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you up? (yes, always for you)

Summary:

When two uni flatmates are mistakenly added to the same campus group chat, a casual "wrong number" turns into nightly banter, chaotic dares, and deep confessions typed between 1 and 4am. Lando is all bad puns and sarcasm. Oscar is all logic and low-key roasts. Neither of them expected to catch feelings in a chat box

Notes:

This fic is written entirely in text messages. Yes, really. Thank you to insomnia, late-night existential dread, and the fact that Lando and Oscar both give “text you at 2am for no reason" energy. They are stupid. They are soft. They're doomed. I love them

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Chapter 1: meet cute, but in a group chat

Chapter Text

[ group chat name: Econ 101 Dumpster Fire ]

MaxV: who tf is "oscar" and why are they in here now
Lando: idk but if he has notes from last lecture he can stay
Oscar: i’m literally in this class.
MaxV: sus

— — —

[ private chat: lando + oscar ]

Lando: hi fellow dumpster fire victim
Oscar: hi guy who thinks i’m not in the class i’ve attended 5 weeks of
Lando: ok but were u THERE when prof simpson said "externalities" and knocked over his water bottle
Oscar: ...yes. and i remember because the water hit my laptop.
Lando: oh my god you're THAT guy

Lando: laptop okay?
Oscar: no. she died.
Lando: rip to oscar’s macbook, gone but not forgotten
Oscar: it was a dell.
Lando: even worse

— — —

[ two nights later, 01:03 AM ]

Lando: you up
Oscar: it’s 1am
Lando: so that's a yes?
Oscar: unfortunately

Lando: can you settle a debate. is a hotdog a sandwich
Oscar: no
Lando: rude
Oscar: it’s a taco. open on one side.
Lando: MIND BLOWN
Oscar: go to bed
Lando: say it nicer
Oscar: go to bed, darling
Lando: oh.

— — —

[ three weeks later, after econ midterm ]

Lando: you ever bomb a test so bad you start planning your future as a barista
Oscar: you work at a coffee shop already
Lando: yeah but like, permanently

Oscar: how bad?
Lando: i called supply a “vibe” in my essay
Oscar: that’s kind of poetic
Lando: yeah until you realize the question was about inflation

Oscar: want to come over? i’ve got snacks and a playlist called “crying but in a cool way”
Lando: do you always make emotional crises sound cute
Oscar: only for you

— — —

[ later that night ]

Lando: your flat smells like lavender and responsibility
Oscar: thanks. it’s my roommate’s diffuser and my anxiety
Lando: you make stress look good
Oscar: stop flirting with me unless you mean it
Lando: …what if i do

Oscar: then maybe stop texting and come sit closer?
Lando: on my way