#osctober

[dailyosc]

DAY #37 / OBJECTOBER DAY #2 or whgatever you wanna call it

screenshot redraw!!!!

anyone got a big ladder? this clip lives so rent free in my head

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day sixteen

prompt: pastries pairing: lando/oscar word count: 400w a/n: tiny little prequel to where i am going is right where i am

The thing Oscar likes most about baking is the precision of it. “Cooking,” his mother used to say. “Is an art form. But baking, baking is a science.”

And Oscar likes that. The measuring of ingredients. How he knows exactly the results he gets if he does exactly what’s expected of him. How everything has to be perfect for a baked good to turn out just right, down to the exact temperature of the oven.

How the simplicity of a croissant hides something much more complex, like layers and layers of butter carefully folded into the dough, creating a perfectly fluffy interior all wrapped in a crispy, flaky outside.

“Oh, shit, this is like, good as hell,” Yoga pants says, wiping the crumbs from his mouth and letting out a truly inappropriate moan.

“Uh,” Oscar says. He’s seen yoga pants before. He’s pretty sure he owns the yoga studio next door. It would explain the pants, at least. He’s never been in Oscar’s store before though, because Oscar would remember. You don’t forget eyes like that.

“Fuck, man. What do you put in these? Crack?” Yoga pants lets out another slightly inappropriate noise. Oscar glances around, partly to check if there’s anyone around to hear, partly to check if there’s anyone around to see the embarrassing red flush that’s taken residence on his cheeks.

“Butter, actually,” Oscar says. He’s trying very hard to play it cool, but Yoga Pants has a croissant crumb stuck to the corner of his mouth and Oscar desperately wants to lick it off.

“Meh, same thing,” Yoga pants says, with a shrug. “I’m Lando by the way. I own the Yoga Studio next door? I’m introducing myself because you will be seeing a lot of me,” he grins, and then specifies, “Because I need a million of these croissants like, daily. Oh, I’m also here to invite you to the local business meeting. It’s horribly boring but George insists, so,” Lando shrugs.

Oscar’s met George. He seems… Nice. Organized. “Oscar,” he says, and when Lando looks confused, adds, “My name.” He sticks out his hand, and Lando takes it. They’re big, and they’re covered in croissant crumbs, and Oscar never wants to let go.

“Nice to meet you, Oscar,” Lando says. “So, will you accompany me to the meeting tonight? Perhaps bring some croissants?”

Oscar has a horrible feeling he will go just about anywhere if Lando would ask. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, sure. I’ll join you.”

[pumpkennpie]

Osctober 2025

Hey guys! Osctober ‘24 went well last year, so I’m posting a bit early this year to see if there’s any interest in doing it again.

As a reminder, Osctober is an Oscar Piastri centered creation event that takes place during October. There is a one or two word prompt for every day, and the lists are posted one week at a time. Any ships including Oscar are welcome, as well as any kind of gen/character studies/etc. All creative avenues are welcome, such as writing, art, edits- everything!

Let me know what you guys think :)

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Voting ended onSep 6, 2025

[oscarpiastriwdc]

OSCTOBER DAY 4:

podium osc

[landoom]

DAY 2 - CURSE

Also on AO3

“Oscar?” Lando asks as he takes the call, surprised to see his teammate’s name on the screen on one of their rare free Sunday mornings. Oscar is not a morning person and he always texts.

“Lando!”

Oscar’s voice sounds strange and it doesn’t take long for Lando to identify the tone as panic. Oscar never panics.

“Lando… Tell me you’re in Monaco!”

“Hum… Yes… Are you stuck outside after a night out or what?” Lando jokes because Oscar doesn’t do nights out.

“Not exactly…”

“Awww… Osc! You can tell Uncle Lando everything you know!” Lando teases but he stops when he hears another voice.

“Cabron! Tell him to come!”

There is no mistaking that accent.

“Ca-Carlos?”

“Shut up, Carlos! You were the one wanting ME to call him!”

“Because we’re in your apartment!”

“Guys?” Lando tries but the two keep bickering so he tries again a bit louder. “Guys!”

“Oh... Sorry Lando so… Hum can you come over?”

“Fast,” Carlos adds.

And okay, Oscar is never that jittery, Carlos is always way more polite and they don’t like each other so why are they together? The situation suddenly seems way less funny.

“Ok… On my way.”

“Thanks.” he hears Oscar say just before hanging up.

***

Less than fifteen minutes later, Lando is knocking on Oscar’s apartment door. He still has no idea of what is going on and neither of the scenarios his brain has come up with during the drive fits.

And still, when the door opens, Lando realises his scenarios are way less strange than what he’s seeing.

Oscar is dishevelled in a way that he even isn’t after a nap. He wears one of his boring white t-shirts but it’s covered in various stains. And he’s looking at Lando like a lost child in a mall.

But that is not even the strangest part… Lando’s eyes follow Oscar’s arm and there, in his hand is another hand that clearly belongs to Carlos.

Carlos who looks as bad as Oscar, just with fewer stains on his T-shirt.

“Come in,” Oscar finally says voice strained.

Lando follows his friends who are still holding each other’s hands. It’s kinda cute in a way. It’s true when they say hate and love aren’t that far from each other. But that still doesn’t explain why Oscar has called Lando in a panic on a Sunday morning.

“Ok, guys… I’m happy for you, really but why am I–”

“We’re not together!” Oscar cuts Lando’s sentence, turning to face him again. Carlos wasn’t expecting the move and he nearly tumbles.

“Hum… You’re holding hands.” Lando points.

“Yes, and that’s the problem!”

“Ok… I’m not sure I’m understanding what’s going on here.”

“We should sit,” Carlos suggests. “Have a coffee and then explain?”

Oscar looks at him like he’s an idiot. So they aren’t in love?

“Do you want me to remind you what happened when we tried to make coffee earlier?” he asks, gesturing to his t-shirt with his free hand.

Lando still can’t connect the dots and he doesn’t like coffee.

“Ok, we can sit but please tell me what’s going on!”

Carlos nods and moves towards the couch, tugging Oscar behind him. They sit next to each other, still holding hands when Lando plops on the armchair.

“So?” he asks, unable to hide his impatience. Nothing makes sense and Lando doesn’t like not understanding what is going on.

Oscar looks at Carlos, eyebrow lifted. Carlos doesn’t react.

“Are you going to explain? As I was so bad at it when I called Lando apparently… ”

“You’re the one responsible for this,” Carlos answers, moving their joined hands.

“What? Are you kidding me? Do you really think I’ve wanted this?”

Lando is startled by the way Oscar has just raised his voice. Oscar never raises his voice.

“Hum… Guys?”

“Sorry, Lando.” they both say at the same time before glaring at each other.

“So…” Oscar finally starts. “We’re cursed.”

Ok, that clearly wasn’t in any of the scenarios Lando imagined.

“What?”

“Start from the beginning!” Carlos says, elbowing Oscar who frowns at the touch.

“Yeah… So, this morning when I woke up, Carlos was there. In my bed. Holding my hand.”

“And I didn’t come here!” Carlos explains earning himself another glare from Oscar.

“Are you letting me explain or what?”

Carlos just shrugs. If Lando’s brain hadn’t shut off at the curse part, he would have found that funny.

“So… Yeah, Carlos didn’t come here by himself and… We can’t let go of each other.”

“What do you mean?” Lando asks, not sure he is processing all the information.

Oscar lifts his hand then and Carlos follows. He tugs towards the left and Carlos follows. Carlos tugs towards the right and Oscar follows. As if they were glued together.

“Oh…”

“That is an understatement.” Oscar deadpans.

“Have you tried to… tug harder?”

They both nod.

“We fell on the floor,” Oscar adds.

“You mean that YOU fell on the floor and made me lose my balance!”

“I fell because you tugged too hard!”

“Guys…” Lando feels the beginning of a headache around his temples. Oscar and Carlos's “hate” for each other was mostly amusing as they didn’t have to interact that much but this is getting a bit too much.

“Sorry,” they say at the same time again and, this time, Lando was expecting the glares exchange that followed.

“So… You’re cursed and you have to keep holding hands… And you called me for help because…”

“It was Carlos's idea. I wanted to call Max as his sister is a witch…”

“Lando’s mother is a witch, too!” Carlos explains, with a proud smile.

“What?” Oscar looks at Carlos and then turns towards Lando “You never told me that!”

“Sorry… Wasn’t sure if you were okay with magic and then the opportunity never came.”

“Ok… I reckon it’s not the right time to discuss this…”

“Ok… I’m going to call her and see if she can help.”

Carlos and Oscar nod as Lando grabs his phone.

***

“Yes, Mum… They are holding hands.”

“…”

“Yes, they’re stuck.”

“...”

“They tried…”

“…”

“Probably during the night as Carlos was there when Osc woke up…”

“…”

“Not really.”

Lando is pacing Oscar's living room, feeling Oscar and Carlos's gazes following him everywhere.

“Ok… yeah… Makes sense…”

“…”

“Oh… Are you sure?”

“…”

“Yeah, ok… I… Yes, of course.”

“…”

“They are not going to like that…”

“What?” Lando hears Carlos say but he doesn’t acknowledge him.

“Ok… And if it doesn’t work?”

“…”

“You’re sure?”

“…”

“Ok. Thanks Mum.”

“…”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

“…”

“Bye Mum. Love you.”

“So what did she say?” Carlos asks as soon as Lando hangs the phone up.

“You… I mean… I’m just repeating what she said here.” Lando precautiously says as he sits back on the armchair.

“Go on. I don’t think it can be worse than being stuck with him.” Oscar says, with another glare towards Carlos.

“I think it could,” Lando answers as he remembers his mother’s words. She seemed really sure of herself and her explanations made sense…

“Lando… Come on!” Carlos insists.

“So… hum… It seems that the curses that link two people physically are always a way to make the people involved realise something…”

“And what are we supposed to realise? That we can’t coordinate enough to make coffee?”

Lando shakes his head and looks down before he continues.

“You’re meant to realise you have feelings for each other…”

“Feelings?” Oscar repeats.

“Oh, I have many feelings for that guy!” Carlos adds, ironically.

“The only way to break the curse is a true love kiss,” Lando concludes.

The silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re making fun of us, aren’t you?” Oscar finally asks, eyes wide open in pure horror.

Lando shakes his head. He was sure they weren’t going to like it. But now that he’s thinking about it, it’s not as ridiculous as it may seem. Like, he wasn’t that surprised when he saw them holding hands earlier. Hate to love and all that jazz. And, he’s close with both of them. He knows how different they can be but when he thinks about it, he can also see how they could complement each other.

”Lando…” Carlos asks, voice strangely low and unsure.

“Yeah?”

“Your mother… Did… Did she say it might not work… I mean… Can she be wrong?”

“She seemed quite sure.”

“Ok,” Carlos says, looking quite defeated.

“So… Hum… I’ll leave you two alone then,” Lando concludes, standing up again.

He notices the pleading eyes of Oscar but there is no way he’s staying to watch these two bickers for hours before they finally get to kiss each other out of desperation and… hopefully, realise that his mother was right and they might be a bit in love.

“Lando…” Oscar says, hesitating.

“Yeah?”

Lando looks at his teammate with what he hopes is an encouraging smile.

“We… Hum… We’ll keep you updated.” Oscar says finally.

Carlos nods and Lando can’t help but notice that it’s the first time they agreed on something.

“Have fun!” he says before seeing himself out.

And as he goes back to his flat, Lando realises he’s a bit envious… Not of the curse of course. But he’d love to have a soulmate, too.

As he thinks that, he remembers he didn’t exactly tell Oscar and Carlos about that part… They will discover it soon enough!

***

The first message comes only two hours after Lando comes back to his flat. It is from Oscar.

“Say thank you to your Mum.”

Carlos’s message follows a few minutes later.

“I hate magic.”

Lando laughs out loud at that, just before another message comes.

“Oscar told me to say thank you.”

Lando just laughs harder. This is going to be fun…

[ayrtonsennasempre]

October is insane

I am in the grief process still.

However this has only led to odd writings, not me not writing at all.

So right now I am doing five different prompt lists for this month. Flufftober Kinktober Whumptober AI less whumptober (alternate or spare prompts) Cherrytober (Kinky) Osctober Any of my ships could appear in these and I may also incorporate them into the main fics as I go. Ships within fics: Oscar & Lewis Charles & Oscar Ayrton & Alain

True one shots will be labeled accordingly. Any of the above. Christian & Toto (TBD) Adrift and Forgotten is being edited and I am having someone read it. So November should be a thing for this. I am NOT doing NaNoWriMo anymore. So I will be either working on Lewis and Oscar but that is dependent on the season so it won't be finished until after Abu Dhabi. Charles and Oscar, my brain is an asshole and thinks I need to write another long fic with these two lovlies. Now I know this seems a lot, but writing for three or four hours a day will cover all of this. Suggestions are always welcome for the oneshots. I do NOT write self insert or reader insert fics. I just can't, I have tried. I will not write the following drivers as main characters. Nelson Piquet Lando Norris Damon Hill I have my reasons that are personal and I plan for them to stay that way. One shots will be published after editing. Masterlist will be added as I publish as I don't know what ship is getting what prompts at this point. I am also attending 10 concerts this month so I will be busy but I will have a ton of downtime during this trip. To anyone else writing too much RPF this month I wish you luck and may all your words appear in the order you want them to on the page or screen.

[nolanporfirio]

✰ OSCAR PINE BABY!!!!!!!

my favorite character. of all time.

[magnhild]

@osctober week 2 - AU/Redesign

i think we can collectively agree that oscar would be a wooloo guy