✨️standgrand✨️

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4327723

-> current serie about landoscar in the 2024 season, going on the 2025 season

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60845713/chapters/155412712

23.12

“Oh—”

The sound left him under his breath, barely louder than the quiet in the room.

Behind him, something shifted.

A groan. Soft, sleepy.

Oscar didn’t answer immediately.

He was still looking.

Still taking it in like if he blinked too long, it might disappear.

“Lando,” he said finally, voice low but threaded with something unmistakable. Excitement. Wonder. “Wake up.”

A pause.

“…No,” Lando mumbled instantly, burrowing deeper into the pillow. “It’s illegal. Too early.”

Ive been MiA for a while and I’m sorry about it.

I turned 23 two weeks ago and it went a bit drama in my colocation so it’s been hard for a while with no possibilities of writing or be concentrated enough to deliver my best work for you guys.

Then… I forgot I had a thesis to turn in so now I’m compulsively writing it because I only have 1 week to send it and I wrote nothing real 🤡.

But I’m not forgetting you guys and I’ll give you the chapters you’ve been waiting for and even more (I think you know which bonus I’m thinking about 🫡 lmsy)

Hi !

hmmmm remember when I said I was in a collocation and it was good ? Well, now it's hell :) SO basically I'm trying to write and hen people are being assholes and I have to step in. BUT I'm coming guys I'm coming guys. Also i'm writing my thesis help me god.

Hiii, I'm good and you ?

22.12

“You’re nervous,” he said.

It wasn’t a question.

Oscar let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “A bit, yeah.”

“A bit?” Adam echoed, one eyebrow lifting slightly.

21.12

Behind him, Lando made a soft, content noise, clearly pleased with this new development. “See? Team effort,” he murmured, eyes half-closed again. “You pack… she supervises… I… morally support.”

20.12

“No kiss?” Lando had muttered at the empty kitchen, holding the toast like it had personally wronged him. “Unbelievable.”

🫡🫡

19.12

“I think about stuff like that more than I used to,” he went on. “About staying in one place longer. About routines. About not living like every year is just the next airport and the next race and the next thing.” He hesitated, thumb rubbing along the rim of his mug. “About being responsible for something that isn’t a car or a dog or a plant I forgot to water.”

Oscar’s lips twitched despite himself. “You did kill three succulents.”

18.12

“Where’s the ”

Oscar slapped it shut with his palm.

The sound echoed far louder than it had any right to.

They both froze.

Lando blinked. Looked at the drawer. Looked back up at Oscar, confusion written plainly across his face. “Why did you just ”

“Wrong drawer,” Oscar said immediately, voice firm, tone final, as if this were a completely reasonable kitchen rule.

osc:  Need you. Urgent.

osc:  Kidnapping.

osc:  Bring expertise. And enthusiasm. And patience. And probably alcohol for moral support.

16.12

When they finally paused, stepping back to take in the scene, the living room had been transformed. The tree sparkled like a miniature constellation, garlands shimmered in waves along shelves and mantels, and tiny figurines dotted every surface with charming chaos. Oscar spun toward Lando, eyes wide, shining, voice nearly trembling. “This… this is perfect. Absolutely perfect. I—God, I love you.”

15.12

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk about,” he said evenly. “I think we should spend it at your parents’.”

Lando froze.

The fork stopped halfway to his mouth. The toast hovered, forgotten. His eyes widened just a fraction before narrowing again, disbelief crashing into his expression like a wave.

14.12

Lando reached out without looking, fingers curling weakly into Oscar’s sleeve. “Don’t go.”

13.12