#wiz.wips

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🌪️omg 814 romcom?! Tell us more

sure! here’s a short snip:

“Will that be all?” Oscar asks.

“Yeah,” says the customer. He shoves his hands in his pockets, and then seems to think about something. “But, actually. What’s, like. The best flavour of crisps?”

“Er. Any… occasion?”

“Nothing super special. I just want to hear an opinion.”

Oscar blinks. His mind is piecing this together, wondering if this is a trick. He usually is asked about things like cheese, or game meats, or seasonal berries. Not really crisps, though. Most people had their own preference already.

“I’m being so serious,” the customer-wearing-a-baseball-cap says.

^answering this from a fic asks game from a while ago

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4.5k words on mystery christmas fic, no idea if it's coherent, haven't even read it back yet and it's 3am, and i doubt i will post it on the 25th, but. we are here. and we have 4.5k words of mystery christmas fic...

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Got tagged to do the Last Line Game by @cx-boxbox... feels like a hot minute since i worked on any fic (haven't had time), but!

Last Line Game: share the last line(s) of whatever you're working on.

“Sorry about the mess.” Oscar says to Lando. Lando stands there, in the living room, with his hands in his pockets. Eyes full of something that Oscar thinks might even approximate wonder. “Not at all. I kinda dig it.” Oscar chooses not to dwell on the warmth, the bud of feeling that’s started unfurling in his chest for some reason. Maybe Alex left the heating on again. “Tea?” Oscar says, in a lower voice to Lando. “Why are you whispering?” “Because my flatmate, the one who’s actually English, has this weird sonic ability to–” “DID YOU SAY TEA, OSCAR?” comes Alex’s voice, from his room.

tagging... @lovelylotusf1 @jusst-you-race @maaxverstappen @alphatinies @albonoooo @fueledbyremembering @souvenir116 @blueballsracing and whoever wants 2 play

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think i'm finally getting somewhere with edits, so uhhh. another maxoscar snip:

Oscar is the one who leans in, and kisses Max. Factual at first. Placid. His touch is curious, his mouth half open. Exactly what it felt like at boarding school when Oscar kissed girls. Except the person he’s kissing is 1. not a girl, 2. not placid at all. In fact, Max returns the kiss with insistence. With an eagerness Oscar hadn’t expected. Max lets Oscar stay where he is, but places one hand firmly on Oscar’s neck, and the other on his waist.  Oscar grunts at surprise with the force of it, the open attraction. Of course Max kisses exactly like he races. With focus, with full claim over everything in its path. Never by halves.  Good thing Oscar can match him, then.  Because when Max tugs Oscar closer, leans his face to the side and nips at Oscar’s lower lip, a hunger that Oscar hadn’t known he had lights up in him too. His synapses seem to say: well, he’s into it. The three time world champion’s interested in you, so you might as well show him how you drive, too. 

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is this anything??? (you tell me bruh)

snippet from AU where lando and oscar are both spiderman

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“He keeps keying the same sequence, but changing the last two letters.” Oscar says.

“Woah. How’d you know that. You psychedelic or something.”

“Psychic. And no. I’m not. I can just see it, there.” Oscar points at an opposite wall, with a mirror panel where Crimson’s number sequence is reflected.

“Clearly you stayed in school in your world, showoff.”

“I'm just observant. Plus, I got bitten later than you.” Oscar says, still watching Crimson. Calculating in his head the number of swings it might get over there to incapacitate him, if Lando could maybe cause a distraction or something. 

“Hey, have you ever seen those Jamie Bond movies?” Lando says, leaning further forward on his perch with interest.

“Don’t you mean James Bond?”

“Ugh, no. Jamie. She goes on these missions, they’re really fun, and she always ends up in a situation with this homme fatale gambit thingy–” 

“Homme fatale?”

“Duh. And who the hell is James Bond?” Lando says, as if Oscar has just told him the sky is green, not blue. 

Above them, Crimson’s typing gets more frantic. The collider is bursting with colours now, threads and threads winding around the huge space, though they seem to sense that Oscar and Lando are not of their worlds, so the time-ribbons fly all around them, tendrils streaming steadily in the air. 

“You’ve got to explain this to me like I’m dumb.” Oscar says. “Because maybe I’m–”

Lando looks up, face bisected by a rainbow of different colours. 

“No time. Just watch.” Lando says, before shooting a web up, swinging towards the platform where Crimson is.

“Lando–” Oscar hisses. The name has barely left his mouth before Lando’s landed on the Collider’s platform.

Crimson turns, eyes of his suit ink black. The kind of horrible galactic jet black Oscar associates with scary water pools at the start of alien attack sequences, or pitch dark space that sucks up spaceships.

Oscar yanks his cloth mask back on before he crawls along the side of the wall, finding footholds and microscopic edges, trying to keep as inconspicuous as possible.

“Heya, Red.” Lando says. 

“Of course you are here.” Crimson says, masked face in profile. “And you brought a friend.”

Oscar sucks in a breath.

Well. So much for stealth mode.

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enjoy this snippet of a landoscar birthday ficlet that i might post tomorrow, maybe? (also happy birthday to op81 lol i'm so glad he will never see this because i would rather launch myself directly into the sun.)

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They all sing happy birthday off key, dragging out the “to-ooo you-uuuu”. And that’s when Lando does it. 

He runs a finger along the whipped cream at the top of the chocolate cake, turns before anyone can react, and smears it on the side of Oscar’s cheek.

Oscar’s skin is warm. Lando tries to ignore the thrill it sends to his gut, of provoking a leashed dog that has sharp teeth.

Oscar goes very still for a minute, expression in careful neutral. He blinks once, then twice.

Then he turns to Lando, and barely breaks into a smile. Slow and deliberate, Oscar swipes an index finger through the trail that Lando left on his face. All around them, people are laughing. The two of them are laughing, but not at the same thing. Oscar darts his tongue out – pink, Lando thinks, pink like delicate, secret things, things that are hidden inside buds and soft places – and Oscar licks the cream directly off his fingers. 

“Gonna get you back for that one.” Oscar says. 

“I’d like to see you try, mate.” Lando says, good-naturedly.

The camera catches it all. 

But only the two of them understand the low level threat, carefully threaded into Oscar’s tone.

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last line game as tagged by @slideleftt

It’s strange, Oscar thinks, watching as Lando walks slightly ahead, weaving patterns with his footsteps that only seem to make sense to him, like a bird that’s just learned how to fly. It’s strange to feel like you get to know someone so intimately, even if it hasn’t really been a long time.  As if he’s heard what he’s thinking, Lando stops, waiting for him to catch up. They end up walking in silence, shoulder to shoulder, absorbing the scenes of the lit up windows and their inhabitants and their cosy and entirely ordinary lives. Bicycles whiz past, barely dodging the both of them who have made the foolish decision to walk on the cycling path. Once in a while a door opens and people spill out, tipsy on craft beer and Pimms and summer cheer. Everyone's in a celebratory mood, in the easy summer evening, the longest night of the year.  And even with the shitty graffiti and dog piss and the buses roaring past outside, it still feels like the universe has aligned things just right. For one serendipitous moment, it’s just the two of them, out in the world. Perfectly ordinary.

i will go ahead and tag uhhhh... idk if these folks have done this recently... @strwbrryfire @cx-boxbox @epaulando @unlapped @oscarpiastriwdc @f1-giuki @lovelylotusf1 !

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tagged by @blueballsracing to post a no context snippet:

Oscar hadn’t even thought about Lando in a dress before, but Lando of course had been resourceful enough to stress test the theory, and now here they were. “This thing itches.” Lando says. The other man’s face is warm with nerves. Oscar’s overcome with the urge to soothe or fuck this out of him. Perhaps both. “Come here.” Oscar mumbles. “Oh, finally. Like you didn’t— mmmerhgh.” Lando cannot finish his sentence, because Oscar kisses him furiously. Kisses him like he wants to suck all the air out of the room and Lando’s embarrassment with it, when there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Just Lando, a vision. A wrong that is so right that Oscar can’t find it in himself to feel ashamed about any of it, doesn’t have it in him to want to deny what they are anymore.

tagging uhhh @maaxverstappen @lovelylotusf1 @oscarpiastriwdc @jennarations @landoom and whoever wants to play (idk why tags are being funky sorry if they are y'all)

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A word for the wips game.... drink or eyes or cat. 👀

hello lovely georgia! i will go with cat.

this is a snip from a lando and oscar are both spiderman in the multiverse idea from aaaages ago…

Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag? Katy Perry sings, with pizzaz, in Oscar’s ears. He swings from block from block, humming the song and trying not to drop his bluetooth headphones even if they’re well secured behind his mask. He fires a web and takes a cat out of a tree. He stops a man trying to steal a bike in Williamsburg, even though the people in Williamsburg are insufferable and probably deserve it. Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon! Katy sings.

He sees a landlord having a dispute with a tenant, and decides that maybe that argument is a little beyond his pay grade at the moment. He does, however, put on a physics podcast instead to kill time while scanning the police radios.

According to the laws of known physics, this world is just one of many, the podcaster says. Oscar takes out a robber and grabs a bungee cord from a nearby bike to secure the guy before the police arrive.

Quantum theory posits that we are just one branch of multiple possible timelines, running along each other, the host continues. He pauses the podcast while he redirects a doomsday acolyte from trying to scam an old (and unmoved) lady.

Later, he finds his favourite spot on the water tower opposite the Brooklyn Bridge and swings his legs back and forth, back and forth.

There are many potential doorways and worlds that we could enter, though known science has not yet discovered a way to do so. Basically a tremble in the threads of known worlds. Like a spider’s web, the podcast guest says. The hosts make humming and aahing noises of agreement.

Wild, Oscar thinks. They’ll really make anything up these days.

He watches the sun go down, and tries to ignore the little voice in him that says: wouldn’t it be nice though, if you weren’t alone?

from: send me a word in asks and i’ll share a bit from a dormant or abandoned wip

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for the word game, you got a deranged or perhaps a crazed somewhere in there?

i do have “crazy”! from a carcar oneshot that is (fingers crossed) almost ready:

Oscar's phone lights up from where he left it on the other corner of the sink. He slides the iMessage app open. C SAINZ It’s crazy out there today. Record temperatures C SAINZ You would think it is so not normal, right. Singapore was already like this. Lol C SAINZ Anyway I am sure you are psyching yourself up right now. Maybe you will learn not to be so solemn all the time eh Oscar puts his phone on airplane mode, and doesn’t reply.

coming soon to an ao3 near u...

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iirc i was tagged by @cx-boxbox @f1-giuki and @lovelylotusf1 to drop one of those “no context lines from a wip” thing at one point. i got self conscious about it and then decided today life is too short to do that SO!

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The words die in Oscar’s throat as he realises what Lando’s wearing.

It’s a dress. A dress might be underplaying the garment, because it’s barely a garment, the way the liquid purple fabric skims Lando’s body and clings in all the right places. Oscar’s seen dresses like this before, touched them in a similar context, too. It shouldn’t make this much sense, the proportions of a dress moulded onto a body like that.

But it’s him. It’s Lando, beautiful and strangely bashful and totally unlike how he was on camera earlier with the group today. A study of contrasts - strong neck and shoulders where the flimsy straps are, planes of his chest that dips beneath delicate lace that makes Oscar’s mouth water.

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from the Lando gets [redacted] in a dress wip…. which i WILL finish… at some point

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for the romcom wip word: maybe smile or blush or laugh lol

so i realise this is a continuation of a snip i've shared before. in AUGUST. christ i write slowly. anyway--

“I’M PUTTING THE KETTLE ON. DON’T BOTHER COMING OUT!” Oscar yells, loud enough that Alex should hear it. Alex makes a sound like mm’okay, and then it sounds like he’s talking in a very serious voice to someone on a zoom call before he kicks his door shut.  “Please don’t mind all of them. They’re kind of. Feral,” Oscar says, apologetically.  “He’s always on a conference call.” “Story of my life,” Lando says. Oscar wonders what he does. He tries to piece it together. Fashion industry, maybe? His clothes seem fashionable, in a very oversized, nothing-really-matches kind of a way. Maybe he works in tech, like Logan. Or he lives off a trust fund. All seem equally likely. Oscar cracks a smile at his overactive imagination, and then tries to stop himself from being too outwardly delighted, so he’s pretty sure he ends up looking constipated.

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✈️ please!!

from the mystery poll, and because i am a woman of limited to little mystery when it comes to my wips, i hereby present to you:

actor!lando and marine researcher!oscar are stuck together in an airport waiting room.

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“What’s one thing that would surprise most people to find out about you?” Lando asks.

“I raced go karts as a kid.”

“You did? I didn’t do karting, but I did ride motocross for a really long time, until my first theatre director told me it probably wouldn’t do me much credit to like, break my face. ”

“To your credit, it’s quite a face.”

“...Mr Piastri. Did you just flirt with me?”

Oscar’s face doesn’t change, but the tops of his cheeks turn pink.

“Not if you don’t want that.” Oscar mumbles.

Lando pulls his leg closer under the blanket, and leans back. Something between them’s changed. Gears are turning in his head, and he’s wondering how far they could push this. It’s been eight hours, and Oscar’s shown no sign that he’d be the person who would kiss and tell. Given how reticent Oscar generally seemed, Lando might even be flattered if he did.

“What if I did?” Lando says, smoother than he feels. “Want that.”

Lando’s cast the line into deep waters. Now he hopes for the bite.

Oscar’s mouth opens in surprise, and Lando wishes he could capture on film the open expression the other man has, the naked curiosity about where this could go, stark against the darkened windows and runway lights outside.

But then the tannoy goes again, and both of them snap their heads to the announcement, forced to break the chase.

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maxoscar ficlet HELLO?!

snippet? haha well you never asked, but here is a snippet!

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"When was the last time you let loose a little?" Max asks. "Chasing the Championship is very fun. But."

Oscar knows the but. He's missed out on a lot of the partying and uninhibited nights out offered to most young people his age. Not that he hasn't partied, but Prema-videoed Christmas parties didn't really count. Nor did trailing behind Lando as they listened to Martin Garrix's EDM set while responsibly nursing their low alcohol beer, or whatever.

Oscar shoves his hands in his pockets, and stands straighter. "What do you propose?"

And Oscar does not miss the way Max's mouth flicks down to his mouth, then up again.

Max’s eyebrows shoot up. Oscar wants to get on his knees, prove something, wipe the smile right off his face. 

“It’s just a kiss, mate." Max says. "Not a marriage proposal.”

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tagged by @blueballsracing to share a last line i wrote (and it’s been a bit of time cus, busy.) so i yanked something from an old draft instead…

from a time travel 814 oneshot which will probably never see the light of day:

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Lando toys with a corner of the blanket. He’s never been good about hiding his feelings. Oscar loves that about him.

“And how was I?” Lando asks.

“Technically it wasn’t you,” Oscar says, shifting on the bed. “But you were… feisty.”

“Still am, ‘scuse me.”

“But in the way you were at twenty four. You know? You were all over the place then.”

“Fair. My stamina was better then.”

“And not much else.”

Lando smacks his arm with a pillow. “Oi.”

“Point is, we were such different people.”

“I dunno. Are we technically the same people? All the same genetic stuff but in different time branches, right?”

It’s at this point that thinking about the science of what they’re able to do, hurts. More so than either of them ever felt when racing cars at three hundred kilometers an hour. Somehow.

“This is a level of physics I haven’t thought about in fifteen years, Lan.”

“Nerd.”

“Tired nerd.”

“Need soothing, do you?”

“Yeah.” Something unfolds inside of Oscar. He’s home. It’s the moss green of the wall. The cabinet of trophies gleaming proudly in front of framed pictures. Their dog napping outside the bedroom. And this is his Lando.

The world makes sense again.

“Yeah,” Oscar repeats. “That’d be nice, actually.”

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Share your 5th paragraph in your current wip!

from a carcar wip i started... two days ago?

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A person folds themselves down on the step next to him. The blur of blue shirt and black hair reveals itself as Carlos.

The other man tilts his glass at Oscar. There’s dark liquid in it, probably something pretentious and very masculine, like a whiskey on the rocks. Not like Oscar’s fizzy rum and coke zero.

“Ah yes. Alone outside,” Carlos says. “This is a likely place for you to be.” 

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from wip asks