still, i choose you. | landoscar
Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame.
"I want you."
Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back.
"What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed.
But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close.
He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address.
"I want-Lando's home address."
Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando."
But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke.
"O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe.
And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always.
And then-raw, unfiltered, aching-
"I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore."
Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas.
"You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"
