Landoscar one shots‼️

Bad race, not a bad driver. (Fluff)

Oscar walked, head held high in his normal nonchalant fasion, but when the door of his driver room clicked shut he felt his facade crumble, hot tears threatened to spill from his eyes the second he was out of the crowd. He couldnt help but let the anger and sadness consume him. Another bad qualifying, and of course Lando was so far ahead of him. But he couldnt blame Lando, he was just a better driver. It wasnt his fault Oscar was so shit.
He slumped onto the couch, his elbows digging into his knees as he layed his head in his hands. It was hard enough dealing with his own thoughts and now he'd have to answer the media as they ask him why he is so horrible compared to his teamate, whose in the same car. Why was he? Why couldn't he be like Lando? Or Max or Charles? Or anyone else. Low sobs slipped from his mouth as tears traced over his cheeks and jaw, falling onto his hands. He swore he was trying his best, though it didn't seem good enough, it never was.

A a gentle knock on the door interrupted his pitty session, shit. Oscar coughed, clearing the shakiness from his voice.
"Busy." He mumbled quieter than he meant to, he hoped whoever was at the door still heard it.
"Osco, its me." Couldn't Lando just give him a break? As much as he loved Lando, it only added to his already full mind, the race hurt him enough, his stupid crush on his teamate didnt need to add to it.
"Im busy mate." This time his voice shook, breaking down his false attitude once again.
"Pleaseee can I come in?" Lando whined through the door, how could Oscar ever deny him?
"Okay fine." Oscar groaned, quickly wiping away the tears that were sat on his skin. He took a few deep breaths trying to compose himself as he looked up at Lando who gently shut the door behind him.
"Im sorry about your Quali.." Oscar was sick of thinking about the race, he couldnt keep the tears from welling in his eyes again, no matter how hard he tried to blink them away.
"Its whatever y'know." He shrugged turning his attention back to the floor, he swore if he looked into Lando's eyes he wouldnt be able to hold himself together. The weight of the couch shifted as Lando sat himself next to the Aussie, cautiously placing an arm around him. Oscar couldnt help but lean into the touch, his body pressed against Lando as he tried to hold back tears, eventually failing. Lando watched as a small tear rolled down Oscar's face, leaving a shiny trail.
"Osc.." Lando whispered gently as if he was talking to some frightened cat, scared it would run at the slightest noise. "Its just a quali, you'll move up tomorrow."
"Will I? I fucked up, and now look." Oscar's voice came out harsh, he wished he could take it back, his anger wasnt supposed to be directed at Lando. "Sorry..Its just..Why am I so shit?"
"Oscar." Lando practically jumped to his feet, standing infront of Oscar who looked up slightly confused. "You are an amazing driver, you are perfect and this was just a bad race, it doesnt make you a bad driver." Perfect? Lando thought he was perfect? Sure there was more to what Lando had said but Oscar was more focused on 'perfect' than anything else.
"You dont have to say that-" A part of Oscar felt like this may just be pitty, I mean how else did he expect Lando to react when he found his teamate crying.
"Oh shut up Oscar!" The brit forced him to his feet, wrapping his arms around Oscar. "I mean everything I say." They melted into the hug, Oscar's body shaking as tears streamed down his face. Lando slowly running his finger in circles around his back trying to sooth the sobbing Oscar he was holding.
"Osc, you are amazing, never think otherwise." After a while the sobs quietened as Oscars eyes dried, his head still buried deep into Landos neck. He moved a hand from Oscars back to his face, pulling him far enough that they could make eye contact, his fingers gently rubbing over the last stray tears. A light blush spread across Oscar's face, it only just occurred to him how close their faces were to one another.

"Thank you mate.." Oscar broke the thick tension as Lando slid his hand off his face. "We have media soon."
"We still have a little longer." Lando grinned, something abour his smirk made Oscar fold as his face turned a deeper red. The Brit pulled him back, this time his head in the crook on Oscar's neck, as the Aussie snaked his hands around Lando's waist, their warmth intertwined as they stood like this till a knock on the door called them for media.

Not my longest one but I hope you still
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