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LN4 - “Formula One Sucks”
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Summary: A grumpy reader meets her match.
Parings : Lando Norris x Female Reader
Warnings: none except swearing - fluff and silliness!
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
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“I think just don’t give a shit about it!”
“That’s because you’re a boring cow!”
Y/N sat crossed legged on the grass outside her tent, sun beating down on her face as she half heartedly sipped on a capri sun. Spending the night lying on the floor had left her aching and exhausted, and she feared spending the day watching ‘cars go round in circles’ would truly tip her over the edge.
“I just don’t get why I had to come.” Y/N groaned. “You know loads of other people.”
“None of whom were free at short notice on a Sunday!” Y/N’s friend Annie exclaimed.
Y/N groaned dramatically. She was already hating the fact that she was going to be spending the day trying to shelter from the heat whilst pushing her way through crowds of obsessive fans.
“It’s the three things I hate the most - cars, people and outside.”
“Oh shush, you had to come because you’re such a joyous, positive influence in my life who I knew would jump at the opportunity!” Annie said, sarcastically. “Now stop being so bloody miserable.”
Y/N scowled and playfully swatted Annie on the leg.
“You’re a bitch, you know that?”
“I know. Now drink your capri sun and cheer the fuck up.”
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By 12pm Y/N had not, in fact, cheered the fuck up. She was truly finished with the world of formula one. So far she had queued for the loo, listened to some very loud music and spent an extortionate amount of money on a relatively small (and cold) hot dog.
Annie had long disappeared, claiming to have spotted some guy called ‘Fernando’ before rushing off into the crowd with a squeal, promising to meet Y/N at their seats later on.
It was beginning to get all too much for little Y/N L/N (😉) as she made her way throughout the bustle of people, eager to finally find someplace quiet to eat.
Eventually she found herself going through a set of doors (which definitely did not say staff only) as she found herself a quiet corner.
“Perfect.”
Before she could even take a bite, she heard a cough from behind her.
“Ermmm, what are you doing?”
Turning around, Y/N found herself faced with a relatively young man, wearing an orange cap with curls of brown peeking out the bottom. He looked strangely familiar, but Y/N couldn’t put her finger on it, and quite frankly she was too hangry to care.
“I’m eating my hot dog.”
The man smirked and let out a small laugh.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
Y/N shrugged and said “ask stupid questions, get stupid answers” before taking a bite.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued by the passive aggressive woman in front of him, who seemingly didn’t know who he was.
“Are you here for the race? Or do you work here?” He questioned.
“I’m here for the race. Are you?”
The curly haired man smirked slightly, letting out a little laugh.
“Yeah, I suppose you could say that.”
Y/N crammed another bite of hot dog into her mouth “Well, enjoy. It’s all a load of crap if you ask me though.”
A look of intrigue on his face, he asked “what makes you say that?”
“It’s just boring!” Y/N exclaimed. “Car goes zoom, someone wins, hurrah - so bloody what?! What’s the point?”
The man looked back at her, a look of mild bewilderment and irration written across his face.
“Well yeah, the car is one aspect of it, sure. But it’s the drivers that bring that passion, that excitement every week. They’re the ones who shake things up and keep things fresh. They’re the ones who make it worth watching.” The man let out a small cough. “I mean, that’s my opinion anyway.”
“Hmm. So which driver should I look out for today then?” Y/N queried.
The curly haired man shot her a questionable look.
“Don’t you know the names of any of the drivers?”
Y/N shrugged “I know Lewis Hamilton.”
He let out a laugh and another smirk again “well, that’s a start I suppose.”
Y/N was getting sick of this man smirking at her. But then again, it was a very nice smirk. And he did seem like a very nice man.
“So, what are you doing here if you hate formula one?” The man queried, arms folded against his chest.
“My friend’s a big fan, and her boyfriend who was was meant to be coming has got the flu.” Y/N sighed. “As much as I hate being here, I’d feel even shitter if she came on her own.”
The man let out a small smile “Well, that’s nice of you to do that for your friend.”
He suddenly glanced down at Y/N’s lips, and appeared to take a step closer.
Was this mysterious, attractive stranger about to kiss her?
His thumb reached up to her chin and she couldn’t help but look up into his eyes.
God he had beautiful eyes.
She felt his thumb touch her skin with the gentlest of touches, and her eyes fluttered shut.
He smelt *heavenly*. What aftershave was he wearing?
“Sorry, you had some ketchup on your chin.” He let out a soft giggle.
Y/N’s eyes snapped open, and she felt herself return to reality.
“Oh!”
The mystery man let out a giggle as his thumb brushed against her chin - “all gone.”
She laughed. “Thank you. It’s not everyday a stranger wipes ketchup off your face. Did we just get to second base?”
The man let out a laugh (it’s a very nice laugh).
“Sure. I’ll count it if you do.”
An urgent shout sounded from a door behind them.
“I’ve got to go. It was nice chatting to you though.” The man stated. “And to answer your question, look out for Lando Norris today. I’ve heard he’s one to watch!”
“Will do.” Y/N called, still slightly stunned from the interaction.
A few moments passed before a security clad gentlemen rounded the corner.
“Oi, you shouldn’t be back here! Get back out the front!”
“Relax - I’ve finished my hot dog, I’m going!”
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The rest of the afternoon was a blur, as Y/N sat close to Annie, eyes fixated on a certain McLaren as he reached his final lap of the race.
“And Lando Norris has finished in P2!”
Cheers erupted from around Y/N and she found herself joining it. Turned out that ‘cars, and people and outside’ could be pretty exciting - who knew?!
“Fuck yeah!” Annie shouted, jumping up and down.
The McLaren driver removed his helmet before waving up to the crowds, a grin plastered on his face.
Y/N’s own grin left her face.
“Oh shit. That’s the guy I met earlier!”
“What?” Annie exclaimed. “You met Lando Norris?”
“Yes! Is he a big deal?” Y/N stated, panic rising.
Annie glanced around them, signalling to the cheering crowds - “Duh! What did you say to him?”
Y/N gulped - “I shoved a hot dog in my mouth and told him formula one is crap.”
Annie stared. No words left her mouth.
Y/N could feel her face turning red. “I then proceeded to ask him if he was going to the race.”
A quick, sharp laugh left Annie’s mouth, before she fell into floods of hysterics.
“Holy shit! What is wrong with you?!”
Y/N could feel herself cringing.
“Oh god, I don’t know! Lots apparently!”
She glanced down to Lando again, to find him smirking up at her. He winked, before turning back towards his team.
“Oh my god, I’m never going outside again.” Y/N cringed. “This is all your fault!”
“My fault?” Annie laughed. “I didn’t tell an F1 driver that his sport is crap!”
Before Y/N could respond, she felt a tap on her shoulder. A uniformed worker pressed a piece of paper into her hand.
“I’ve been asked to give this to you.” The woman smiled, before walking away.
“What is it?” Annie questioned, eyeing the paper.
Y/N unwrapped it, finding quickly scrawled words,
Hello Grumpy,
I hope the race was enough to change your mind about formula one. Here’s my number if you ever fancy a hot dog or a debate over ‘cars going zoom’.
LN xx
“What. The. Fuck.” Annie’s eyes widened.
Y/N grinned.
“Maybe I do like F1 after all!”
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yourgothiccqueen · 1 month
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P3 IN QUALIFYING FOR LITTLE LANDO NORRIS 🫡🥂
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yourgothiccqueen · 1 month
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LN4 - “Clueless”
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Request: Requested by @anniesimpson2128 🖤
Summary: Lando has been flirting with Y/N for as long as he can remember. Unluckily for him, she hasn’t noticed.
Pairings: Lando Norris x Female Reader
Warnings: None! Just a fluffy little story ❤️
Word count: 1.6k
You lay on the grass, Lily lazing beside you, as the warmth of the sun beats down on your face. You use your arm to shield your eyes from the harsh rays, feeling your skin begin to flush already. It had been a long couple of months, traveling around the world with your best friend Lily. You'd befriended her a few years ago, and had instantly clicked, becoming attached at the hip ever since.
Being a freelance journalist, and always up for an adventure, you'd jumped at the opportunity to accompany her to almost all of her boyfriend (and your close friend), Alex's, races.
Legs stretched out in front of you, you allow yourself to relax, readying yourself for the nap of a lifetime.
Before you can doze off, you feel a sudden shadow cool your face, and sense someone is stood above you.
"Hello there, gorgeous." A familiar tone smiles.
"Hi Lando!" You grin up at the sun kissed, curly haired man. "Joining me for a sunbathe?"
"Don't tempt me." He lifts his arms up above his head to stretch, and you catch a glimpse of his toned stomach. "I've got two more meetings today before I can relax properly. Can probably have a five minute break though."
Lando Norris - the incredibly talented, sarcastic and sassy F1 driver.
You'd met him through Alex, of course, a few years ago now, and had quickly become firm friends with the young driver. He was gorgeous, sure, but you'd never been anything more than friends. He didn't see you that way.
Platonic with a capital P.
Lando sits down next to you on the grass, taking a momentary breather from his busy schedule.
"Looking beautiful as always, Y/N." He beams at you, as you peek up at him through your lashes.
"Why thank you, Norris." You reply.
This was typical Lando. Always the smooth talker with every woman he meets.
"You wearing sun cream? You're gonna burn laying out here, it's fucking boiling." He says, gazing up to the sky, a hint of concern in his words.
"Yes, Dad." You joke. "I've got my factor 50 on, no need to stress."
"Good, good."
A moment of comfortable silence falls between you. You allow your eyes to flutter shut again. If they'd have been open, you'd have noticed Lando gazing down at you longingly, an unknown look in his eye.
"Gotta any plans for the rest of the day?" He quietly queries, a hopeful tone to his voice.
"Nothing much. Just chilling with Lily." You nod to the dozing woman beside you, dark sunglasses covering her eyes.
Lando's eyes light up slightly.
"I don't suppose you'd fancy..."
"LANDO!" A voice calls from the building behind you. "Back to work, mate!"
If you were sat any closer to Lando, you'd have heard the disappointed sigh leave his mouth.
"Duty calls - see you later, gorgeous." He smiles down at you.
"Bye Lan, have fun." You smile back, gently.
Lando treks off towards the building as Y/N closes her eyes once again, soaking in the sun.
Lily rolls her eyes under her glasses at how clueless her best friend could be.
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Later that evening, you find yourself in Lily and Alex's hotel suite, searching Netflix for something to watch. You have dubbed yourself the 'third wheel' of their relationship for as long as you've known them, and thankfully they didn't mind the occasional extra company.
"Where's Lando this evening?" You ask, curious as to where he's gotten to. It's getting late, and he's usually done by now. Not that you track his schedule much, of course.
"Got held up in meetings, should be here soon though." Alex states. "What film do you want to watch?"
"Ooh, can we watch Pretty Woman?" Lily asks, gazing at Alex. "Please?!"
"Urgh, fine. If we must." He roles his eyes dramatically, but lets a small smile creep on to his face. He doesn't mind what they watch, as long as he gets to watch it with Lily.
"I hope Lando finishes soon - I don't want him to miss movie night. He deserves a break. That boy works too bloody hard!" You exclaim, making yourself comfy against the cushions.
Alex shoots Lily a look, both of them choosing not to acknowledge how evident it is that you care about Lando as more than a friend.
In perfect timing, the door opens as Lando makes his way inside. His hair is disheveled and he looks exhausted.
"Shit, you good?" Alex asks.
"Just a long day. I'll be fine." Lando yawns in response, stretching his arms.
He makes his way over to the sofa, immediately flopping down next to you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, which sure, should be weird amongst friends, but this was just typical Lando. You smile up at him in response.
"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" You ask, concern lacing your voice.
"Pizza?" He asks, hopeful.
"Already ordered some. They'll be here within the hour."
You know Lando well enough to know he's always hungry after a full day, so made sure there was food en route for when he got in.
"Hell yeah, see this, is why I love you!" He exclaims.
You giggle in response, shaking your head slightly as you look at the TV. You miss the way his eyes widen at what he's just said, and you miss the knowing glance he shares with Alex.
Just friends. You're just friends.
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The night wears on, Alex and Lily retiring to go to bed halfway into the film. You and Lando persevere, tucking into the leftover pizza lazily as the credits begin to roll.
"Surprised you didn't go back to your room to sleep." You state. "I bet you're exhausted."
He shrugs. "Yeah, but I wanted to spend time with you. Haven't been able to see you much today."
"That's sweet." You smile at him.
You'd gotten closer to him as the film rolled on, and are now tucked comfortably into his side, able to feel his warmth. Your head rests against his shoulder.
"This is nice." He allows himself to whisper.
"What is?" You murmur sleepily against him.
"Nothing, don't worry. You getting tired?" He asks, gazing down at your closing eyes.
"Nope." You smile. "I'm wide awake."
"Sure you are, sleepy head." He says sweetly, one of his hands reaching up to stroke your hair. "You look very pretty when you're all tired and...cosy."
"You saying I don't look pretty any other time, Norris?" You smirk up at him, teasing him slightly.
"Hey, course I'm not!" He lets out a short laugh, before becoming slightly more serious. "You're pretty all the time. Gorgeous in fact."
You smirk at him "Aw Lando, are you flirting with me?"
"Duh." He replies simply. "Wasn't it obvious?"
You suddenly feel very awake. You had simply been joking. There was no way in hell that Lando Norris, your gorgeous, charismatic, sassy friend had seriously been flirting with you - right?
You sit up slightly "Wait, really?"
You gaze into his eyes, waiting to see a hint of a joke. There isn't one.
"Yeah, I've been flirting with you for the past year." He nudges his shoulder against yours, giving you a soft smile "Thanks for finally noticing."
You rack your brains of all the times over the past year Lando has called you beautiful, cared for you, and held you slightly closer than typical friends do. You'd thought that was just him. You didn't realise he was only acting that way with...you?
"Wait." You begin "You're flirting with me, because...?"
Lando rolls his eyes, but not unkindly. He allows himself to feel brave, resting his hand on your cheek.
"Once again, isn't it obvious?"
Oh.
Oh.
"Oh!" You respond, finally putting the pieces together. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I thought you knew I liked you!" He almost laughed, exasperated. "I mean, the flirting wasn't discrete Y/N!"
"I mean, I didn't know! I thought that was just you being, well, you!" You exclaim in response.
"You think I go round calling every girl I meet beautiful and want to spend every hour of the day with her?" He protests. "I mean, how many dates have you seen me go on since I met you?"
Once again you rack your brain, and come up with nothing.
He sees in your eyes that you fully understand how he feels, how he has felt all this time.
"Yeah." He says softly. "Was only you. Was only ever you."
You gaze up at him, his hand still resting on your cheek. Everything is falling into place, and you can almost sense how right it feels. It's always felt right with Lando.
It's your turn to be brave, as you inch closer to him, allowing your eyes to drop to his lips. Lando follows your lead, letting you take control of the moment. His breathing is shallow, filled with anticipation at the thing he hasn't even dared imagine over the last couple years, incase it never became a reality.
Yet here he was.
Your eyes flutter shut as you press your lips against his. You mold perfectly into him, as his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer. You allow your arms to wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss. Time stops. Neither of you breathe. Its electric and perfect and meant to be.
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Lily and Alex awaken early morning, emerging from their room to find you and Lando entangled on the sofa. His shirt is on the floor, and you have a very visible lovebite on your neck.
"Oh my god." Lily half whispers half shouts. "Finally!"
"Jesus christ, I thought this day would never come. Back away quietly in case it's all a bloody dream!" Alex whispers, guiding Lily out of the room again as she giggles with joy.
They leave you and Lando, no longer third wheels, wrapped in each others bodies. Meant to be.
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LN4 - “Formula One Sucks” Part 3
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Summary: Things get steamy for Y/N and Lando 🤭
Pairings: Lando Norris x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT - 18+
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
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The walk from the restaurant to Y/N's flat is supposed to take twenty five minutes. When two, sexually frustrated 20 somethings do the walk, it takes less than ten.
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The air was thick with with a new feeling, that Y/N wasn't used to. Sure, she'd been on dates before, and sure, guys had come back to her flat afterwards. But this was different. This felt different.
"You okay?" Lando murmured, voice deep and low.
Y/N inserted the key into her front door.
"Never better."
Thank god she'd cleaned before leaving for the date earlier, she thought. Having Lando see her bright pink Oodie was not the first date activity she had in mind.
"Ah, now this...is very, very sexy." Lando smiled.
Oh no.
She had tidied it away.
Hadn't she?
Lando held the pink Oodie in the air, a smug fueled grin on his face.
"No no, I tidied that away! I swear!" Y/N squealed, jumping to grab the Oodie from Lando's hand. "I never wear it. Promise. Only sexy lingerie in this house."
Lando couldn't help but laugh, keeping the Oodie out of Y/N's reach.
"I don't know, I'd say this could be lingerie. Very big, very fluffy, very pink lingerie."
"You're such a dick, Norris!" Y/N lunged at Lando,
"Any you have such incredible taste in fashion, L/N."
With one final attempt to grab the Oodie from Lando's hands, Y/N threw herself towards it, sending them both backwards on to the sofa.
The giggling stopped.
They were very, very close.
"Hi there." Lando whispered, his face mere inches from hers.
"Hey." Y/N smiled, allowing herself to rest a hand on his cheek.
The tension was back again, the Oodie forgotten.
"I never said, earlier," he begun, his finger making its way to the strap of her dress "but this dress, is very hot."
The tip of Lando's finger traced along her shoulder, to her collar bone, before resting on her chin. He lifted it gently, so they're eye to eye.
"Thank you." Y/N managed to whisper, barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart.
He leaned forward, eyes darkening with lust, as he pressed a light kiss to her lips, barely a flutter. Testing the waters. Y/N felt her eyes close. Her heart already racing, as Lando's lips pressed gentle kisses on her lips, down to her neck. Her hands found a home in his curls, as he pressed his tongue against the sensitive spot below her ear. She couldn't help but whimper at the contact.
"This okay?" Lando murmured against her neck.
"Yeah, s'nice." Y/N breathed out, trying to relax into the sofa. Y/N's body felt like it had been struck by lightning, every inch of her tingling with anticipation, as his body pressed tightly against hers. He wasn't rushing, he was taking his time with her. Making her wait for more.
And hey, she wasn't complaining.
Lando's kisses were followed with the agonizing movement of his hands tracing up her bare thighs. Inching their way up to the hem of her dress, pushing it up slightly.
Thank god she'd worn her (one and only pair of) sexy black underwear.
"God, you're fucking, beautiful." Lando muttered against her lips. "I know." She managed to whimper back. Lando smiled against her lips "God! Even when you're a moaning mess below me you still manage to get the last word in."
Y/N didn't have a chance to respond as Lando crashed his lips against hers again, harder this time. His tongue slipped into her mouth, faster and needier than before. She moaned into him, unashamed at the noises leaving her. His hands pushed her dress all the way up and his fingers dug into her hips as he pushed himself against her fully.
Her hands in his hair.
His mouth on hers.
His dick hard, pressed against her thigh.
She couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't comprehend what was happening as his tongue danced with hers. Both fully dressed, yet she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. And with the way Lando was grinding against her, Y/N guessed he was to.
His mouth left hers as he moved down her body, positioning himself between her legs.
"You don't ha-have to do that, it's okay." She managed to gasp, cheeks flushed.
"Shush, I want to, if you want me to?" He gazed up at her, eyes hungry, but still caring.
"Yes - please."
"Thank fuck, cos I think I'd die if I don't get to have your thighs wrapped around my head."
He pulled her underwear to the side, leaving Y/N feeling momentarily exposed. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her inner thigh, before pressing his tongue against her.
"Oh - fuck!" Y/N whimpered into her hand.
Lando used his tongue to explore her, his hands pressed tightly against her thighs. He moved slowly to begin, licking every inch of her.
"Feelin' good?" He murmured against her clit, the vibrations sending shock waves through her body.
"Y-yes, fuck, please, don't s-stop!"
He picked up the pace, his tongue moving in circles. Y/N couldn't contain how fucking good it felt, couldn't stop moving against his touch. Lando pressed one of his hands against her stomach, holding her against the sofa. Her hands found a home in his hair, holding him against her.
Y/N was in such a state of ecstasy, of bliss, that she didn't notice when Lando moved his hand, until two fingers were sinking into her.
Fuck - the noise she made could have made Lando cum on the spot.
"There you go, pretty girl." He moaned against her, as he moved his fingers in and out of her.
"Oh my g-god- " She moaned.
A familiar sensation was building in the pit of her stomach, before she could even get the words out.
"I think I'm -"
"Cum for me, baby."
She didn't need to be told twice. Feeling herself tumble over the edge, Lando's tongue against her, his fingers inside her.
She came the hardest she'd ever come in her life.
He stayed between her legs until she'd finished, glancing up at her smugly when she'd done. She could feel her face was red, her hair a mess, sweat beading at her hairline. She must look a state, she thought.
It's the sexiest he's ever seen anyone look, Lando thought.
Breathing hard, Y/N spoke "Holy shit, I've never cum that hard before, like, ever."
Lando kissed her inner thigh again, before moving back up the sofa to look her in the eyes.
"What can I say, it's the Lando Norris effect." He said, smugly. "You ready for another one?"
His lips were against hers again, with no time to recover. Y/N wasn't complaining, she was eager to feel him inside of her. She moved her hands down his chest, finding the button of his trousers. She managed to undo it quickly, considering how her hands were still trembling by how hard her orgasm had hit her.
Lando moaned against her mouth, as he helped to move his trousers down his thighs. Both too eager, too desperate to stop and undress each other properly.
It wasn't a surprise that he was big, but she gasped all the same as he sunk into her.
"Fuck." He whimpered against her mouth, as he began to grind his hips into her, her legs wrapped around his waist.
It was messy, it was clumsy, but it was fucking hot.
"Just a warning" Lando managed to whimper, "but I'm not g-gonna last long."
"Me n-neither." She moaned.
His thrusts were sloppy, but still hit that spot deep inside her. Her hands scrambled at the back of his neck, desperate for him to be even closer than he was. His whimpers in her ear were enough to send her over the edge a second time, somehow even harder than before.
"Fuck!" She cried, against his neck.
"God, you're fucking perfect." He moaned. "Fuck. I'm gonna-"
His thrusts became less coordinated as he felt himself cum, moaning and gasping into Y/N's neck, unable to contain how intense it all felt.
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A moment of calm followed, where they laid in each others arms, sweaty but comfortable with one another.
"I know, by the way." Y/N murmured into the silence, fingers playing with Lando's hair.
"Know what?" He asked, head laying on her chest.
"That I'm perfect."
Lando released a small laugh - "You're impossible - I take it back now!"
"You don't mean that." A small smile appeared on her face.
He didn't.
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yourgothiccqueen · 1 month
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Hey!! I already love your writings so so much. Can you please write a funny story where the reader is close friends with Lily and often hangs out with Lando and Alex. Lando has been flirting for a while with her but she’s completely obvious to it and on one occasion she says “are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes, for a year now! Thank you for finally noticing!!”
Hey!! Thank you so much that’s so sweet of you 🌹And of course, that’s a fabulous prompt and I am more than happy to write that for you 🖤 it will be out over the next couple days!!
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🌹🥀❤️🐞
Lando Norris
‘Formula One Sucks’ - PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 (fluff❤️ and smut🌹)
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‘Clueless’ (fluff ❤️)
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LN4 - “Formula One Sucks” Part 2
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Summary: Y/N and Lando go on their first date.
Pairings: Lando Norris x Female Reader
Warnings: Swearing, hints of sexual tension etc
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
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*Ping*
Y/N glanced down at her phone, a small smile forming at her lips. There would only be one person messaging her so late at night.
lightning mcqueen: Soooo, what did you think of the race today? :)
The last thing she expected to happen after her begrudging trip to Silverstone was to end up texting a certain McLaren driver.
Well, it was more than texting really. There were calls too, every other day. Lando was a busy (understatement of the year) guy, but they’d found themselves falling into a comfortable routine of late night conversations.
y/n: didn’t watch it, was too busy washing my dog :,)
A lie, of course. Y/N had recently found herself infatuated with F1. She hadn’t missed a race. But she wasn’t going to let Lando feel smug about that.
lightning mcqueen: u little shit, you don’t have a dog!
y/n: says who?!
lightning mcqueen: you, on the phone last week!
y/n: 🤷‍♀️ maybe I was washing my friends dog?
lightning mcqueen: its okay, no need for lies - i know ur an f1 super fan now thanks to yours truly :D
Y/N felt a smile tug at her lips. Okay, he was smug. But it was kinda cute.
y/n: okayyyy, perhaps I did watch. And perhaps I thought you were rather impressive. happy now?
lightning mcqueen: very :) goodnight grumpy girl x
y/n: goodnight u smug bastard x
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It didn’t take long for him to ask her on a date. It caught her by surprise, despite the ease at which they’d been chatting over the past month.
“What do you even wear on a date with an F1 driver?” Y/N groaned, flopping back on to her bed.
Piles of clothes were scattered around the room, deemed totally unacceptable for a date with Lando Norris.
“Not this.” Her friend Annie, grimaced, picking up a bright pink Oodie off of the floor.
“Yeah no shit!”
“Look, you must have something in here.” Annie rummaged through the wardrobe. “Where’s he taking you anyway?”
“Someplace in central. It’s not too fancy, but it’s definitely fancier than the pink Oodie.” Y/N pointed.
“Oooo. This could work!” Annie pulled out a relatively new, seemingly unworn black dress. “Can’t go wrong with a little black dress.”
Y/N’s eyes widen - “I can’t wear that!”
“Why the hell not?”
“It’s too…showy. I bought it on a whim. For a nice occasion.”
Annie rolled her eyes “if you’re not going to wear it on a date with a super hot formula one driver, then when the hell are you gonna wear it?!”
Fair point.
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Stood outside the restaurant, Y/N felt her nerves begin to grow. What the hell was she doing? She didn’t do this sort of thing! If she’d had told herself a month ago that she’d be going on a date with Lando, she’d have laughed in her own face. This was wild. This was ridiculous. This was positively insane in fact!
“Y/N?”
Suddenly whipped out of her own thoughts, Y/N turned around.
Oh god, he looked bloody gorgeous.
He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling as he did. His white shirt was a stark contrast against his tan skin. His curly hair was slightly more tamed than usual - he’d clearly made an effort, which made Y/N’s heart race even faster.
“Hey!” She managed to stutter out, sounding far more confident than she felt inside.
“Hi! God I’m so sorry I’m late, were you waiting long?” Lando queried.
Y/N had failed to notice that he was late in the first place, having been so in her own head.
“No just got here.” She smiled. “You look really nice.” She paused, a fleeting moment of confidence. “For a smug bastard, of course.”
A quick laugh left Lando’s mouth.
“Ha! You look lovely too, despite being the world's grumpiest woman, of course.”
“Oh of course.” Y/N giggled, as they made their way inside.
He’d chosen well - it was beautiful inside the restaurant, but not fancy enough to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.
Y/N placed her phone down on the table as she sat, and Lando couldn’t help but catch a glimpse.
“Wait, why am I called Lightning McQueen in your phone?” He laughed.
“Because you’re fast - duh!”
“Lightning McQueen is red.” Lando retorted, a look of exasperation written across his face, as he made himself comfortable in his chair.
“So?”
Lando rolled his eyes, jokingly.
"There's nothing wrong with red cars!" Y/N exclaimed.
“Well, I prefer orange myself. Gimme your phone, I’ve got a better name.”
“If I must”
Y/N passed her phone across the table and into Lando's hand. His fingers brushed hers as she did so. Despite their playful bickering, she couldn't help but wish she could leave her hand on his a moment longer.
God, she was fully gone and she'd only been sat in his presence for less than five minutes. He was going to be the death of her.
Lando typed into Y/N’s phone momentarily, before passing it back, a small smirk on his face.
“Lando ‘The Hunk’ Norris?” She laughed, eyebrows raising. “Really?”
“Well, it’s much more accurate, don’t you think?”
He folded his arms across his chest. Y/N felt herself begin to blush, so decided the sane response was to hide herself behind the menu.
"Well?" Lando quipped.
"Well what, Lando 'The Hunk' Norris?" Y/N spoke, glancing up at the curly haired man. His eyes bore into hers, a slight mischievous glint to them.
"Aren't you going to agree?"
"You want me to tell you that you are in fact, a 'hunk'?" She retorted.
Lando leaned back in his chair. "I suppose I don't need you to. The fact that you've gone bright red says it all."
Y/N felt her blush deepen.
"You're a cocky bastard. you know that?"
"I haven't had any complaints yet."
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The rest of the date passed in a blur of midly flirtatious comments and an abundance of sexual innuendos. Y/N wasn't sure what she had been expecting when she'd agreed to a date with Lando. She'd presumed he'd be polite, and sincere and kind - which he was. But what she hadn't anticipated was his quick wit and his ability to call her out. She liked it. She liked it very much indeed.
Perhaps she'd finally met her match.
By the time they left the restaurant the sun had long set, and a light drizzle had set in.
Y/N felt the breath leave her lungs as Lando took his hand in hers.
"Thank you." He smiled, softly.
"What for, exactly?" She questioned, half unable to focus on anything except the feeling of his warm hand in hers.
"For...this. It's not often I get to meet someone who... makes me feel so normal. Someone who isn't afraid to say what's on their mind. It's nice."
Once again, a blush crept up Y/N's neck and towards her cheeks.
"Well, I am pretty incredible." She winked.
"Oh, shut up!"
"Make me."
Lando stepped forward, and in one breathe his lips crashed into her own. It was messy at first, filled with passion and unresolved sexual tension, before they found their rhythm. She closed her eyes, feeling his strong hands wrapped around her waist. His mouth molded against hers, warmth spilling throughout her body. He was perfect. His mouth moved in perfect timing against hers, as she entwined her hands at the base of his hair, letting her fingers run through his curls. She could stand her forever, she thought, with her body pressed against his, his mouth against hers.
Eventually, Y/N pulled away first, gazing up into Lando's darkened eyes. His lips were swollen and wet - she already wanted to kiss him again.
"Want to continue this date at mine?" She whispered, unable to leave his gaze.
"Say no more."
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LN4 - “Formula One Sucks”
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Summary: A grumpy reader meets her match.
Parings : Lando Norris x Female Reader
Warnings: none except swearing - fluff and silliness!
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
Masterlist
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“I think just don’t give a shit about it!”
“That’s because you’re a boring cow!”
Y/N sat crossed legged on the grass outside her tent, sun beating down on her face as she half heartedly sipped on a capri sun. Spending the night lying on the floor had left her aching and exhausted, and she feared spending the day watching ‘cars go round in circles’ would truly tip her over the edge.
“I just don’t get why I had to come.” Y/N groaned. “You know loads of other people.”
“None of whom were free at short notice on a Sunday!” Y/N’s friend Annie exclaimed.
Y/N groaned dramatically. She was already hating the fact that she was going to be spending the day trying to shelter from the heat whilst pushing her way through crowds of obsessive fans.
“It’s the three things I hate the most - cars, people and outside.”
“Oh shush, you had to come because you’re such a joyous, positive influence in my life who I knew would jump at the opportunity!” Annie said, sarcastically. “Now stop being so bloody miserable.”
Y/N scowled and playfully swatted Annie on the leg.
“You’re a bitch, you know that?”
“I know. Now drink your capri sun and cheer the fuck up.”
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By 12pm Y/N had not, in fact, cheered the fuck up. She was truly finished with the world of formula one. So far she had queued for the loo, listened to some very loud music and spent an extortionate amount of money on a relatively small (and cold) hot dog.
Annie had long disappeared, claiming to have spotted some guy called ‘Fernando’ before rushing off into the crowd with a squeal, promising to meet Y/N at their seats later on.
It was beginning to get all too much for little Y/N L/N (😉) as she made her way throughout the bustle of people, eager to finally find someplace quiet to eat.
Eventually she found herself going through a set of doors (which definitely did not say staff only) as she found herself a quiet corner.
“Perfect.”
Before she could even take a bite, she heard a cough from behind her.
“Ermmm, what are you doing?”
Turning around, Y/N found herself faced with a relatively young man, wearing an orange cap with curls of brown peeking out the bottom. He looked strangely familiar, but Y/N couldn’t put her finger on it, and quite frankly she was too hangry to care.
“I’m eating my hot dog.”
The man smirked and let out a small laugh.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
Y/N shrugged and said “ask stupid questions, get stupid answers” before taking a bite.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued by the passive aggressive woman in front of him, who seemingly didn’t know who he was.
“Are you here for the race? Or do you work here?” He questioned.
“I’m here for the race. Are you?”
The curly haired man smirked slightly, letting out a little laugh.
“Yeah, I suppose you could say that.”
Y/N crammed another bite of hot dog into her mouth “Well, enjoy. It’s all a load of crap if you ask me though.”
A look of intrigue on his face, he asked “what makes you say that?”
“It’s just boring!” Y/N exclaimed. “Car goes zoom, someone wins, hurrah - so bloody what?! What’s the point?”
The man looked back at her, a look of mild bewilderment and irration written across his face.
“Well yeah, the car is one aspect of it, sure. But it’s the drivers that bring that passion, that excitement every week. They’re the ones who shake things up and keep things fresh. They’re the ones who make it worth watching.” The man let out a small cough. “I mean, that’s my opinion anyway.”
“Hmm. So which driver should I look out for today then?” Y/N queried.
The curly haired man shot her a questionable look.
“Don’t you know the names of any of the drivers?”
Y/N shrugged “I know Lewis Hamilton.”
He let out a laugh and another smirk again “well, that’s a start I suppose.”
Y/N was getting sick of this man smirking at her. But then again, it was a very nice smirk. And he did seem like a very nice man.
“So, what are you doing here if you hate formula one?” The man queried, arms folded against his chest.
“My friend’s a big fan, and her boyfriend who was was meant to be coming has got the flu.” Y/N sighed. “As much as I hate being here, I’d feel even shitter if she came on her own.”
The man let out a small smile “Well, that’s nice of you to do that for your friend.”
He suddenly glanced down at Y/N’s lips, and appeared to take a step closer.
Was this mysterious, attractive stranger about to kiss her?
His thumb reached up to her chin and she couldn’t help but look up into his eyes.
God he had beautiful eyes.
She felt his thumb touch her skin with the gentlest of touches, and her eyes fluttered shut.
He smelt *heavenly*. What aftershave was he wearing?
“Sorry, you had some ketchup on your chin.” He let out a soft giggle.
Y/N’s eyes snapped open, and she felt herself return to reality.
“Oh!”
The mystery man let out a giggle as his thumb brushed against her chin - “all gone.”
She laughed. “Thank you. It’s not everyday a stranger wipes ketchup off your face. Did we just get to second base?”
The man let out a laugh (it’s a very nice laugh).
“Sure. I’ll count it if you do.”
An urgent shout sounded from a door behind them.
“I’ve got to go. It was nice chatting to you though.” The man stated. “And to answer your question, look out for Lando Norris today. I’ve heard he’s one to watch!”
“Will do.” Y/N called, still slightly stunned from the interaction.
A few moments passed before a security clad gentlemen rounded the corner.
“Oi, you shouldn’t be back here! Get back out the front!”
“Relax - I’ve finished my hot dog, I’m going!”
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The rest of the afternoon was a blur, as Y/N sat close to Annie, eyes fixated on a certain McLaren as he reached his final lap of the race.
“And Lando Norris has finished in P2!”
Cheers erupted from around Y/N and she found herself joining it. Turned out that ‘cars, and people and outside’ could be pretty exciting - who knew?!
“Fuck yeah!” Annie shouted, jumping up and down.
The McLaren driver removed his helmet before waving up to the crowds, a grin plastered on his face.
Y/N’s own grin left her face.
“Oh shit. That’s the guy I met earlier!”
“What?” Annie exclaimed. “You met Lando Norris?”
“Yes! Is he a big deal?” Y/N stated, panic rising.
Annie glanced around them, signalling to the cheering crowds - “Duh! What did you say to him?”
Y/N gulped - “I shoved a hot dog in my mouth and told him formula one is crap.”
Annie stared. No words left her mouth.
Y/N could feel her face turning red. “I then proceeded to ask him if he was going to the race.”
A quick, sharp laugh left Annie’s mouth, before she fell into floods of hysterics.
“Holy shit! What is wrong with you?!”
Y/N could feel herself cringing.
“Oh god, I don’t know! Lots apparently!”
She glanced down to Lando again, to find him smirking up at her. He winked, before turning back towards his team.
“Oh my god, I’m never going outside again.” Y/N cringed. “This is all your fault!”
“My fault?” Annie laughed. “I didn’t tell an F1 driver that his sport is crap!”
Before Y/N could respond, she felt a tap on her shoulder. A uniformed worker pressed a piece of paper into her hand.
“I’ve been asked to give this to you.” The woman smiled, before walking away.
“What is it?” Annie questioned, eyeing the paper.
Y/N unwrapped it, finding quickly scrawled words,
Hello Grumpy,
I hope the race was enough to change your mind about formula one. Here’s my number if you ever fancy a hot dog or a debate over ‘cars going zoom’.
LN xx
“What. The. Fuck.” Annie’s eyes widened.
Y/N grinned.
“Maybe I do like F1 after all!”
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