Landoscar one shots‼️

(Angst, fluff and tiny bit of smut)

Slight mentions of SH

Lando threw his bag over his shoulder and began to walk speedily out of the track, he'd finally finished his post race interviews after a horrible race and needed to get as far as he could from all of this. Shoving his keycard against the scanner the exit opened and he pushed through, out into the carpark, there were footsteps following behind him but he didnt dare look, he knew who it was, he needed to get out before Oscar stopped him. Weaving through the parking lot he found his car and quickly slipped inside, turning on the engine before spotting Oscar in the rear mirror. He stood awkwardly, hands shoved into his jacket pocket the sound of the engine startling him and making him stop. Lando pulled out swiftly and made his way back to the hotel, he may have sped but no one would know, hopefully.

Finally he was back in his hotel, clothes still thrown around the room from earlier in the morning, his bed left unmade, blankets thrown about. The moment the door clicked shut behind him the emotions that were curdling in his stomach pushed for his mouth, he bit his lip hard trying to keep quiet. Hot tears welled in his eyes before running down his cheeks and collecting on his jaw before falling silently to the floor. His knuckles clenched white, exhaling a breath he didnt realise he'd been holding as thoughts began to flow through his mind, racing faster than he could keep up with. The re-accuring questions he'd been asked in the post race interviews, the ones that compared him to Oscar, the ones that asked for explanations to why he was so terrible, the ones that ridiculed every decision he'd made.
Why couldn't he just be good enough?
No matter how hard he tried people always pointed out his flaws.
He wasn't good enough.
He didn't deserve his seat.
He let everyone down again, he always did.
Lando's body began to shake, the weight of everyones expectations heavy on his shoulders as he collapsed to the floor, curling himself into a ball, he wished he could become small emough he'd disappear, so many people would be happy.

The longer he sat with arms wrapped tightly around himself, the worse his thoughts taunted.
What was the point in any of this at all?
Why hadn't he given up years ago?
The only reason he got this far was from pity.
Maybe it would be better if..
He practically crawled his way to the small, white fridge that was tucked in the corner of his room. Inside lay 3 bottles of wine, he reached in, pulling out a bottle of red wine, Lando didnt bother to read the label before he took a long, thirsty swig. The smooth, acidic drink mixing with the salty tears that stuck to his lips, he didnt care for the taste as he chugged down the wine, gasping for air when he finally pulled his lips away. Slowly he felt his mind beginning to fog over, his thoughts becoming slow but still drumming loudly in his head, the wine doing nothing to help the sorrow that clung to his heart, pulling it to pieces.
"FUCK." He yelled, squeezing his eyes tight, the words in his head becoming visible as he quickly re-opened his eyes, shaking his head violently, but nothing freed him of his thoughts. Sweat beaded on his brow as he ran a hand through his damp and messy curls, tugging tightly and wincing at the pain. Slowly he slumped towards the bathroom as if a magnetic pull had latched onto him, dragging him helplessly to the bathroom. He locked eyes with his reflections, staring sadly into his burning and swollen eyes, examining the red tint on his cheeks and the tear stains on his cheeks.
How could anyone love him like this?
He was useless.
Tugging his shirt over his head, scrutinising the body the mirror reflected at him. The way it curved and twisted, the absence of marks causing tears to stream faster down his face, falling into the sink he was digging his nails into. He'd been clean for so long, was he really going to throw it all away now?
What a mess.
He was disgusting.
A loser, a disappointment, pathetic waste of-
There was a gentle knock on the door, breaking Lando's train of thought.
"Go away. Im busy." He croaked, cursing himself under his breath, but the knocking continued, now becoming more determined and louder.
"I SAID IM FUCKING BUSY." Lando snapped, slamming his fists against the sink. The knocking stopped for a moment before a voice spoke.
"Lando, can you open the door?" He instantly recognised the voice and felt a tear slip from his eye, it was Oscar he'd screamed at.
Fuck, he was a horrible person.
"Oscar?" He slurred, moved towards the door, reaching for the handle but not opening it.
"Yeah mate, its me." The door creaked open revealing a very distressed looking Aussie, who stood, his eyes glancing over the sight infront of him. Lando was stood shirtless and drunk, leaning on the door for support. His eyes bloodshot and puffy, filled with tears that looked as if they would fall with one blink.
"Lando.." Oscar sighed, pushing past him, their shoulders brushing causing sparks in both the boys.
"Come here please." The Aussie opened his arms, waiting patiently as Lando slowly stepped towards him before launching his whole weight onto Oscar, who wrapped his arms tightly around the brit, drawing soothing circles on his back.

They stood like this for a long moment, Lando sobbing into the crook of Oscar's neck soaking his shirt with snot and tears, but Oscar didnt mind, he stood still whispering softly into Lando's hair.
"It's okay, I've got you now, I've got you." For a while Lando only cried harder before he began to calm down, his breaths loud and staggered. Oscar moved a hand from Lando's back, running it through his hair even if it was sweaty. Finally his crying stopped and he lifted his head, meeting Oscar's eyes.
"You look like a hot mess." Oscar laughed softly, brushing stray hairs out of Lando's face.
"You think Im hot?" Lando spoke, the smell of wine still lingering on his breath. He opened his mouth and closed it as a deep blushed spread over his cheeks and ears, making Lando grin happily.
"You think Im hot!"
"I cant believe I was worrying about you.." oscar mumbled letting his head fall onto Lando's shoulder.
"Thank you..For you know, caring about me."
"I dont think I can stop." Oscar smiled into his shoulder, pulling Lando tighter to his chest.
"We should cuddle.." Lando smiled, stumbling backwards, forcing the pair towards the bed.
"You're drunk-" Oscar yelped as he was pushed onto the bed, Lando falling ontop of him.
"Lando-" he blurted out as the brit slipped his hands under Oscar's shirt, running his fingers over his pale waist and stomach, feeling as Oscar inhaled deeply.
"I have to go.." Oscar mumbled, Lando let out a sad whine in response as he burried his head into Oscar's neck.
"Please dont.." He slurred quietly, his warm breath against the younger's neck, who instantly folded.
"Okay fine." Oscar sighed, Lando grinned, sitting up, he was straddling Oscar's lap as moved his hands from his waist to by side Oscar's head, wrapped around his wrists, pinning his arms in place, a huge toothy smile on his face. The Aussie was covered in a deep red tint, his mouth open slightly as he inhaled sharply. Lando leant down, pressing a kiss into Oscar's neck before nibbling and sucking on the spot. Oscar let out a groan and bit his lip, suppressing anymore sounds. Lando moved to another spot, latching his teeth on tightly.
"Wait Lando." Oscar whimpered as he pushed the Brit away from him, receiving a whine in response.
"Your drunk.." Oscar spoke with widened eyes, he was trying his best to keep Lando off him. With a huff Lando lay back down, curled against Oscar's chest and fell asleep while Oscar's mind raced over whatever just happened.

I wrote this half delicious, like I can bearly keep my eyes open Im so sleepy so domt tell me if ifs bad :(