Oscar saying to Lando "I can hit you in the face if you want" a few days ago...
Oscar being pissed about his penalty today...
Lando who can obvs tell how upset Oscar is and would do anything to make him feel better...
but praising him and trying to make him laugh isn't working like it usually is...
Lando finding Oscar and going, "you know That Thing you said the other day? so what if--"
them discussing it and deciding to give it a try and Oscar, for all that he is pissed, is super hesitant and worried and careful about it. but then after the first slap, they both have an oh. moment.
I am literally in the trenches trying to bust out the first chapter of a very intricate landoscar au. BUT,, idk I could potentially be persuaded to temporarily push it to the side for this filth. mayhaps.
"You can do better than that, surely." Oscar's tone is teasing, goading.
The words ring through the buzz in Lando's head like a challenge. Allowing a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth, Lando meets Oscar's eye. Tries to slip on an ill-fitted mask of unwavering arrogance.
"Like you could've done better than P2?"
Like a switch, Oscar's even-tempered expression shifts into something serious, something darker.
There isn't enough time to dissect why the sight has his breath hitching and heart racing; the subsequent slap across his cheek effectively smothers all coherent thought.
Or,
Following his 10-second penalty during the British Grand Prix, Oscar's mood doesn't improve after the race. Lando has an idea on how to lift his spirits. Maybe. Hopefully.
it's taking me ooouuuttt (/pos) that a couple of ppl mentioned the same thing abt my landoscar impact play fic 'Cheeky', so pls have some behind-the-writing info:
[fic post] [ao3 link]
⚠️fic spoilers below⚠️
cw // consensual face-slapping
in the fic, Oscar has Lando pick the number of times he wants him to slap him, and Lando (like the brand-aware loser he is) picks 4. but Oscar only slaps him 3 times before the h0rny becomes too much and they get distracted. in the end, Lando brings up the fact that he didn't get to cash in on his allotted 4 smacks, tyvm😤
the backstory is that I wrote the slapping scenes before I wrote their discussion of expectations. so, when I later went back to write them talking abt planning (Oscar's doing, ofc, risk-aware king👑), I realized two things:
1. if Oscar didn't give Lando some parameters, he'd probably pick some extreme number that would be WAY too much for someone's first time getting their face slapped
2. if told to pick a number 1-5, Lando would undoubtedly pick 4, bc duh
and I was like 👁👄👁 shit;; it's gonna be difficult to maintain a good flow if I try to squeeze a 4th slap into what I've already written. BUT THEN!! I thought, 'these losers would absolutely accidentally get distracted by each other and do something like this, let's see how I can work around this.'
and voilà, my fix:
Oscar's hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and Lando happily presses into the sweet touch. Then, he abruptly jolts. Not because it stings, even though it kind of does, but because:
"Wait! You only hit me three times."
Stunned, Oscar stares at him for several long beats.
And then he's laughing, nearly knocking their heads together with the force of it.
"It's not funny, I'm serious," Lando pouts, but he's giggling as well.
Still shaking with laughter, Oscar pats him once on the cheek, more fond than anything. Nothing even remotely close to a slap.
"Better?"
Lando grins, smug, and pulls Oscar back into a kiss.
"Better."
anyway, apologies to anyone who read the fic and was perplexed by the seeming discrepancy at first, I hope it wasn't too distracting during your read🙏
all positive vibes to the ppl who mentioned it, it acc made me want to share all of this bc the background situation of it all makes me giggle dkdbdksnns
the first draft is like 75% done🥲 working title is "Cheeky" (iykyk). sneak peak below if you wanna check it out ⬇️ (warning: mature themes, impact play)
excerpt:
"You can do better than that, surely." Oscar's tone is teasing, goading.
The words ring through the buzz in Lando's head like a challenge. Allowing a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth, Lando meets Oscar's eye. Tries to slip on an ill-fitted mask of unwavering arrogance.
"Like you could've done better than P2?"
Like a switch, Oscar's even-tempered expression shifts into something serious, something darker.
There isn't enough time to dissect why the sight has his breath hitching and heart racing; the subsequent slap across his cheek effectively smothers all coherent thought.
The sound of it is piercingly loud in the quiet, confined space of Oscar's room.
Eyes fluttering shut, Lando sucks in a sharp gasp through parted lips.
It doesn't hurt. Not really.
A mild sting warms the skin of Lando's cheek for only a few seconds before swiftly fading. Lando's next exhale is shaky, unsteady. His fingers twitch around his wrist, hands still resting at the small of his back. The pounding of his heart is so strong that each beat thrums in his ears. A frisson of heat travels along his spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
