#oscar piasti angst

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Please don’t feel obligated but I’m obsessed with your poly landoscar writing and all the weirdness of the 1-2 last weekend and how osc got his first win has had me thinking about the fallout any angst/jealousy and how that would play out and be resolved after? Or just any scenario where there’s been a little work disagreement or awkwardness between them as team mates. Would love to hear your thoughts!!

i haven't actually watched the last few races because of work and, at the rate i'm going, i don't think i'll ever watch another race again because of work

ahahahaha this is just angst

lando didn't meant to be sour

he was supposed to be happy for oscar, he knew

she was happy for oscar, so why wasn't he?

these bitter feelings were horrible and he didn't understand why he was feeling them

he felt like a child again, a petulant child that just wanted to win everything

and this win was so close

but it wasn't his

it was oscars

it was a deserved in, lando knew

but he deserved it, too

every time he tried to congratulate oscar, the words were heavy on his tongue

and she was caught in the middle of it

it was oscars first podium and she knew she should have watched it

but lando needed comforting

oscar would understand, wouldn't he

well, that was what she was counting on as she ran her fingers through lando's curls and pulled him into her chest

"want me to shout at zac?" she asked, only half joking

his glare wasn't playful and she dropped the attempt at humour

oscar deserved to win, lando knew

but even that didn't stop the hurt

when Oscar walked into the room, she stood and wrapped her arms around him

"I'm proud of you, Osc," she mumbled and pressed her face against his chest

lando stormed out of the room

oscar released a sigh and kissed the top of her head

"I'll go and get him," he said and followed after lando

it was annoying, but oscar wasn't one to get annoyed

he loved lando, sure, but this was ridiculous

they'd celebrated his win like it was a championship win

oscar knew they weren't going to be celebrating his win in the same way

"lan," he called, catching his arm. "talk to me."

lando stopped and turned towards him, his expression clearly pissed off

"if that had been my win, i would have been closer to catching max. I would have been that much closer to winning my first championship," he spat

oscar rolled his eyes

"it was the teams strategy, Lando," he replied with gritted teeth. "i agree with you, but that wasn't how it went down and we can't change that"

"Fuck you, Oscar."

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION IK THERE ISN'T BAD BLOOD AFTER OSCAR'S WIN