35. "Sure you can flex with your fancy cars, but do you have hot pink crocks?"
Requested by F1driver002vroom
*my friend Ava is buying my pink crock. :) gotta love having hilarious and great friends <3*
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Lando revs the engine to his McLaren as he pulls up to the corner store to pick me up in the rain.
"LANDO SHUT UP. NO ONE WANTS TO HAVE YOU SHOW OFF YOUR FANCY ASS CAR." I whine as he pulls up beside me.
He gives me a look.
He smiles.
Closes the door.
And drives away.
I groan.
He'll he back.
As if like clockwork, in the exact amount of time it takes him to go around the block, he is back in front and opens the door.
"Y/N please just come in. Let's go home. I know the whole world cares about my car." He said.
"No body cares. Let's go." I say as I come to the door. He closes it and drives away. Again.
He comes back
Again.
He pulls me in before I can say anything, and drives me home.
"You're wet" lando said.
"Yes babe. Yes I am. Why? Because you made me go out shopping and refused to drive me. Then it started raining. All for your stupid milk." I say as I lift up the jug of milk I just bought.
I take off the lid.
And press it to my mouth.
And drink
And drink
And drink and drink and drink.
Soon enough, a decent portion of the milk is gone and I close the lid. I put the jug in his lap.
"That's what you get for making me wait in the rain." I say mockingly.
He groans.
He takes me back to his place. We've been dating for a while now.
We met at a race one time. It was the first time I came to a race, and it was his last race weekend in Formula 2. I wanted to go to a Formula 1 race, but it is far from cheap and I chose not to spend so much money on tickets rather than paying my bills. Formula 2 is much cheaper and I decided it was worth it.
I came and was analyzing the turns and such when I found a driver at the end of the race staring up at me in the Grand Stands.
We met after. I was getting into my car and saw someone running up behind me. He was in a hoodie and covering most of his identity. Must have been avoiding the press. It was him. We exchanged numbers.
Since then we have been the happiest couple there has ever been.
He takes my wet coat, and passed me a sweater from his closet.
I smile and slide into it. Lando passes me a towel and I dry my hair. I leave it to dry. I smile and kiss Lando on the cheek.
I walk into his closet and grab a pair of sweatpants. I take off my soaked and drenched jeans and hang them up in Lando's bathroom after I put on his sweatpants. The hoodie and pants smell like Lando and mikl, and it makes me smile.
I walk back into the kitchen to find Lando sitting at the table with his head leaning on one of his hands.
"Whats wrong babe" I ask.
"Babe, I was thinking about my car." He said.
I roll my eyes and sigh.
"Babe, when you said, 'no one cares about your fancy cars', did you mean it?" He asks with puppy dog eyes.
"Babe, no. Of course I didnt. You just always flex with your fancy cars and F1 career, and it can be annoying when I am just your girlfriend." I say.
"Just my girlfriend? JUST my girlfriend? Babe, you're sooo much more than 'Just my girlfriend'. You know that. You dont need fancy cars to be as cool as me." he said joking and smiling up at me.
"You're right. Sure you can flex with your fancy cars, but do you have hot pink crocks?" I ask jokingly. I look down at my feet and lift up the hem of my sweatpants. I rotate my ankle and leg to show off my epic hot pink crocks that are on my feet.
Lando chuckles soflty to himself and stands up. He pecks a kiss on my cheek. And smiles at me.
"No babe. You're right. I could never pull off the hot pink crock look. Why don't we go watch a movie as you dry off. "He said.
"Sounds nice." I say and smile at him. Most girls like their boyfriends to be taller than them, but having Lando be my boyfriend and exactly my height is amazing. It means all his sweaters and sweatpants fit nicely and not too big. And kisses are simple. No one needs tippy toes. We're both 5 foot 7 and its a great height. Sure people laugh at him all the time (and me occasionally) for being short(ish) but its worth it. I love him and he loves me.
We cozy up on his couch and watch a movie. I bring him the jug of milk I went out in the cold evening rain to buy, and he brings come cookies. I sit beside him on the couch with my milk, cookies, crocks, hoodie, sweatpants and amazing boyfriend.
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F1 one shots
Fanfictionso this book is going to be all one shots. I have another book for imagines and preferences, but those all follow one massive story line and one shots would mess that up. so I'll put em a here. requests are always open.
