"talk to me nice" dvd commentary

[girlrock]

talk to me nice / 814 (6.6k, m)

this doesn't even really need commentary because it's such a simple fic but i figured i'd summarize my process for archival purposes and talk about some random bits :')

i genuinely have no idea where this idea even came from tbh... well lando's character has a pretty direct inspo (iykyk) and i've wanted to write streamerfic for a long time/had that old secretwag oscar au that i've spoken about before but This specific idea really just popped up in my mind randomly 3 days ago when i couldn't go back to sleep and i started writing it and... well it happened. all of last week i've been pretty artblocked / just couldn't really make anything Work, and i have 2 other fic wips that i kind of sort of want to write this year but they've been a struggle T__T basically because they're more plot-heavy & canon compliant & i have to write actual conflict LOL As a real narrative oft calls for. this fic is not a narrative it's literally just meaningless sap because i really love domesticity way more than i should and established relationship fic is everything to me and i just wanted to INDULGE for a bit. i do honestly think it helped because i have a bit more motivation to draw now after exorcizing this... but we shall see

title is from tinashe - talk to me nice. miss tinashe they could never make me hate u & so on

anyway. the thing about 814 is that they genuinely like each other and it is fun to indulge in that but i feel like there's a specific note u still have to strike to balance their dynamic............ going for an au definitely already eliminates a lot of situational complexity because teammateshipping and sports culture in general usually implies an inherent tension/insincerity between characters, so not having to work within that framework really opens you to doing stupid shit and just making up whatever you want. that being said i still wanted to maintain the spirit of 814 banter and their weird kind of subconscious obsession / possessiveness for each other that in many ways they don't realize or are capable of vocalizing themselves, as well as their often incomprehensible communication habits.

i love domesticity i love established relationship i love when people understand each other i love when relationships don't make sense but they still work......... i'm just basic and predictable!!!!! guy whose favorite ship is scorbus.

i was just talking earlier about how my general shipping philosophy is a lot of sometimes things that aren't romance are romance and things that aren't sex are sex etc. etc. etc. and in this case it's kind of the opposite, as in... i mean it's not an attempt to be "subversive" or whatever but just to take things less seriously and play around with certain relationship roles and power imbalances. in this universe 814 have very different careers and objectively exist in very difficult worlds, and i feel like often the streamer/driver dynamic is approached as the latter being the rich one who has control over the relationship, so i thought it'd be funny to make oscar a very just Regular GuyTM despite being the one in f1 and contrast that with lando, but then still injecting a sense of normalcy into their very not-normal relationship.

at the end of the day oscar may be smart but he's stupid about lando...... 🧡 it's really just a fic about devotion and loving someone and then max verstappen is also there. because why not

actually speaking of piastappen i'm not really sure how i came up with the idea of putting max in mcl honestly... i think i just wanted to have lando be "in" with the f1 world without oscar being his sole connector and i was like well obviously we need norstappen and i've always liked the idea of max just hitting it up with him over sim racing and not caring about his private life at all so i was like well i'll just make him oscar's driver. plus i think their vibes work well together and i liked the idea of him being his sarcastic/no-bullshit engineer who doesn't get flustered or bothered by anything max says. also i couldn't figure out what meetcute to write and i was like well they should be neighbors but HOW and tuva gave me the idea that i ultimately went with <3 she was like maybe this is too cliché and i was like well this entire fic is just one giant stupid cliché halskdfhalsdfhlhsdf. it's all vibes at the end of the day

excerpts

it's about the bants >

"Well." Oscar pauses to think. They've gone on far too wide of a tangent. "Er, okay, no. But I also have, like. A real job."

"My subscribers have real jobs!"

"Discord moderator isn't a real job, Lando."

"Hey. Watch it, Piastri. The Discord moderators pay our rent."

It's so dumb, Oscar doesn't know why he giggles. Maybe because it's also cute, in a way, Oscar can admit as much to himself—the pleased little smile that worms its way onto Lando's face whenever they do sessions together, how he hunts Oscar's praise like an apex predator, hungry and wolfish; how in spite of the wheedling Lando still manages a look of pleasant surprise at Oscar's frequent concessions, at how quickly he caves in. As if only just now seeing Oscar's infatuation in sharp relief.

Oscar will stubbornly maintain that his eyes had betrayed nothing that day—there'd been nothing to betray, after all—but the first time he looked at Lando, he had thought it. Subconsciously. The knowledge fluttering in the pit of his stomach, just taking shape. That Lando was gorgeous. Beautiful, especially in the waning strokes of evening sunlight, a shock of bonfire orange diffusing across his cheek.

Obviously, this realisation would have had considerably more effect on Oscar if he hadn't spent the past 18 hours trapped in his flat stress-revising thermo problems. Fucking entropy.

Frankly speaking, Oscar thinks, he did not spend hundreds of hours in the prime of his 20s tearing his hair out over CAD, getting published first-author three times, and fielding daily passive-aggressive emails from his advisor as he contemplated the merits of a caffeine addiction to sugar baby a Twitch streamer.

"Didn't you?" Lando asks innocently. He disengages one arm to reach into his front pocket and pulls out what Oscar quickly realises is one of his credit cards, which, what the fuck, and holds it up between their chests. "Here, babe. Treat yourself."

"Professional? You literally told him to stop bitching after his incident with George in Zandvoort last week. It went viral on Instagram."

"I did not tell him that," Oscar defends. He slips out of his jumper, walks over and tries to get Lando to scoot over. "I said—and I quote—bitching doesn't help anyone."

Lando refuses to budge, which means Oscar has to painstakingly crawl over him to flop onto the other side, careful not to knee him in the spine as he goes. What a good boyfriend Oscar is. He sits down with his legs crossed, staring at a sprawling Lando.

"Same difference," Lando says.

"Well, no, not really. It's indirect."

"I'll indirectly shove my fist up your arse, see how you like that."

"Mmm," Oscar hums. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

also i think this scene is my favorite halskdfh. i generally try to be careful with my landoisms because i worry that i'm making him Too dumb if i have him not know a word, but then again he didn't know hammock so i feel like chiropractor was realistic enough... and i feel like he's the guy to say same difference. also i just like the kind of mutual verbal osmosis they experience after being together for years

People—like Lando. That's the truth of it, in the end. That he was made to be seen, fashioned into a vessel rife with others' affection. Oscar loves the way his whole body flushes at flattery, how he straightens up awkwardly and tries to hide the soft edge of his smile when he bears unexpected praise, like he's embarrassed by the sheer emotion of it.

People also like Oscar, sure, but usually in the way that he has some use to them. Or in the way you'd like a library, a patch of shade under a tree on a hot summer day, stepping into the shower after a punishing workout. Quiet and inconspicuous, gentle harbinger of relief.

and this is the crux of the characterization i suppose..... i think a big part of it is that oscar Likes that other people like lando and that he still gets him to himself, like it's a very unspoken simmering possessiveness they both share and display in different ways. that's also what i was getting @ with the whole nightclub scene at the end

TT__TT established r/s fic #4thewin...... i will reflect but i will not improve.

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p.s. just came back from inside out 2.......they put a baby hockey dyke in a pixar film!!! gagged

also does the world need jb81 pwp or 234 femslash. no....... but i do want to finish one by the end of this year i suppose TT__TT glad i got my One (1) yearly fic out of the way tho ! now back to making other stupid shit