Landoscar one shots‼️

Romance is boring (fluff)

Was i listening to 'romance is boring by Los Campesinos!' When I came up with this idea, yes, yes I was. 😾

"Im going to take Charles out for lunch." Carlos smiled, he was standing next to Max and Lando.
"Daniel's planning something, he won't tell me though." Max sighed, a small smile pulling at his lips as they both turned to look at Lando whos mouth curved down into a frown and his eyebrows furrowed, wrinkling his nose.
"Its okay mate, you'll find someone." The spanyard gave a lopsided grin, moving his hand to Lando's shoulder and giving him a firm squeeze.
"I don't even care, Valentine's Day is stupid." The brit grumbled, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, defending his heart that stung sadly. Max quickly covered his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh as Lando glared angrily, stepping his weight onto the dutch's foot.
"OW-" He grimaced, stumbling backwards. "Sorry." Lando huffed in response, obviously not caring for the apology.
The two continued to talk about their Valentines day plans as Lando stood sulking next to them before he slumped his way back to the Mclaren motorhome not caring to say goodbye.

"Whats got you so down?" A voice called out, Lando raised his head weakly, spotting Oscar infront of him, sitting on one of the mechanics chairs.
"Max and Carlos won't shut up about valentines day." He mumbled suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed, he shouldn't care so much, but he does.
"Really? Im sure you'll find someone." Oscar insisted, his eyes gentle as they met Lando's, a look Lando thought if as pitty.
"I don't even care, romance is dumb." The Aussie rolled his eyes, as he stood up from the seat.
"I'm gonna get going now, see you later Lando." Oscar waved as he turned away, towards his drivers room. Lando waved back half heartedly as he went back to his room and collected his belongings, dreading tomorrow's media work.

Oscar sat quietly pondering in his car, he was parked by a long line of small shops, his hoodie pulled loosly over his head trying to keep his identity hidden. He swung open the door and walked into a craft shop. After a long wonder through the shop's aisles he emerged with a very full bag. Loading it into the car he drove back to the hotel room, it was a fairly long drive but to Oscar it was going to be worth it.

When he arrived back at his hotel room he unloaded the bag, bundles of differently colored yarn tumbled out and a pair of crotchet needles. Oscar had decided he wanted to cheer up Lando, so he chose to make him some gifts, it was the easiest thing for him, he wasn't great at letter writing and real flowers didn't seem like a good idea for someone like Lando, they would probably die. The plan was, each day leading up to Valentines day he would give Lando a crotcheted flower, by the end he hoped Lando would have a bouquet and maybe Oscar would find the confidence to confess but that was a later issue. He started the first flower, a small bundle of baby's breath, it was a little wonkey but it was good enough for his first attempt, placing it beside him on the bedside table before falling asleep.

Day 1 (thursday)
When he awoke, he finished the little flowers, and gently placed it into his bag before getting ready for media day, it was going to be tiring but atleast he'd get to give Lando the flower, so it wasn't all bad.
He arrived on time, before Lando had probably even gotten out of bed so he knew he had time, carefully he made his way to Lando's drivers room, nudging the door open before dropping the flower on the massage table, next to it he added a little sticky note in messy handwriting, that read,

A flower for you, Lando.

He left the note at that, not sure what else to write because he sure as hell wasn't adding a name yet. Oscar sat himself back by the mechanics as they all waited for Lando, and any scheduled interviews. The brit arrived 15 minutes later, mumbling rushed hello's as he stumbled into his driver room, Oscar tried to keep a nonchalant facade on, but underneath his palms began to sweat, and his mind was racing.
This was a stupid idea.
What if he knows its me and is disgusted.
Fuck.
Shit.
That was until Lando came out of the room with a toothy grin plastered on his face, making a beeline for Oscar.
"Osc you're never going to believe this!" He beamed, his words sliding together as he talk fast and loudly. "Someone made me a flower!"
"Oh really?" Oscar managed to blurt out as butterflies awoke in his stomach, crawling through his throat where a lump had formed.
"Ill show it to you later, I gotta go do an interview." Lando waved as he ran to catch up with his race manager who had began to disappear into the distance. It went better than Oscar had expected, which made him smile as he went to his own interview.