unfortunately for him, his McLaren teammate—and Jack’s twin brother Oscar Piastri, is patient enough to stay through every broken piece.
Then Japan happens.
Jack corners him at the back of the paddock, fingers brushing against Lando’s cheek as he whispers, “Does my baby brother know where your heart truly lies?”
Suddenly, Lando realizes healing was never going to be linear—not when your ex and your boyfriend share the same face.
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12 Jun 2026
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“Dude, Spiderman was opposite the building again! He’s been there so much recently, I’m starting to think he lives here or something.”
Oscar choked on a french fry, lightly patting his chest and grabbing his drink to wash it down. “Have you thought about the fact that he probably likes the area?”
“No! He goes there with a hoodie and a backpack, he’s probably on his way home or something! Could you imagine? Spiderman could actually live in the flats opposite us!” Lando exclaimed, turning his head to the window and he could slightly see the same building. The world now becoming suffocated by the increasing darkness, the sunset long gone.
Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose, “I think you’re reading into this way too much, mate.”
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Lando is obsessed with the friendly-neighbourhood Spiderman and Oscar is his good best friend that listens.
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Oscar returns from Australia tanned, jacked, and dumb enough to let his friends choose his costume for George’s birthday party.
Lando is a musical theater enthusiast with a lifelong hyperfixation with Rocky Horror.Or: where Lando realizes George’s “painfully straight” rugby friend is hotter than he remembered and Oscar discovers he might have a thing for pretty boys in fishnets.
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“I bet $100 I can make Oscar the happiest fake boyfriend for a month,” he repeats, holding George’s gaze proudly.
“What… ?” Oscar asks again, his eyebrows raised in what must be his most expressive face. “Wait, what ?”
George snickers, completely gone and spilling some of his drink in the grass, before answering with a shaky, “$200 you can’t.”