⇴ "i only want to see you right now. i really miss you." and person a is like "you just saw me yesterday"

With Lando Norris

ᯓ⌕ 𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — 𝐋𝐍𝟒 ༉‧₊

lando was laying on his hotel bed, debating whether or not he should get up and retrieve the TV remote. he knew he wasn’t going to pay much attention anyway. his mind was elsewhere. specifically on that old brown clock on the wall, the obnoxious sound of tik-tik-tik making him hyper aware of every second that passes. every second that he was stuck in that hotel room and you were somewhere else without him.

he wasn’t stuck exactly. it’s not like he’s a prisoner that couldn’t go anywhere, he could very well call or text you, find out where you and lily have wandered off to and join the two of you. or simply snatch you away and bring you back here.

lando would like to say that he wasn’t usually this selfish with you, but that would be a lie. ever since he met you at that one karting event, lando’s been jealous of anyone else who gets to spend time with you.

he still remembers the day he met you like it was yesterday. it was just during the time period when lando began to really get into karting, he was maybe six or seven. he was good at it too, relishing in taking the number one spot on the make shift podium every time. and that was the case that particular weekend as well, although from the way everyone seemed to flock to you afterwards, you wouldn’t have been able to tell who won.

lando was really annoyed by it, making assumptions in his anger that maybe they only focused so much on you because you were the only girl, but later he would learn that it wasn’t the case. people flocked to you simply because you were… you.

lando wasn’t immune to it either because by the third time you guys raced each other, you had become best of friends. and even years later when your interest had gone beyond the race track and lando’s passion for it only intensified, you had still remained close.

therefore it wasn’t a foreign concept for lando not see you often. he was travelling most of the year, rarely in one country for more than a couple weeks at a time. and he knew how serious you were about your studies and now your job, you weren’t going to follow him around like a lost puppy, although he had tried to convince you more than once already.

on the rare occasion that you did fly out and visited him, he wanted every minute of your time to be spent with him, which is why he’s a little pouty that his meeting stretched long today and you had decided to occupy your time by going to explore the city with lily.

lando was aware that his mindset was a tad bit childish, but he hadn’t seen you all day and that justifies —

his thoughts get halted by a beep in the door, followed by the prettiest girl he’s ever seen making her way into his room. lando moves so fast he almost trips multiple times on the way to you. he’s sure he’s mimicking an over excited puppy. who’s been waiting all day for their owner to come home (as he has been) and getting excited and flocking to them as soon as they walk through the door (as he did) and then following and clinging to them for an ounce of attention (as he’s about to)

“hi lan,” you greet him, putting your shopping bags down against the wall and removing your jacket, hanging it behind the door

he doesn’t respond verbally, instead just wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards the bed.

“lan,” you giggle as he falls on top of the bed, pulling you with him. he tightens his arms around you and rests his head on your chest sighing constantly as your hands run through his hair

“lily asked if we wanted to go to dinner with her and alex tonight. I said I’d hear what your plans are first,” you say

“no. I’m not in the mood for other people. I only wanna see you right now. I really missed you.” lando says and you laugh softly

“you just saw me yesterday,” you say softly and lando purses his lips, resting his chin on your chest to look at you

“so? am I not allowed to miss you? are you saying you didn’t miss me?” lando asks, gasping in mock hurt and you laugh

“no I did. I always miss you. cause my best friend just had to go and choose one of the jobs where he’s rarely home and I barely get to see him,” you say dramatically, a smile on your face but it quickly fades when you see the solemn expression on lando’s face

“what’s wrong?” you ask, gently caressing his cheek and he leans into your hand

“nothing,” he replies but you give him a look and he sighs before saying, “I just wonder if it’s worth it sometimes. all the travelling, the never being home, the missing out on seeing my niece grow up. all the things I could’ve had by now,” lando says, looking at you as if he wanted to add to it but he’s holding back.

“what things? lan racing is all you’ve ever wanted to do. it’s your dream. your passion. it’s everything to you-“

“well maybe it shouldn’t be. maybe I wanna prioritize my personal life too. and maybe I wanna see you more than just three times a year,” lando says and your heart squeezes at the longing look on his face

“maybe I wanna stop being scared and tell the girl I’ve been in love with my life that I can’t go three hours without seeing her, let alone three months,” lando says, playing the the strings of his hoodie, vulnerability shining through

“you never said anything,” you reply, your heart beating so loud in your chest you can hear it in your ears

“cause it’s selfish. what can I offer you? I travel all the time. I’m barely home. I won’t be able to be there for you in the same capacity you’re there for me. and it would be unfair to ask you to travel with me all the time. it’s just unfair, and I won’t do it to you. but the idea of giving up racing…”

“is utterly ridiculous and you would be so unhappy,” you say and lando lets out a soft laugh. his heart swelling at the fact you know him that well

“yeah,” he agrees. furrow between his brows as he lets out a sigh

“the thing about racing is that there are so many things out of your control lan. and relying on that for your happiness is setting yourself up for failure,” you say

“well… there are certain things I can control,” lando says, looking at your lips briefly before lowering his head to yours, your lips connecting in a soft kiss that sparks butterflies in your stomach

“should’ve done that a long time ago,” lando says softly and the grin on your face mirrors his

“do it again,” you say and he laughs softly, pressing his lips to yours once more

lando knows in a few days he’s gonna have to miss you all over again, but as long as he gets to come home to you at the end of the day, everything’s gonna be okay.

— 💬 I loved writing Lando way more than I thought I would!! thank you so much for requesting and celebrating 1.8K with me nonnie!! I hope you liked it <3

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Aww I just read Lonely Bed and I swear it was so cute and sweet! Could I please request a Lando x fem reader fluff, like cute and domestic where Lando & reader are married with a son who's like a clone of Lando, right down to being all clingy and cute and falling asleep anywhere. Just basically cute and romantic and family-centric, is that okay? I hope that was alright, but I completely get it if you don't want to write it. Thank you <3 <3 <3

lando norris x fem!wife!reader

summary- in which your little family is finally reunited after being apart

word count- 1.1k

notes- i love babies. thank you for requesting! i hope this is ok! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You had never really noticed how much babies could look like their parents.

That was until you had one of your own. 

Born on January 9th 2026, Connor Norris was a carbon copy of his father. The first time you looked at your son you had to do a double take because of how similar they were. It was like you did no work at all. Lando, of course, was over the moon, he told everyone who would listen, and those who wouldn’t, about his new ‘mini me!’.

As Connor grew older you found that it wasn’t just his father’s looks that he had inherited. Connor and Lando were basically the same person. You should’ve seen the signs when Connor would get so happy to drink some milk. 

Like his dad, Connor would and could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, which luckily made it very easy for you, as a mother. Like his dad, Connor would whine and cry whenever you stopped giving him attention. Like his dad, Connor’s big eyes could make you fold to do whatever he wanted, even if he was barely a year old. 

This weekend was one of the harder ones. Lando was away and Connor was upset, he wanted his dad. You know that you should call Lando to help, but you didn’t want to make him feel guilty for being an indirect cause of your stress. So you pulled through, trying to stay calm through all of Connor’s tantrums, and pretending that it didn’t affect you when yet another bowl of baby food was flung at your face.

Nighttime was when you got to rest. You thanked all of your lucky stars that your baby was able to sleep for hours at a time, and it gave you time for yourself. You showered, you cleaned, you put in some laundry and you watched some TV. As much as you wanted to go see your baby boy who you loved so much, he needed his sleep, and like his father he would be furious if you were to disturb that.

Instead you used some of your time to call you husband. Who updated you on the drama in the paddock, and reminded you of how much he missed both you and Connor, and listed, by heart, the number of hours until he would be home. Even though you were used to him being gone every other weekend, it was still hard, especially since Connor was born, but Lando was the best husband that you could’ve asked for, and you knew that he tried his hardest to get back to you. 

The rest of the week without Lando was tough, but you pulled through, taking Connor on days out to the beach and the park to try and calm his mood. Your heart broke for your little boy who just wanted his Dad. In the same way, your heart broke for Lando, who you know was suffering from having to be away from his son for so long, they had such a pure bond, one that you were eternally grateful you got to witness.

Finally the day came that you had been looking forward to. You were sure that Connor would also be excited, if his mind could comprehend more than what food was on his plate.

“Con, baby, are you excited to see Dada?” He babbled back at you. “Can you say Dada? Da-Da.” You repeated, stressing each syllable.

“Dada!” He had begun to speak a few words a couple of weeks ago, something that both you and Lando got to experience together. You would both be lying if you said that you didn’t shed any tears.

“Well done baby!” You smiled, pulling him into your arms and kissing his face, to which he giggled his signature giggle that had you melting inside. Then, you heard the beautiful sound of Lando’s car pulling into your driveway. “Shall we go and see Dada, baby?”

You and Connor made your way into the drive, where Lando had just jumped out of the car.

“Oh my loves, hello, I’ve missed you both so much.” He breathed out, taking a large step forward in order to take Connor from you whilst also pulling you into his embrace. He smothered Connor’s head with kisses and held you tight. He had everything he needed right in his arms.

“Dada!” Connor clapped. He was obviously feeling the same excitement about Lando’s return as everyone else, he was a daddy’s boy after all.

“My baby boy, I’ve missed you so much sweetheart. You wanna come to my next race? Be a little Mclaren mascot? You’d be the cutest mascot.” Connor probably didn’t understand a word that was being said, but the look of admiration that he had for his father kept up. “I’ll give you back to Mommy yeah? Then I’ll grab my stuff and we can go inside, okay baby?” He passed the child to you.

“Oh, I’ll help with-” You started.

“No darling, it’s fine, you go inside yeah, Connor will get cold.” It was nearing summer, so Connor wouldn’t get cold, but your husband was adamant that you did not have to lift a finger.

When inside, you sat Connor down in his playpen in the living room, then started to make both you and Lando a coffee that you would probably drink whilst watching the TV. As you had begun to make it, you were pulled in by a strong pair of arms from behind.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled into your hair. “Hate being without you. Love you too much.”

“Missed you more. Con also missed his Daddy. That child thinks you hung the moon and stars.”

“I would, for him.” “You’re such a good Dad.” You turned around in his arms to look at him.

“You’re such a good Mom.” He replied, leaning in to kiss you. “And a hot one too.”

“Coffees ready.” You responded, twisting your way out of his arms.

“You always ruin my fun!”

“Go bother your child, I’ll be through with the coffees in a few!” He didn’t reply, but the shuffling of his feet into the living room, and then his animated voice that was obviously talking to the baby were tell-tale signs that he got the message.

What you saw when you re-entered the living room was something that you wanted to keep in your head forever. Your two boys laying together on the couch, both sound asleep. You don’t know how they did it, you had only been gone a couple minutes.

Connor was resting on Lando’s chest, slightly moving up and down as his father breathed. Their mouths were both slightly open, and the same strand of hair was loose, framing their faces.

Lando really had pressed copy and paste with that one.

a/n- i want a baby