#i know. i need to get my arse to write more again😭 i was literally in the gym on the treadmill yesterday … writing

[autumnapricot]

will there be sexual content between charles and max in the fic? This wont affect my interest and i know its kind of a weird question im just super curious to see where this is going lol

hello anon,

no worries at all, it‘s a completely valid question!

in will o‘ the wisps itself there will be no sexual content between max and charles, no. i feel like there is a lot for them to go through and take care of as characters individually and also figure out together first before we‘d get to that point and i thought it would be too rushed to fit it into the storyline, which is something i didn‘t want for them.

i have possibly been thinking about maybe maybe MAYBE writing a sequel in which we would cover more intimate moments like these because i would love for them to have those „on-screen“ but again, that is a big maybe and i can‘t promise anything yet! i would love to write it though! (for now i need to finish wotw first lol! ik ik i‘m slow sorry🥲)

thank you for your question and reading along! <3

[wisteriagoesvroom]

Blind Date x Forgotten First Meeting AU landoscar

Hilarity of slightly mutual friend groups so they assume the other is the other half of the blind date (they aren’t 😂 friends assume they are too different to work) even tho they don’t *know* each other but one of them (A) remembers a very young encounter/friendship that really struck a cord in A and has been on their mind forever but assumes B has completely forgotten or it wasn’t as profound or B doesn’t realize the other component is A (would be funny if B talks about the friendship/encounter around A at some point but has no fucking clue the person B is talking about is right fucking there 😭😭😭)

As I was writing this it definitely felt like lando would be more B and oscar more A but I trust this in your hands wiz 🧡

Feel free to ignore blind date aspect if it flows better another way ✌🏻

Idea for very young encounter totally not ripped off from an episode of Bluey: they meet at a campsite locale to one of them as little kids and spend the entire week just getting along like a house on fire but eventually the week ends and the other has to go back to his country and they are too young to keep in contact. Bluey episode totally not for reference cause it’s really really cute 8 minutes 😭😭😭 https://www.bluey.tv/watch/season-1/camping/

-brooke <3

brooke/ @scuderiabs my friend i literally sat on this for so long cus i genuinely wasn’t sure what else i could add to your gourmet ask right here.

but! on the night of the blue suit oscar debut, it’s perfect because either of these would work beautifully… especially if oscar or lando met again at a friend’s wedding (alex albon’s is always gonna be my default setting for romcom-at-the-wedding AUs).

and obviously we gotta have some supporting visuals so here you go:

and ahoy… maybe a glimpse into this world.

snippet below:

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“I didn’t think it was you.”

“Why?!”

“You look… the same. But different.” Oscar says, tapping the rim of his glass.

The evening light’s dipping into darkness, sky going blue and sooty. Yellow candlelight casts soft circles on Lando’s face. The years have been kind to him. He’s handsome, in a way that endears easily, draws people close to him in a way that works well for Alex’s large contingent of groomsmen.

“How different?”

“Older.”

“Well you look exactly the same as you did when I kicked your arse at tennis. Remember the instructor?”

“Yeah. Thomas was never subtle about the cigarette breaks behind the shed.”

“Pretty funny when your serve hit that citroën though.” Lando shakes his fists in the air dramatically.

“Arrêté!” Lando adds, in a poor imitation of Thomas, the very harried summer school tennis instructor.

Oscar snorts with undignified laughter. One of Alex’s stern Thai aunts looks at him disapprovingly.

“Sorry.” Oscar mumbles. This is far too much emotion for a communal setting. A flush creeps up his neck, and he wonders if he’s getting a food allergy. Maybe it’d be easier if he disappeared to the bathroom to play tetris on his phone and stay inconspicuous like he’d planned after all. Or maybe he could walk into a wall and take refuge in an ambulance.

“I think I saw a tennis court out there earlier.” Lando says, sipping his gin and tonic. There’s a sprig of boysenberry in Lando’s that somehow perfectly matches the cheery boutonnière on his brown suit. Oscar’s not sure how Lando got the bartender to do that up as a special, because it was presumably off menu from the carefully curated wedding drinks. (Probably Lando’s bizzare Prince-Charming-via-Clapham-Common act, and god knows the charm offensive has been working on him too. Nonetheless, it’s really the least of Oscar’s priorities at the moment.)

Because Oscar is looking at Lando’s face. At the quizzical slant of the other man’s brow. He’s watching as Lando leans in curiously, knee just microscopically close enough that they could touch. Though Lando stops just short of doing so, as if sensing that Oscar needs to come in willingly.

Oscar knows Lando has been flirting with him all night. Saying look at you in that amused voice, finding excuses to clink their glasses together far beyond the wedding toasts were over, with flimsy excuses to do so (“god save the queen!” “she’s long gone, mate.” “then god save us all!”).

They’ve also been reminiscing about that one summer camp from over a decade ago. From when they’d lost touch, and all the things that have happened in their lives since. Life in Australia, life in England. Finishing Engineering school. One dropping out of college to pursue music. Births and deaths and having to pay taxes now.

And of all the millions of possible places, of the skipped stops and lost connections in the world; of all the phone numbers and emails and social pages they’ve near-missed, they’ve met again, right here.

Oscar remembers summer sun. Shouting across the net, knocking elbows. Chocolate and marshmallows stuffed into a baguette, sticky on his hands. Dogeared detective novels passed back and forth. A blur of curly hair streaking past him, both of them jumping headfirst into a lake, surfacing to take in huge lungfuls of air.

“You fancy a rematch?” Oscar asks, sipping the last of his drink. He’s not sure if he’s talking only about tennis.

But he doesn’t break eye contact, and hopes Lando understands what he’s really asking.

Lando’s gaze stays steady at him.

A corner of Lando’s mouth tips up into a smile.

(Cicadas hum outside. It’s summer, again.)

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[apricottah]

there’s so many things i want to tell you and it builds up and becomes too much, anyway let me tell you what has been happenninnggg there is something so wrong with me all the time i swear the past like 2 weeks? week? three weeks? idk how long it’s been but anyway i went out whenever this is like at the start of when i last wrote something and me and my friend go out and jay who i went es with is there bc he works at the pub we went to and we had a really nice time but then we’re all talking about ages ago when we went to the eden project and me and this guy broke into the eden project and stole ice skates and went ice skating and swam in the waterfall but apparently the night before that there was this girl and they found me behind the portaloos 😭😭 telling her like no no get off me and she was trying to get it onnn with me and they had to save me from her bc i was like nooo and she was like 😜😜😜 so new trauma got unlocked that i completely don’t remember. whatever there’s this guy at work i fancy the fucking arse off of but like when i like someone im so nervous i just cant if idc im fine whatever but i literally idk i have a problem so ofc i told everyone and their nan i think he’s Fitttttt, we’ve been talking a bit but im still working on it but then a couple days later i sort of got over it. i asked my step dad to get some bread a week ago and he gave me the dirtiest look so my home life isn’t so great also my sister’s got really bad again and i shldn’t be workinf so much so i can look after her but i need to get my own place so i can just get custody of her it’s tricky and i’m really bad at law. i was out the other day and im walking to the loo and i see caitlin fucking daniels i haven’t spoken to her in yearrsss man she was like omg grace?!? and i was like hi!! and we’re gonna meet on sunday im so excited i was like ahhhh im doing so much better now im so heaLTHY lets do smth! she’s doing really good she seems more balanced. i have this 50th bday party on sat and im so anxious bc the only people i know going is the girl who’s parents it is, her bf and my fucking disgusting toxic ex who i would literally rather set fire to my own body than sit in a room with for any amount of time because everyone is still so blind i literally feel crazy saying he’s an asshole but im sorry i called it from the start and then i was psychotic so idrk what happened but my therapist said it’s best to just leave closed doors closed and accept what was left behind them which yeah i get but fucking hell im not drinking when i go onsat because one fucking glass of wine and i would honestly choke the shit out of him chop his cock off and bury his body in the woods yeah maybe i do have a lot of repressed anger and resentment but at least i’m getting it out in ways like writing it down instead of doing something about it. i had a dream i was pregnant last night and it was soo weird also i didn’t get into halls for uni but i think it’s a good thing i just do not think it wld be good for me im gonna just go into a house and get a job and get on with it i actually have a goal now and i am soooo gassed for it because the law changed a while ago too so you can live in italy if you’re working abroad like idk i think it’ll make it easier for me and i won’t have to fake marry a gay italian man. i have such a good idea for a book i can’t wait to start it also i finally finished my draft of the first one i am SO excited except now i need to go back and edit it alllllll which will bore the ABSOLUTE SHIT out of me but it’s also okay because i love myself