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i can't stop thinking about how oversized that hoodie was that oscar was wearing at mtc.

like lando could fully fit in that thing with him. imagine oscar just chilling there minding his business on his phone or sum and all of a sudden a curly head of hair shoves its way under the hoodie 😭😭

Fluff is literally .. the thing I really can’t do but I also couldn’t stop thinking about it so take my 700 words dabble (unedited) of Lando taking over the place in Osc‘s hoodie.🥺

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“S‘fucking cold in Zandvoort man.” Lando barges into his hotel room like he owns that place. Hair a fluffy mess, nose and the tips of his ears pink and alone from the look on his face Oscar already knows Lando is grumpy. Grumpy in the worst sense.

And Oscar? He had the morning session. Already showered, ordered some food and lounged the rest of the day in his bed. Comfy sweats, a pair of fuzzy socks he stole from Lando and the oversized Reiss sweater on. Just enjoying a bit of free time before the madness starts again. He earned that. Just like the extra big portion of pasta he had after his shower.

Lando kicked his shoes off, one trainer flying half-way through the room before he stopped right in front of the bed, one eyebrow raised in a silent question, gooseflesh still visible on his tanned arms.

“Next time try wearing a hoodie?”

Oscar mocks him, tone light while he leans his head to the side - already knowing what Lando wants without saying. Patting the side next to him, already lifting up the blanket. Lando wrangles down his sweats, shirt following, before he lays down next to Oscar, pressing his cold body against the Aussie who lets out a sharp gasp.

“Fuck Lands you’re like .. ice cold?”

The only thing missing is the teeth chattering, would be really dramatic in Oscar’s opinion but on the other hand Lando is the one for dramatic shit. Instead the brit pushes a sneaky hand under Oscar’s hoodie, the cold of his fingers seeping through the shirt.

“That‘s nice..“

A mumble; before Oscar suddenly has a mop of brown curls in his face, Lando wrapping himself over Oscar‘s body, seeking out the warmth he needs so desperately. The other hand slightly pulls at the hem of the hoodie.

“Really big on you. You reckon .. we could both fit in?” Head lifted, he looks at Oscar. Eyes big, head tilted. Doing his best puppy-gremlin-expression, also including a little pout.

For a moment Oscar just stares, thinking about sending Lando away to take a shower so he can enjoy a few more minutes of peace. But at the same time it’s Lando. And he can never say no to Lando, no matter how hard he tries. So after taking a deep breath, he slowly slides more down, lifting the blankets in the process again.

“Try it, just try to keep the hoodie in one piece, yeah?”

But Lando is already busy, sliding down Oscar‘s body. In every other situation it would be hot. But right now, it’s just so awfully endearing. The way Lando lifts up the hoodie, biting down on his bottom lip. Oscar can see the gears in his head working, figuring out how they both can fit in. Oscar is just glad Lando doesn’t see the pathetic fond look on his face and he can bring himself back to looking normal when Lando slides between his legs. Curly head already gone under the hoodie.

There are a few huffs, Lando almost kicks Oscar in the balls when he lifts up one of his legs but then, a long moment later (Oscar was already concerned Lando would suffocate) the head full of brown curls pops out of the neckline; a wide grin on his lips, all teeth on display.

“Hi..”

Lando giggles, face nuzzling against Oscar‘s neck, arms wrapped around his upper body, straddling his lap. When Oscar tilts his head, he can take a deep breath of just Lando. Colognes, shampoo and hairproducts. And if his heart slows down a few beats, it’s between him and god.

His arms wrapped around Lando‘s form under the hoodie, their shared warmth already making him tired again. Lando squirms a bit, just shuffling around until he finds his final position, letting out a content sigh. Body going lax and heavy against Oscar’s chest.

“Could s‘here forever Osc.“

Landos words already slurred, voice low and hoarse like in the mornings. Even without looking at his face Oscar knows that Lando tries to fight sleep, so one of his hands finds the way in Lando‘s curls, softly scraping his scalp until the Brit starts to snore softly. Forever sounds really good.