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before i fall apart. lando norris

“ a night out in amsterdam, and you slept with an f1 driver. the morning brings little comfort. ”

lando norris x reader

a warning — mildly filthy, so 18+!!!! minors dni. crude language. mentions of food. alcohol consumption.

You felt blissful when you woke up.

And to your surprise, you knew who was lying in your bed next to you.

That sounds awful; you weren’t a regular participant of a one night stand - you were surprised to even have had one - but Lando Norris was fast asleep in the comfy duvet you had had since you were thirteen and you were sharing the same pillow in the sort of cramped double bed and he was shirtless and he looked really cute.

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The night before had been a bit of a blur. You were a student in Amsterdam, sharing a flat with two of your fellow honours degree friends. You weren’t sure how you’d ended up at a Martin Garrix show on a Saturday night but there you were, a bit drunk from pre-drinks but suddenly the music hit a bit different and your confidence was flowing.

Lando had casually started a conversation about something or other in the crowd with you and you felt yourself gravitate toward him. The stupid grin on his face, but especially that look in his eyes. It made you weak.

It had turned into him buying you a drink and you were listening to him show off about racing or some shit but you didn’t care because you were a bit horny and a bit lonely. Uni was tough; you were far from home and romantic opportunities tended to stay for only a small while. You hated one night stands because your love for the tiny things in a relationship was far more than just sex.

But fuck, it was Lando Norris. Who could pass up on that?

You remembered blinking a lot and smiling and he was so attractive. The way he was smirking and he was brushing his lips against your ear when you couldn’t hear had you feverish.

You had gone in for the kiss first, and by God he had reciprocated, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you messily. It was fiery and it lit you up from the inside, and you couldn’t let him go.

It had progressed to you stumbling outside and he didn’t want to go back to his hotel but you just hopped on the tram, somehow managing to get him on because the sort of nice driver knew him and soon enough it was only a five minute walk back to your place.

The whole time you had felt so alive, heated up, and he was kissing you at every moment he got and you were giggling and he was smiling sweetly into your eyes and his facial hair was tickling you and you were imagining it between your legs.

Fumbling for your keys in your cross body bag, he had grabbed your chin and kissed you gently. Tugging on his hair, he moaned a little, and you were suddenly so alert. Fiddling with the lock you were in, and you threw your bag somewhere and led him to your room, the moonlight lighting your way.

From then on you had been a clumsy, passionate mix of bodies, and on his thigh you had come undone and your face was in his neck and you were probably moaning so loud but who gave a fuck.

Then his fingers had found you again, you cried out from the overstimulation but it all felt so deliciously good. Then you had bent down to have him in your mouth, and after a minute or two his hips had stuttered and you were swallowing it while his hands grasped your hair, tugging.

Then you had sunk down on him, both gasping erratically, jerky motions making you both lost for words.

Five minutes later you had laid down on your bed, and he had kissed your cheek, and you both fell asleep, exhausted and a bit sober.

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Now he was waking up, the sun shining on his face, and you stretched as if you had just done so too. His hand found your hip and brought you closer while you stilled.

“Hi,” you whispered, and he murmured in sleepy return, stretching.

Then his eyes opened and he studied you in the morning light, ultraviolet.

“Hi,” he said gruffly, sleep masking his voice, and you shivered. A smirk decorated his face as he squeezed your hip.

He stared out at your room, your desk, the posters. “Are we still in Amsterdam?” He said, half joking, half serious, and you nodded with a snort.

Ten minutes later you had gotten up, getting dressed in some other clothes, permanently blushing because you felt him watching.

By the grace of God your flatmates weren’t around. “Tea? Coffee?” You had called from the kitchen, and he had shouted coffee.

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He was watching you flit about the kitchen, making breakfast bagels, and you had turned on football so you could check the Premier League scores while he chuckled and the sound of the pundits yapping on about Arsenal was the soundtrack to your Sunday morning.

“Sports mad?” He asked, and you had nodded, laughing. “Football, tennis, … F1. Haven’t got an athletic bone in my body but I love it all,” you smiled.

He nodded then, a bit of an awkward silence followed when he realised that you knew who he was.

Then he had found his phone, scrolling through TikTok when you pushed a plate in front of him, joining him on a bar stool.

“I’ve probably got to go after this. Got a flight to catch.” He nodded to himself firmly, and you nodded gently.

“Are you based in Amsterdam then go home to England on your holidays?” He asked, and you nodded. “I’ve got a part-time for a company that I will pick up a full-time with after I finish my honours though, so I’ll be here for the foreseeable future.” You shrugged, and he nodded.

He ate then, and you stared at your TV with an ache in your chest.

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Twenty minutes later you were standing outside your front door while he stood in front of you, awkward.

“Last night was nice. Thank you.” You said, and he had some sort of strange, fond expression on his face before he kissed you again.

You kissed him back longingly, and he pulled away when his hand started to move from your waist to your back, pulling you closer.

“Come see me in Monaco,” he said suddenly.

“I’m studying, I’m working…” you said, eyes widening. “It doesn’t work like that.”

He stared up at the ceiling.

“Have my number,” you said then, and typed it in his phone. “We’ll work it out.”

And when he walked away you were sure that you… could.

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What about me?

Warnings: Clickers, talks of death, insecurities about not being enough, very few curses. Enjoy🫶🏻🫶🏻

You watch as a clicker reaches Ellie, you don't have a weapon since Joel won't let you. Joel is fighting off his own clicker and you freeze. Joel is seething. Angst ensues.

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You met Ellie and Joel a few months ago, you were still looking for Joels brother, you have yet to find him. When you first met Joel and Ellie, you were alone wandering from place to place, trying to survive after your group abandoned you. Ellie immediately warmed up to you, trusting you and your warmth. Even though it's unlike her, she was happy to have a person in her life. Joel, however, didn't warm up quite as fast, but after a while he started to trust you. You loved them both, even though you had a feeling Joel didn't feel as passionately about you as he did Ellie. You pushed that feeling away even though it tugged at your heart.

So you watch as a clicker reaches Ellie. You don't have a weapon since Joel won't let you. Joel is fighting off his own clicker, and you freeze. You freeze. You don't know what to do. You're scared, only for their lives, not your own. They are your everything and you don't care if you die, you would rather die than live in a world without them. You want to help, but how? You begged Joel to give you a weapon but he wouldn't budge. While all these thoughts race through your head, Joel finally kills the clicker on top of him and then shoots the clicker on top of Ellie multiple times. Finally, the clicker dies.

You watch them catch their breaths, not saying a word but your hearts racing. "What were you thinking!" Joel shouts at you. You don't say a word, your lip trembles and dread fills you. "What's wrong with you" he continues, you don't understand, is he mad at you? Why? You didn't have a weapon and you're not immune. How could you possibly have helped without getting yourself killed or infected?. "You're so fucking selfish, just standing there watching Ellie almost get killed", your eyes fill with tears as you go to try and explain yourself, "I-" you start but he interrupts you, "You what? Don't care about anyone but yourself?" He shouts. "Joel stop!" Ellie tries, but it doesn't stop him. "Joel, please, she didn't have a weapon" Ellie pleads.

"Ellie could have died" Joel shouts.

There. There it is. The confirmation of your insecurities, he doesn't care about you, at least not as much as he cares about Ellie. Your heart sinks. "I could have" you whisper, "You could have what?" Joel asks confused but still furious. "I could have died too" you finally muster out. "What" Joel asks, gaze softening slightly. "I could have fucking died too, but you don't care, I'm not Ellie, so why would you care?". "Please don't say that" Ellie says, pleading with you, she doesn't want you to feel that way, of course Joel cares just as much about you. "Huh, Joel. What about me?" you ask as you feel a tear running down your cheek, your heart breaks.

Joel still stares at you with incredibly complex frustration. When he doesn't say anything else, you just nod, tears running down your cheeks. You turn around, small sobs escaping. You start walking in the direction you were walking in before you got attacked.

They walk behind you, everyone is silent and you haven't decided if you will continue this journey with them. The sadness is eating at you but at least now you know, you know that you don't measure up to Ellie and you never will. The worst part is that you weren't sad or scared that you almost died. You were heartbroken because Joel didn't care. You love them, and you don't blame Ellie for anything, but it hurts to know you're not good enough.

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Tell me if you want part two besties and of course you can give me inspos and critique 🫶🏻🫶🏻