NookInTheCorner
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Oscar thought he'd dealt with this years ago.
The way his chest clamps down, and his heart races, and he thinks the walls are closing in.
And the last thing he needs to realise is that he hasn't whilst Lando is standing right there.
But Oscar's exhausted, and you can only push these things under for so long.
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23 Jun 2026
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“Look down…” the Australian says, “and try not to freak out too much…”
The Brit does as he’s told and immediately freaks out, because right next to the table leg is his teammate. A very tiny version of him…
“O- Oscar?!” Lando blinks, trying to figure out if what he’s seeing is real. The Oscar he is looking at is barely twenty centimeters tall. The size of a hamster, if a hamster had the long lanky limbs of a human.
Lando steps closer and crouches down. “Please be careful with those enormous shoes of yours. I don’t want to die,” Oscar says as he hides slightly behind the table leg.
“Lando… Why is my driver the size of a notebook?” Charlotte, Oscar’s PR manager, says over Lando’s shoulder. She sounds just as puzzled as the older McLaren driver feels.
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In which Oscar gets cursed, and Lando is so scared his teammate might get squished he keeps him on his shoulder (and in his pocket) the entire time.
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- Part 1 of F1 hexes and curses
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28 Mar 2026
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George and Oscar are both unusual for their secondary sexes, but what's one hook up between co-workers?
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05 Mar 2026
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Last Job Of The Day by TheAbsent
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Everyone In This Bank Is A Thief - Benjamin Stevenson
26 Feb 2026
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Decorating a church sounds hard. But really, it would be easy stuff… if I didn’t keep getting distracted by the priest.
Or: Isack is a hired helper. Liam is a silent priest.
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02 Mar 2026
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Max focused on it without meaning to, the way his brain latched onto patterns when it wanted to calm down.
One… two… three… four.
One… two… three… four.
Max dreamily counted to himself, letting it anchor him. Let it pull him further down into stillness, into that soft place just before sleep where thoughts slowed and edges blurred.
OR George and Max established relationship cardiophilia smut.
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- Part 1 of Tumblr Short Requests
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24 Feb 2026