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two places at once - lando norris

lyrics from two places at once by haley joelle ... this song was on my discover weekly on spotify this week and i just had to write an angsty piece with it

wc: 1.3k

warnings: cheating, angst, some cursing

you said you’re finding yourself

it’s not about anyone else

you just want the best

but i know you meant

you don’t want the rest

“i can’t do this anymore.” lando’s words are like a hammer straight to your heart, the two years that you had spent together vanishing with only a few emotionless words. “i just need time for myself.”

no words make their way out of your mouth, and you know you probably look ridiculous, the way your mouth is open slightly as you stare in disbelief at the man that you were in love with. was it all an act? all the loving comments, the sweet dates, the moments that you held so near to you? was it fake or was the love you had really real? could it all fall away that quickly?

“so those two years mean nothing?” you say, a humorless laugh leaving your mouth when you finally say something.

“y/n,” he says, but you put a hand up to stop him. you don’t want his excuses. you don’t want to hear anymore nonsense come out of his mouth. time for himself? were you really that much of a burden to him that he needed to just get away?

said it’s all up to the universe

cause you can’t just say the words

you’re not willing to try

but you can’t decided

think i can read between the lines

you always know the answers

but you can’t seem to make up your damn mind

lando: are you awake? can i call you?

he could not be serious. it had been a few weeks since he had broken up with you, and while you knew that you should be pissed at him for even texting you, you couldn’t help the flutter in your chest at the thought of seeing him, if even for just one night. you hated yourself for it, you were so weak and spineless and you hated that you were so close to folding over him again.

y/n: yes

even quicker than you were sending the text, lando was calling you, the picture you had at his contact lighting up your screen. you hated how the smile on his face still brought butterflies to your stomach. you should be angry with him, he broke your heart, but you couldn’t deny that you were still in love with him, even if he had done the one thing he had promised he would never do.

“i’ve missed you,” he says when you answer, and you close your eyes, taking in a calming breath. “i’ve missed you so much and i am sorry for ending things with you.”

“lando, you can’t just call me whenever you feel like it,” you say trying to convey the anger that you should feel, but the words are weak as they leave your mouth. they don’t hold the weight that you want them to and you know you just sound defeated. “it’s not fair to me.”

“i know, baby,” he says, and against your better judgment, you’re choosing to believe him, allowing him to talk the sweet words that you loved and convince you all over again to be with him.

you don’t want me now, you might want me later

you leave out the truth, don’t want me to hate ya

it’s not our time, but i’m the one

you want it all, now you got none

the silence was deafening. another day had gone past without a single text from lando, and you felt stupid. it was so easy for him to weasel his way back into your heart, and here you were again, put on the backburner while he did whatever the hell it was he did when he was away during a race.

he used to text or call whenever he could, always checking on you, making sure that you were doing alright even though you knew he was so busy during his race weekends. but he once had loved you, and he made that effort. but now, you weren’t sure you believed any of the words he would say. if he loved you, he wouldn’t leave you wondering what he was doing for days on end.

y/n: hope you’re having a good weekend, good luck tomorrow (: call if you have time!

you sent the message, hoping for at least a crumb of attention from him. it was silly, you were 23 years old and here you were staring at your phone hoping for a boy to text you back, it felt so childish, but you sat there waiting.

lando: sorry been busy, don’t have time to call but will see you in a few days

the words were lies you discovered a few hours later, pictures of him with another girl surfacing on various gossip sites. you wanted to feel surprised, but you should’ve known, he’d been so distant recently and in your heart you knew that you were losing him, even if you wanted with everything in you to be able to deny it.

and when he came home a few days later, he pretended that everything was fine. was he just oblivious to the pictures online? or was he just hoping that you’d overlook that?

“hi, love,” he says, a smile on his face. but it wasn’t the smile you fell in love with. it wasn’t the smile that would reach his eyes, making them sparkle in a way that would just bring you in.

“hi,” you whisper, letting him pull you into his embrace because you knew that it was over. soon enough, you’d be on your way out of his life and you’d both be free of the shackles of this relationship.

i won’t wait around for you in december

so go have your fun and i’ll just remember

how i’ve been yours for months

and you’re in two places at once

“how long, lando?” you ask.

you’d brought up the pictures that you’d seen, and he didn’t try to deny it. he just nodded when you’d asked if he’d cheated, and to his credit, he did look somewhat upset about it.

“two months,” he says softly, and you feel your heart breaking all over again.

“did you break up with me the first time for her?”

he doesn’t answer with words, instead he just nods and you let out a disbelieving laugh. it was one thing to cheat on you in the first place but then to end the relationship, get back with you, and to still cheat on you? it was inexcusable and you felt absolutely stupid that you fell for his games.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you ask, and your words sound crazed as they leave your lips. “you should’ve just left me alone after you broke up with me. and how could i be so fucking stupid to fall for you again after you broke my heart?”

“you’re not stupid,” he says, reaching out a hand to touch your face but when you flinch away, he quickly drops it back to his side. “i’m sorry, y/n. i never meant to hurt you.”

“what do you mean? you cheated on me then broke up with me, only to get back with me and cheat on me again!” you yell, feeling even more stupid as you speak the words out loud. as you look at his expression, you don’t know what you see. sure, he looks apologetic, but clearly you didn’t know him anymore. “please, just get out of my life.”

“i really am sorry,” he says as he goes to leave, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment before he slips out the door, letting it fall closed behind him.

only then do you let the tears start to fall. from heartbreak, to feelings of inadequacy, to the feeling of your life being uprooted right from under you. every emotion wrecks through your body, the sobs shaking your body as you let yourself just feel.

#lando norris #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #f1 writing #f1 x reader

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starlightnorris · 9 months

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There's no fic with two places at once - lando norris it's just the pic then nothing

hahaha thank you for telling me 🤣 I forgot to paste the words lolll

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starlightnorris 100 follower celebration❤️

celebrating 100 followers with a little blurb week

rules: send what prompt + what driver and i will write a little blurb for u !!

prompt lists:

kisses

soft prompts

if you have your own idea, send that as well, these are just some ideas !!

#charles leclerc #lando norris #oscar piastri #lewis hamilton #george russell #max verstappen #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f1 writing #f1 blurb #f1 fluff

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unanswered question pt 3 - charles leclerc

read part one & part two

when your uber dropped you off at charles’ hotel, you grabbed your things, making your way up to the room he had told you he’d be in. there were tears falling down your face, the emotions of the day finally catching up to you. you’d tried wiping them away, but they just kept falling so instead of waiting any longer, you just knocked on the door.

charles face falls as soon as he sees you, hesitating a moment before reaching a hand up to brush a tear away from your cheek. he gently pulls you into the room, closing the door behind you. “mon amour, did he hurt you, why are you crying?”

you let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “no, he was nice about the whole thing. too damn nice and i feel like an asshole,” you say through sobs, and charles lets out a heavy sigh, pulling you into his arms. you’re frozen for a moment before letting yourself wrap your arms around him, telling yourself that there’s no sense in fighting this. the two of you stand like that for what feels like forever, and eventually, you pull away, taking a deep breath. “we have to talk about this.”

“i meant what i said earlier, i’m not letting you go again,” charles says. “i know i broke up with you when we were younger and i hate myself every day because of it. but i love you, i never stopped loving you.”

“and i’m just supposed to believe you?” you ask, because you want to believe him, you really do, but he broke your heart already once and you don’t know if you want to give him the power to do it again.

“i will do anything and everything to prove it to you,” he says, reaching up to your face to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. the movement is so unfamiliar to you, yet so familiar all at once. something that he did often when the two of you were together but obviously hadn’t done in years, but you still felt the same flutter in your stomach. “please, please, let me prove it to you.”

there’s so many thoughts swirling around in your head, so many questions, but you nod slowly, watching as his face lights up with a smile. “we can do this again, but please, charles, don’t fucking break my heart again. i can’t go through that again.”

“mon amour, i won’t break your heart ever again,” he says, placing kisses on your cheek in between every word. “i love you and while i was stupid before and let you go, i kknow better now. my mum is going to be so excited to hear from you.”

you let out a laugh, laying your head on charles’ shoulder. “it’s weird being here with you. like obviously so much time has passed, but i still feel like i know you better than i know anyone else.”

“things have changed obviously, but i’m still the same charles as i was back then,” he says softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “you know my biggest regret about the whole thing?”

“what?”

“when i finally made it to formula 1, i had so many people there supporting me, but there were obviously people missing and you were one of them.” his words are soft, but filled with so much emotion that it makes a lump form in your throat.

“i wanted to be there,” you say, the words heavy. “i almost just bought a ticket and flew there to see the race, even if you didn’t even know i was there. but my mum talked me out of it. she said that you didn’t deserve my support because you broke my heart.”

“she’s probably right,” charles says with a self-deprecating laugh.

“no, she wasn’t, but she always does things with the best intentions,” you say. “i always wondered why you broke up with me, like i still wonder what i did.”

“baby, you didn’t do anything,” he says, letting out a heavy sigh. “i was scared of so many things at the time, and somebody convinced me that i needed to be single because i would ‘have more fun’ while in f1. and the attention i started getting scared me, and i honestly didn’t want you around that. it still scares me honestly, but i realize now that it was never my decision to make for you. i should’ve at least talked to you about it instead of just breaking things off.”

“you’re right, that was really stupid of you to just break up with me,” you say, and he shoots you a playful glare, making a smile spread across your face. “but fate has a pretty funny way of working things out.”

“it does,” he whispers, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he watches you. “i feel like it’s kind of a silly question, but does this mean you’re my girlfriend again? i mean, we don’t have to go public with our relationship, i know that it is a lot to take in because i do get a lot of attention and-“

you bring a hand up to cup his face to stop his nervous rambling before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “of course,” you say against his lips. “i’ve always loved you, charles leclerc. and we can figure out whether we want to go public with the relationship later, but right now all i want is to be your girlfriend again.”

“if i wasn’t completely stupid, we would’ve been married by now,” he says genuinely, and you let out a loud laugh.

“slow down, leclerc,” you say, but you know he’s right, and if things go your way, you hopefully won’t be waiting too long for that moment. because you know one thing. it was and always will be charles for you.

#charles leclerc #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader

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gifts - lando norris

just a short blurb :')

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of kids

word count: 660

pregnant.

you were in shock. this was not planned, you and lando were still young, and in no way prepared to raise a kid right now. sure, you wanted kids with him eventually, but you still felt like you had things to accomplish as childless individuals, you hated admitting it, but you didn’t want the burden of being a parent right now. your heart rate was out of control as your thoughts continued to spiral and you thought about how the hell you were going to tell lando that you were having a baby.

eventually, you just decided to get a onesie and put the positive pregnancy test in the box. while you didn’t necessarily think he would be mad, you didn’t want to spend a lot of time planning something because you honestly didn’t know how he would react to the news. you had no doubts that he loved you, but you hadn’t really talked about kids yet other than the occasional comment about the future, but that was the future, you never intended for it to be right now.

you were anxiously waiting on the couch, awaiting lando’s return from training. and while it was only around an hour that you were waiting, it felt like days to you. when he walked in, he noticed your bouncing legs, and the way you looked a little suspicious, and he raised an eyebrow at you with a small smile.

“hey, baby,” he said slowly, eyeing you. “is everything okay?”

“i got you a gift,” you say quickly, the words feeling rushed and unnatural, and he tilts his head at you, giving a confused look. obviously, it wasn’t his birthday or a holiday, so you understood his confusion, but he took the gift from you anyway, sitting down with it on the couch.

“what’s this for?” he asks, tearing the paper off of the box. you stay silent, watching as he opens the box, removing the tissue paper to reveal the onesie and the test. he looks at it for a moment, and you can see the wheels turning in his head. slowly, he turns to face you, a grin splitting across his face. “you’re pregnant.”

instead of verbally replying, you just nod, a smile making its way onto your face as well. “you’re serious?” he asks and when you nod again, he throws his arms around you, pressing soft kisses on your cheek.

“you’re excited?” you ask, and you know his answer, but you need to hear him say it.

“of course, baby. why wouldn’t i be?” he asks, continuing to pepper kisses on your skin.

“we’re so young, lan. i didn’t know if you would want to raise a kid with me right now. your career is just starting and i didn’t want to be a burden to that,” you admit, and he pulls away to look you in the eyes.

“baby, please look at me while i say this. you’re my everything, and you will never be a burden in my life. i am so excited to raise this baby with you, and i know you are going to be the best mom,” he says, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks. you hadn’t even realized you were crying until he started wiping away your tears. “i know we didn’t plan it for right now, but i’ve always wanted kids with you.”

the tears are flowing freely now as you stare at him, feeling so engulfed with love for him. he never failed to make you feel so important, and today was no different. and you knew that he would shower your baby with that same love. “lan, i love you so much. and i can’t wait to see you become a dad,” you say, and if possible, his smile grows even wider, making your heart flutter.

“i love you,” he replies, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “you’re going to be the best mama.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #formula 1 #f1 #lando norris fluff

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part 3 is coming soon !!

unanswered questions pt 2 - charles leclerc

this is part two, read part one here

word count: 1.2k

warnings: some cursing

and once again, let me know if you guys want to see a part 3

when you and justin arrive at the restaurant, your heart is still beating rapidly from the unexpectedness of running into charles. honestly, you thought you’d never see him again, at least not from an up-close point of view. so to run into him in a city that was always full of people was a shock. especially because as far as you knew, he never knew where you had ended up. the two of you had broken up, severing all contact, so you never even thought to tell him where you were. besides, it was better that way.

“can i get the two of you something to drink?” your waitress asks, her friendly tone interrupting your thoughts for a moment. despite the open drink menu in front of you, you hadn’t actually read anything on it, so you just went along with whatever justin got.

“a friend of mine told me they have the best drinks and that was his recommendation,” he says, a soft smile on his face as he talks. the fondness in his eyes as he looks at you makes your heart ache, and you hate yourself for the fact that instead of focusing on the man in front of you, your mind is focused on a brief encounter with a man you no longer know.

“yeah, it sounded good,” you say, trying to force a smile onto your face.

“are you alright?” he asks, apparently picking up on the somberness in your tone. his eyes soften as he looks at you, and you smile again, trying to ease his worry.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you say, reaching over to grab his hand. “don’t worry about me.”

he looks skeptical, but he nods before starting to talk about some things that he had going on with work. you’re listening, laughing in all the right places, asking questions to keep the topic off of you, and you’re fully engaged in what he’s saying until you see the door to the restaurant open to reveal charles. his eyes travel around the restaurant, a panicked look on his face before he sees you, visibly relaxing as his gaze rests on you. your heart flutters as you maintain eye contact for a moment before he motions towards the restrooms.

“i’m going to go use the restroom before our drinks get here,” you say quickly to justin, and that same worry as before is in his eyes, but he nods, squeezing your hand before you walk away.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you ask as soon as charles is in your sight. it’s a lame attempt to be mad about the situation. the fact that he clearly followed you here should make you angry, but really you’re just trying to hide the fact that it does the opposite. instead, there’s stupid butterflies in your stomach, and stupid feelings that you thought you had gotten rid of years ago.

“i let you go once, i can’t do that again,” he says, and this time, you actually do feel angry.

“you don’t get to fucking break up with me with no explanation and then say shit like that after you randomly see me all these years later,” you say, trying to keep your voice low in case it carries around the restaurant. the last thing you need is your boyfriend to hear you arguing.

“how serious is it with him?” charles asks, completely ignoring your angry words.

you stare at him for a moment before letting out a laugh. “you have got to be kidding me,” you mumble, shaking your head. “he’s my boyfriend, charles. i love him.” the words were true, but you both knew that you didn’t mean it in the way that you had once loved him, and that hurt you. you owed it to yourself to turn and walk away from the man who had once broke your heart, but you didn’t do that. instead, you stood there, seeing the challenge in his eyes. he wanted you to admit that you still had feelings, but it wasn’t fair to justin, and it sure as hell wasn’t fair to yourself.

“but not like you love me,” charles says, and it’s like a statement rather than a question, and you can’t help but notice the way he says “love” instead of “loved.” and he’s not wrong. standing here in front of him shows just how much you still love him, even with all the years lost between you.

“i’m on a date, charles, i have to get back to him,” you mutter, looking down at your hands instead of meeting his eyes.

his hand goes under your chin, bringing your face up to meet his eyes. “y/n,” he says softly, and the softness in his eyes is unmistakable. when you were teenagers, that was your favorite look of his. when he would just softly gaze at you with so much love in adoration in his eyes, and the fact that he was still looking at you like that all these years later made your stomach do flips.

“charles,” you reply, not knowing what to say. there was a part of you that knew this was wrong to even consider hearing him out. he broke up with you, he didn’t deserve to be having this conversation with you right now, but there was another part of you that wanted to know what this charles leclerc was like.

“please, just go out to dinner with me,” he says, his finger brushing across your cheekbone, sending a shiver through you. he must notice, because the beginnings of a smirk move across his features. “just as friends, and you can decide later what you want to do. but i’m only here for a few more days and i can’t leave without at least seeing you one more time, even if it is the last time.”

you take a deep breath, knowing that the next words that leave your mouth have the potential to change everything. “yes, i’ll go out to dinner with you.”

his eyes light up as he hears the words and the two of you exchange numbers quickly, before the two of you part ways.

when you arrive back at your table, justin’s eyes fall onto yours, that same worry as before still lingering. “are you alright?” he asks, and you just nod, once again forcing a smile. it wasn’t fair to him to be here right now when your heart was yearning for another man, even if you didn’t know that it would work out with charles.

“justin, i don’t think this is working,” you blurt out, wanting immediately to take the words back. you hadn’t thought this through yet, you didn’t even have a place to stay if you broke up.

his face falls at your words, and you hate yourself for it. he didn’t deserve this. you were doing exactly to him what charles had done to you when you were younger, and it was destroying you inside, but you also knew that this was better than leading him on when clearly you were still in love with someone else.

he asks you questions, tries to plead with you to change your mind, but you know your mind is already made up. whether you want to admit it or not, charles leclerc still holds your heart, even after almost a decade of years lost between you.

y/n: i broke up with him

you text charles, wanting to let him know your intentions as soon as possible. if you were going to try this reconnecting thing, you wanted to be upfront about the fact that you were all in.

charles: meet me at my hotel, we can talk more

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Landslide | cs55

"Even children get older, And I'm getting older too" Life moves on, pretty quickly at that. Your last night with Carlos is one that you'll both remember forever. Even years later when he fulfills his biggest wishes. Warnings: Suggestive content, heated make out sesh lol, sadness, happy/unhappy ending? Mostly unhappy Pairings: Carlos Sainz x Reader(y/n) Word Count: 4.2k Poetry style | Story style A/n: I LOVEEEEEE Landslide by fleetwood mac and the way this song hits you when you're about to move out-UGGHHHHHH I wrote the first half of this then went out, got drunk as fuck, woke up and wrote the rest of it with a hangover, so forgive me if there are any errors. Anyways, enjoy this internal dread i'm feeling turned into a FanFic. Growing up is so weird, isn't it?

I took my love, I took it down I climbed a mountain and I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills 'Til the landslide brought me down

2012.

“¡Sainz joder!” He turned around to look, a smile splitting his lips. Antonio had a frying pan in his hand as the two of you ran through his kitchen. Carlos’ hand squeezed yours with so much force that you wondered if it would bruise. It didn’t hurt, though. In that moment, nothing mattered but that damn smile that Carlos carried. “¡Anda, anda!”

Finally, you reached the back door of the kitchen. Carlos used his whole body to push it open, hoping that nobody would be on the other side. Luckily, the alleyway was empty, save for an employee sitting on a bucket smoking a cigarette. Carlos kept running and you had no choice but to keep up-your hands were still intertwined after all.

Antonio ran out the door, stopping as he watched you two make your grand get away. “Bastard! I ought to tell your father! And your father too, young lady!”

It was the same threat he used every time you and Carlos cut through his kitchen. I’m going to tell your fathers that you two are devious children! He’d say. He never did, though. Antonio was a friend to both yours and Carlos’ parents. He could if he wanted to, but he didn’t. For over ten years, you and Carlos would walk into his restaurant-situated on a busy Madrid street-and slowly sneak your way into the kitchen. Sometimes, when he wasn’t there, the waiters and cooks would just let you freely pass. But, more often than not, he was there and it suddenly became an obstacle course of running past cooks, dodging frying pans and slipping between shelves. It was worth it, however. A small, secret alleyway that was blocked off by a fence from the main road laid on the other side of the restaurant.

On the left-the building that Antonio’s restaurant was in-was a fire escape. It spanned up ten stories to an abandoned rooftop bar. Over the years, Carlos would bring small objects up there. Pillows, blankets, a small folding table, a few boxes to keep the stuff safe. He had the place designed to his liking-like it was his house or something. He’d put string lights up there too, giving the space a dreamy, photogenic atmosphere. So many nights were spent underneath the abandoned bar. You’d slept there a handful of times. You’d gotten drunk for the first time there, too. That space was yours and his. It was Carlos and y/n’s spot; everyone knew it.

So, as you and Carlos climbed the fire escape, it was hard to believe this was the last time the two of you would be spending the night up there together. It made you nauseous to think about.

“Try not to look so down.” Carlos chuckled as the two of you kept climbing the stairs. He could read you like a book, obviously he saw how upset you were. “Let's enjoy tonight.”

“Easier said than done, Carlos.” He stopped suddenly, your chest running into his backpack. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he-shook you? “Carlos stop it!”

“Sorry I was just trying to get the idea that I’m leaving you out of your brain.” He said, dropping his hands.

“But you are.” You said, evoking a sigh from him. Before he could apologize-which you knew he was about to do-you shook your head. “Listen, I’m so excited for you, Carlos, but-I don’t know. Life is going to be so different without you in it.”

“I’ll still be in it, mi novia. It’s not like I’m dying.”

“But Carlos, you’d always come home to Madrid after a race. You’d always be back to see me. We would work on school work together. I’d come to your races sometimes.” You sighed, looking at the metal ground beneath you. “But I’ll be in college and you’ll be in the British Formula 3 now. That's a massive step up. And when you do come back to Madrid, I won't be here.”

He didn’t speak, not for a while. The two of you just stood there, in the Spanish heat, looking at the ground. Life would never be the same. He couldn’t say anything to deny that. Tomorrow night, he would be catching a flight to London, and at the same time, you would be catching a flight to the United States. You’d both leave behind Madrid and only ever return as guests to your hometown. Maybe your rooftop hideaway would go untouched. Maybe some new children would find it and claim it as their own. They’d find the boxes that said, Carlito&Muneca, in sharpie and wonder what those names meant. Maybe they’d sort through your things, maybe they’d turn on the string lights and gasp at how beautiful the place looked.

Being eighteen was weird. You didn’t like it too much.

“Let's go, y/n.” Carlos grabbed your hand once again, pulling you up the fire escape. Three more flights awaited you. The sunset had just begun, but the primary color in the sky was still blue. You could still hear car horns from nearby streets. The air was still warm. The two of you were still young. At least for tonight you were.

Once you reached the top Carlos stepped aside, allowing you to take in the scene.

Oh, mirror in the sky What is love?

The spot on the stage where Carlos and you normally sang and danced to his iPod Nano was now completely redecorated. There was a plush blanket, pillows, a pizza box, and those damn string lights you loved were hanging from the roof. A small card was on one of the pillows. It was, of course, addressed to you in Carlos’ fanciest writing.

Anyone would think that this was a romantic gesture. But you two were best friends. Since birth, really. Not a day went by without conversation between the two of you. Carlos was your soulmate. Of course you had crushes on him here and there-he was hot, funny, caring, charming; you could go on and on. But you never acted on it. Keeping him around was better than losing him.

“Carlos,” You cupped your mouth with your hands. It was beautiful. “When did you-Is that pizza from Antonio’s?”

Carlos laughed, amused that the first thing you pointed out was the food. “Yeah,” He said. “He’s pretty sad that he won't see us around town anymore, either.”

Your heart sank. Right. That's why this was all set up-as a final goodbye. In the few moments of excitement and shock that filled your body upon seeing all this, you had forgotten that tonight was it. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Vamos, let's eat.”

That you did. Carlos and you sat at the bar and ate, watching as the sun sank lower and lower over the city skyline. Somewhere along the way, he pulled some liquor out of his backpack. You two drank and talked, reminiscing over everything the last eighteen years had brought. That one time you spent the night at his house and started a small fire in the kitchen-from then on sleepovers were at your house. That one time you two took a day trip to the beach and Carlos’ foot brushed a stingray's back. That one time you were at one of his races and a driver started hitting on you, so Carlos punched him in the jaw and got suspended for three races. That one time a wild hare was in your guest bathroom and your parents weren’t home so you called him over to help and you trapped it in your mother’s favorite cooking pot. That one time he lost a bet and went streaking through his neighborhood in the middle of winter.

The two of you were hunched over in laughter, your abdomens cramping from how hard you were laughing. Carlos wiped a tear away from his eye. “And remember Mrs. Nunez? She saw me that night and sprayed me with her garden hose!”

You sniffled. “Like why was she awake at five am? And why was she gardening?”

“Literally! I was fucking freezing. The scream that came from my mouth after that-”

You both mocked his scream at the same time, laughing even harder as you remembered the old lady’s shocked face from that night. Slowly, you both started calming down, giggling as you remembered the streaking ordeal. Carlos took a sip from his beer. You drank from your rum and Coke. It was darker now, still not pitch black, but darker. You looked up into the sky, watching as clouds rolled by.

“What am I going to do without you?” Carlos asked. You looked back down. He was staring right at you, bringing the beer bottle back up to his plush lips. “Can’t you just quit college and travel with me?”

You scoffed. “And be what? Your trophy bestfriend?”

“Trophy wife?”

You swore that your heart stopped beating. Wife? As in marriage? Obviously he wasn’t being serious, right? Carlos was a playboy. He’d had plenty of girlfriends in his lifetime. From your past observations, you weren’t his type at all. He preferred dolled up girls, ones with fake blonde hair and exquisite makeup. He preferred high heels and short, skin tight dresses. He preferred long nails and longer lashes. Synthetic beauty. You were far from that. When you put on makeup, it was simple. You dolled yourself up, yes, but everything about you was natural. From your hair color to your nail length. You were a natural beauty-something Carlos had never indulged in.

“Very funny,” You smiled as you took another drink.

“What?”

You blinked very slowly at him. “Us getting married? Sure.”

He shrugged. “Why not? You don’t love me?”

“Of course I love you, Carlito.” You tried using his nickname to deescalate the situation. “But you would never marry me.”

“Bold assumption.”

Was he drunk? Or, was he shooting his shot because tonight was it? This was quite possibly his last chance, was he taking it? Was he working you up so you’d miss him more? God, this was confusing. “Carlos-”

Before you could even say another word, he was leaning forward to kiss you. His lips were warm on yours, a side effect of the alcohol you were sure. His lips were so soft, so large, so perfect. They pulled yours in with such ease, such delicacy-almost like you were fine China. His free hand came to your jaw, thumb resting on your cheek.

He pulled away first, much to your surprise. There was about half a beer left in his bottle. He downed it before speaking again. “I’m sorry, y/n. I don’t know why I thought that was ok.”

Your teeth pulled your bottom lip in. You’d just kissed Carlos, something you only ever dreamed about.

Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

You reached out, both palms resting on his cheeks this time, pulling him in for another kiss. Fuck it, you thought. This was a new dynamic between the two of you, but it was one that younger you would be ecstatic about.

This time, there was more hunger behind the kiss. Carlos understood this was something you wanted, and you now understood this was something he wanted. His tongue slipped between your lips, finding a home in your mouth. His hands wrapped around your neck, not applying any pressure, just applying warmth. You felt so warm, so satisfied. This was finally happening. Why couldn’t it have happened two years ago?

Carlos pulled away again, gasping for air while resting his forehead on yours. “Come here, hermosa.”

You got off your barstool and sat on his lap, your chest flush to his. The two of you resumed your makeout session, his hands roaming your back, your hands draped around his neck. You moaned into the kiss once his large fingers snuck beneath the fabric of your shirt and touched your hot skin. It was electrifying, it was new, it was so good.

You could feel the bulge in his lap pressed against your thigh. His kisses turned sloppy, his hands moved quicker, his breath grew shorter. It was obvious he was growing impatient with you sitting right there. He was hungry for you. He only wanted you.

His lips attacked your collarbone, leaving little bitemarks and wet spots across your skin. You ran your hands across his broad shoulders, leaning your head back as he created a constellation across your chest. The night air was cold, the sky was now completely dark. The string lights were off, but the glow from the city provided enough light for you to see Carlos at work. He looked so good, so handsome, so perfect.

He chuckled into your skin, the vibrations causing you to shiver. He involuntarily thrusted his hips up, grunting as he did so. You hung your head on his shoulder as he composed himself. “Wrap your legs around me when I stand up, ok?”

You could only nod, feeling gravity shift as he rose to his feet. You did as you were instructed, his arm coming to your lower back for support. Your chest was pressed so deep into his that you wondered if two humans could possibly get closer than this. You really wished your shirts were off so you could feel his skin on yours.

Softly, Carlos laid you down on the makeshift bed. It was more comfortable than you imagined it would be, but maybe your mind was too clouded with lust to be rational. You were focused on Carlos and only Carlos.

A gasp pushed past your lips, not because of anything Carlos did, but because of a loud and sudden explosion. The sky lights up in colors of reds and yellows, blues and purples, greens and oranges. Sparks quite literally fly as fireworks rip through the once still air. Carlos is beside you now, watching the sky with such intensity you wonder if he has ever seen a firework before.

“It’s Saint James Day.” He says to himself.

You’re pulling the covers up to your chest as you catch the small, toothy smile that he holds. He pulls his knees up and rests his elbows on them. You’re amazed at how quickly his attention changed from you to the fireworks.

“You had no idea?” You ask. “I knew there would be fireworks but I didn’t know they’d be close enough for us to see.”

Carlos shook his head. “I didn’t know, no.” He looked back over to you, that smile still on his lips. “What a way to spend our last night in Spain.”

Your heart stops beating. It’s like he was hellbent on reminding you that this was it.

Slowly, he reached for your jaw once again, bringing you in for a kiss. It was soft, it was gentle. It was reminiscent of the first kiss the two of you shared only a few minutes ago. Never, you thought, do I want this to end. It did, however. Everything has a beginning and an end. The circle begins when you place your pen on the page and it stops when you’ve finished drawing it. The story begins at birth and appears like it ends on a rooftop in Madrid-semi naked with fireworks in the background.

The fireworks carry on for a few more minutes. They seem to illustrate photos in the sky. Carlos sees it, too. He pulls out his phone to snap a quick photo before turning it to you. This goes unnoticed, you’re too preoccupied in watching the show before you. He snaps a candid photo of your side profile. It was one he would cherish for the rest of his life, even if it was low quality and dark.

When the sky falls dark once more, the sound of cars below once again filling your ears, Carlos turns his whole body to you. “I love you, y/n.”

Can I handle the seasons of my life? Well, I've been afraid of changin' 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older

And this time, it feels different. It feels like there is a non-platonic meaning to the sentence he says everyday. Carlos has been telling you he loved you since the two of you could speak. Everytime you two say goodbye his last words are, “I love you.” Every time he’s overjoyed with you he says, “I love you.” Every gift you’ve ever given him has been opened as he says, “I love you.” Every time you run into his garage after a good or bad race he greets you with, “I love you.” You begin to wonder if you’ve missed some signs along the way-if you were too immersed in the thought that, he would never date you, to realize he’s been fighting for you all along.

He answers your question when he speaks again. “All I've ever wanted in life was you. I knew that at the end of the day, I’d be alright as long as you were there, y/n. After a bad race, you were standing there waiting for me and I realized that it isn’t the end of the world. After a bad breakup, you were there to tell me that I’m not a douchebag and I’m actually a good person. After people told me I could never make it big in racing, you stood proud as my number one fan and forced me to carry on with my head held high.”

Your throat begins to burn. This was goodbye. This was Carlos’ confession.

“I have loved you for such a long time, y/n. It’s always been you. I have always wanted you.” No. “I have never clicked so well with someone. I have never thought someone was so beautiful as you. You don’t even have to try, either! You’re just so,”

He trails off, looking straight ahead at the city. His eyes glisten. You wonder if he’s about to cry. You know you’re one more word away from crying.

“I don’t know how I'm supposed to be ok after a bad day without you there to hold me.”

That does it. You hold a hand over your mouth as tears pour down your cheeks. They’re hot, but they aren't the same warmth that Carlos radiates. They’re painfully hot, his touch was pleasantly hot. You’ll have to learn to live with one and not the other, however.

“Carlos,” You choke out. He doesn’t turn to look at you, just staring straight ahead as tears of his own trickle down his cheeks. “Oh, Carlos.”

“This sucks.” He says.

“This sucks.” You repeat.

It sucks. Saying goodbye sucks. Leaving your hometown that you love so dearly sucks. Leaving your best friend sucks. What will become of the two of you? Will Carlos still love you? Will he return to Madrid and visit with your parents? Will he be saddened to see your empty room? Will he turn to look at every girl who resembles you and hope that somehow, someway, you found him? Will you do that to every man who looks like Carlos?

He leans back, laying flat on the bed. You rest your head on his chest, his fingers coming to play with your hair. “I believe with every bone in my body that you will do amazing things, Carlos. You’ll be a world champion one day. And guess what? You’re going to do it because you are strong. It’s not going to be because I’m holding your hand, it’s going to be because of your dedication, your talent, your strength, your skill. You’ve worked for this, Carlos. And you are going to do it.”

He sniffles, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, Carlos.” You say. And maybe things will be ok, maybe they won't. But you know that Carlos will go on to do great things. You know that he's the type of boy-no-he's the type of man to accomplish whatever he puts his mind to. He’ll fight for his life in that damn race car and then step out of it and make the whole room laugh and smile. He’ll make amazing friends, ones that will occupy the space you have always resided in. He’ll be happy and feel whole. He’ll think of you from time to time. Maybe you’ll visit one another when you both are in Madrid at the same time.

“I love you, y/n.”

And I'm getting older too

2026

You haven't run this fast since high school. Somewhere in the crowd, you’ve lost your husband, but you don't care. You have a mission to accomplish, a friend to see.

“Carlos!” You shout, waving your hands like a maniac. “¡Mi hijo! Carlos!”

A hand grabs you by the bicep. “You can’t be in here!” The strange man shouts. Did you run past some barriers? Yes. Did you push some young fans? Yes. Is security worried about your intentions? Yes. But there, only a few feet away, if the new World Champion.

“Let me go! I know Carlos!” You fight the man causing another to join in on the situation. Both of your arms are restrained and they’re practically carrying you out.

“Everyone says that.” One of them says.

“Please!” You beg. It’s been over three years since Carlos and you have seen each other in person. Life dragged you two apart. You thrived in college, becoming the girl that everyone loved. You made friends quickly and made memories even quicker. Carlos thrived in racing, too. He moved his way up pretty quickly, his Formula One debut coming just three years after he left. You’d seen the Youtube videos of him and his friends, you’d heard the inside jokes, read about Carlando-you knew he was happy. But, you two weren’t as close anymore. You’d text frequently, reaching out before a big race or after a difficult one. You’d facetime, too. You both had one another on social media, and sometimes he would comment on your post or respond to a story you had up. Life was different now, however. You and him were married. He couldn’t come to your wedding, it fell on a race weekend. You couldn’t go to his. You said you had work but watching him marry another girl would stir up some pain, even if you were in a happy relationship. You didn’t frequent Madrid all too much, choosing to vacation elsewhere when the time arises. But, vacations were rare now that you were a mother. This was the first time you’d been out of town since giving birth three years ago. It was worth it.

“Carlos!” You cried out once more. He knew you were at the race-he was the one that bought you the tickets-but you wanted to see him now, not later.

The commotion caught his attention. He stared for a second, trying to understand why two men were carrying out a girl, but then he saw who it was. “Y/n!”

He dropped the conversation he was having to run over to you. The hands of strange men were replaced by those of a familiar friend. You felt warm again. You felt whole.

He swept you up in a hug, spinning you around as you squealed. “You did it! You fucking did it Carlos!”

“I know! You were right muñeca! You were right!” The nickname alone was enough to make you cry. You hadn’t been called that in years. Since the two of you were in your teens.

He dropped you, hands sliding onto your cheeks. For a brief moment, you thought he would try to kiss you. He didn’t. But your mind wandered.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He smiled softly. “None of this would have happened without you.”

“Me?”

Carlos nodded. “I carried your words with me every day. Nobody has ever believed in me as much as you have.”

“Carlos-”

“I love you, y/n.”

The tears were back, and they fell hard. “I love you, Carlos.”

He was pulled away to go do his podium celebration. The Championship had come down to the last race of the season. Carlos beat out his competitors, however, winning not only the race, but the World Championship. And as he stood on that podium, champagne spraying through the air, fireworks began to pop in the sky. It lights up in colors of reds and yellows, blues and purples, greens and oranges.

He looks down at you, a smile splitting his lips.

It seems like the highest award to achieve, but he hopes that in another life, one hopefully close by, that he can get the one thing he desires most.

You.

Maybe in another life, you followed him. Maybe in another life you two got married. Maybe in another life you reached out more. But in this life, Carlos is a World Champion. You wouldn’t trade his excitement, his pride and his joy for anything.

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starlightnorris · 9 months

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Just The Beginning

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Words: 2.2K

Requested: Yes / No

Request: Hey! First of all i love your writing like every time you post I go WILD anyways.. I’ve been thinking a lot about kind of a prequel to the mini lando series in which Lando and reader have been trying for a baby but haven’t been successful and as they loose hope, reader gets sick so lando goes to the pharmacy to get reader some medicine and when reader wakes up he calls him like “maybe bring a pregnancy test too” and lando is like “omgomgomg it can’t be” and he gets like super excited and anxious and everyone at the pharmacy is like “first time?” Anyways, turns out reader is finally pregnant with Aiden?!! 😭😭😭

Rating: R because of difficult topics

Warnings: Difficultly getting pregnant, losing hope, feeling of failure and not good enough, relationship difficulties, ANGST, fluff, I'm sure there are more warnings, please read this carefully if you have trouble reading this topic

Synopsis: Lando and you have wanted to be parents for the longest time, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be

Mini Lando / New Addition / Mini Lando Masterlist

"Lando, don't get your hopes up." Hands placed over your mouth as you watch the timer on your phone. Lando nods, but you can't miss the excited smile he tries so hard to hide.

"I won't. I promise." You refuse to look at the white and blue test on the counter before you two. Three years married, Carlos and Charles having children, and the two of you getting baby fever a year ago have two of you trying to have your own children. "Lando, stop." You snap, placing your hand on your husband's bouncing leg.

"Sorry." He stops, rubbing sweaty hands on his jeans. He knew you didn't mean to snap, but the tension was intense after multiple negative tests and tears. The shrieking beeps of the timer have you jumping, head dropping as you can't look at the test. "Want me to look?" Lando's voice held no excitement.

"Please." Standing, he grabs the test. How was he to tell you it was negative again? It was already a thought in your mind that you might have problems. "It's negative, isn't it?" Lando turns, your red eyes boring into his sad ones. "That's okay, though. We can try again." He places the test down, reaching for you.

You stand, leaving the bathroom, heading to your office, and slamming the door. Lando flinches, hearing the soft echoes of your cries. He wanted nothing more than to hold you, yet for the past three months, you shoved him away every time that negative popped up. Sliding down the counter, he buries his head in his arms, his own tears slipping down his face.

Wiping his face, he sniffles and stands, heading to your office. "Y/n, please open the door." He begs, just wanting to hold his wife. "Go away!" You scream something thumping on the door. "Okay." Lando whimpers out. "I'm going to.....I'm going for a driver. I'll be back." You let out a chest-rattling gasp hearing the soft thuds of him walking away.

You don't know when you stopped crying. The feeling of being hollow was all you could make out. Lando was still not back; you wouldn't blame him if he never returned. He wanted to be a father so badly, and while you could give him everything, you couldn't give him this. Lando wanted to talk to you, but you couldn't voice those dark thoughts you kept having.

How could you tell the love of your life you felt like a failure? The man who loved you more than driving that he should leave you and find someone else who could give him children. The terror that gripped you at the possibility of Lando doing that left you sick. The empty promises you two whispered to one another, the baby names, the pictures of the future that were slowly slipping away.

The mechanical whirl of the garage door opening gets you moving. Heading back to the bathroom, you throw the test away just for it to join the rest of those false hopes and dreams. The garage door opens and closes with keys jingling as you clean your face. You plaster a look of calm. You mastered the look and act of you're fine.

"Baby?" Lando's voice carries through the house, drawing you out of the bedroom. "I'm here." A loud sigh as he rounds the corner. Those doubts rile up hearing that sigh. Was he sighing because you're still here? Because he came home? Regretting marrying you? "Hi." His soft smile greets you.

"Sorry about earlier. I need to start dinner." Lando watches as you sidestep him, heading straight for the kitchen. "Forget dinner. Let's go out, get some fresh air." Closing your eyes, you try hard to clamp down on the anxiety that creeps into your bones. "No, I want to stay home. I'm tired." Lando nods, swallowing hard as he walks away. He always walked away, never wanting to fight with you anymore.

He was giving up. Lando would leave you soon, and you don't blame him. You failed.

Dinner and the house were silent for the rest of the day.

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"She refuses to talk to me." Carlos hums, sipping his beer as the two watch Y/n play with little Santiago. "Have you tried therapy?" Lando bristles, as mentioned. "If she would talk to me, Carlos, I would mention it." He hisses, tearing the label off his beer.

"Don't get snappy with me. You two are made for one another, and this is just a....rough patch." Carlos smiles, waving at his little boy, who Y/n bounces, talking to Carlos's wife. "This isn't a rough patch Carlos. She wants children, and I....I can't even give her them." Carlos's smile fades, turning to look at his dearest friend.

"Have you two ever been to a fertility clinic? Tested? Anything?" Carlos knew what Lando was like. If anything went wrong, he put all the blame on him. It doesn't matter if it's an outside force. It was automatically his fault. "No, I'm terrified to mention it. What if she feels like, I'm placing all the blame on her?" Lando pulls his eyes away from you, and you look so damn happy.

For the first time in 4 months since that day in the bathroom, you looked like a shell of yourself. Holding Santi, you look alive. "Lando, you two clearly haven't been talking. Talk to your wife, and I know it's terrifying. But, what if you never talk, and this breaks the both of you?" Lando shakes his head no. "No, no, that's not possible." Carlos sighs, patting him on his shoulder.

"Did you have a good talk with Carlos?" Lando jumps, hearing your voice as he drives the two of you home. "What? Oh, yeah, it was fine." Lando shrugs, and you sigh. Carlos's wife had told you to start small and that it was best to start a conversation with your husband. "What'd you talk about?" Lando cringes at the question, not wanting to talk about it.

"Nothing, just the upcoming season and all that." You nod your head, anger bubbling in your chest at him, avoiding the conversation. "Nothing? Did you talk about nothing for the entire day?" Your husband's eyes slide over to you, the anger evident in your voice. "No, we didn't talk about nothing the entire day. But you wouldn't know that as you refuse to talk to me." Lando snaps, and you blink, shocked at his raised tone.

"Refuse to talk to you? I'm always talking to you, Lando! You're the one who refuses to even look at me!" Lando adjusts himself in his seat, trying to calm himself down. "Really? Really? Y/n, the last time we had a real fucking conversation was the morning you took that test. After that day, you refuse to let me touch you. I can't even approach the topic without you shutting down. My wife is gone and refuses to let me help, much less know the problem." Lando slams the car into park as you stare at him, shocked at this anger.

"I'm furious with you, dammit!" Lando throws the door open, storming to the front door as you follow, watching him reach a specific door. "Don't you dare go in there!" You scream, trying to stop him, but he throws you off. "Don't!" He throws it open as you stare at the empty room, with only one object in the middle.

"You can't even walk in here. This is our baby's room, and you keep that door closed. Why? What is it that you can't talk to me anymore? I'm your husband, and we've......do you not love me anymore? We haven't had sex in months; tell me that you blame me. I know you think it's my fault. Say it!" He screams at you pounding his chest as you stare at one another, crying.

"Blame you? Blame you!" You laugh, stepping foot into the nursery Lando built and decorated himself for the first time. "You want to be a father so damn bad! Do you know what it's like to hold Santi or Anthoine when we're with our friends? To see that look in your eyes and then the one of disappointment when you look at me?" As you step deeper into the room, you wipe the tears from your eyes. "Every damn test, that look grows with more hatred, and I know you hate me. I'm the wife that is failing at giving you children, Lando. I'm the reason why!" You laugh.

"I don't blame you, Lando." Spitting out the words, you stand inches from one another. "I'm scared I'll wake up one day, and you're gone. You left me because I'm a failure as a wife for not giving you children. I'm terrified that....that." Lando stops you, hugging you tightly as you collapse in his arms. "I don't think you're a failure. You are the strongest person I know, Y/n." Hearing those words, you gasp out loud as you cry loudly.

"I love you, and we will have children. One day. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but we will have children one day."

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One Year Later

Therapy was going well for the two of you, and you could finally talk about everything. Lando how he felt he was to blame and not good enough. You, how you felt like a failure and that Lando would leave you. Everyone could see the change in your relationship, how you both looked lighter and happier. Your therapist suggested taking a break from trying to have children, and you did.

The two of you talked of the pressure it put on both of you, that it was a weight on your chest. Lando agreed that waiting would be best, and if the two try again, talk to a specialist first. Traveling around the world and just enjoying yourselves as well was communicating was important now. The nursery door was kept shut, but you added small things here and there.

Except right now, you've been bedridden with the flu. Everything smelled horrible, and the food tasted gross. You've been throwing up and just wanting Lando next to you the only time you've felt a semblance of being your healthy self. "I'm going to the pharmacy. Be back." Lando whispers as you wave him off. You can't do another day like this.

Laying in bed, you can only think everything over for the past month. Month. Maybe it was your period, you've never really had to go through this often, but it did happen. Except.....

Eye flying open, you scramble to grab your phone calling Lando. "What, is something wrong?" Lando's panicked voice fills your ear after the 2nd ring. "No, um...you remember last month when we got a little careless?" Lando chuckles, the memories very clear as he thinks about you and where he- "Wait? Do you think?" Lando's eyes widen as he tries so hard not to get excited.

"I...I don't know. Pick one up. Please." Lando agrees as a soft ding of the pharmacy lets the workers know someone has walked in. "Hi, can I get some anti-nausea meds and a pregnancy test?" He can't help the giant smile that fills his face. The lovely older lady behind the counter smiles at him. "First time, sweetie?" He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Kinda? I mean....this is." She raises her hand, stopping his stutters. "I understand; I hope it all goes well." Lando slaps the money on the counter and rushes off with a wave. Running home, no need to announce he's back as you're there grabbing the test.

And here you are again, sitting on the same tub ledge. Watching the seconds tick by, the same hope and feelings of doubt cover you both. Neither of you says anything, both jumping out of your skin at the shrieking timer.

Reaching for the test, Lando snaps your hand down. Holding it. "Wait, just wait." He breathes, staring at you. "Whatever it says, it doesn't matter. It's not my fault nor yours. We're not failures, and we will have children one day. It doesn't matter how or when, but we will love them no matter what. And I'll love you until I die. Okay?" You nod, swallowing as you stand, grabbing the test.

Your hands start to shake as tears begin to fall; Lando sighs. "Hey, it's okay. We should make that appointment, huh?" He laughs, trying to lighten the mood as you shake your head no. "It's positive." You whisper, his head snapping up, not believing your words. "What?" Standing up, you laugh, showing him the test. "It's positive." You repeat as he covers your shaking hand, trying to read the test.

"It's positive? It's positive!" He laughs, scooping you up as he spins you around. The two of you laugh and cry. "We're going to be parents," Lando whispers, holding you close. "We're going to be parents." You repeat, neither of you believing this; Lando giggling. "Aiden." You pull back, confused why he'd say that name. "Aiden, if it's a boy, Odette if it's a girl." You smile, kissing your husband gently.

"It's perfect." He nods, hand lying on your stomach. "I will love you for the rest of my life. You have no idea how loved you already are."

#madi recs #lando norris

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starlightnorris · 9 months

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don't go - lando norris

oh no not another friends to lovers blurb with lando heheh... also ignore the title?? when it comes to titles, i can't think of anything creative 🙄

word count: 840

“can i send you my location later, i’m going on a date later and you’re the only person i trust to pick me up if it goes bad,” you ask your best friend, lando. you were finally putting yourself out there and meeting up with a bumble match. however, while the guy seemed really sweet, you were still a little bit nervous about actually meeting up with him, and you didn’t really want to turn into an episode of dateline.

“what do you mean you’re going on a date?” lando asked, completely ignoring whatever he was doing. “with a stranger? y/n, are you insane?”

“lan, i can’t be single forever, so i’m meeting up with this guy from bumble,” you say, and his eyes widen.

“like hell you are,” he says, shaking his head. “i am not letting you meet up with a stranger you met on a dating app.”

“you do it all the time,” you counter, and he rolls his eyes.

“y/n, that’s to hookup, not date,” he says, and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “there’s a difference.”

“lando, you’ll have my location, and i promise i’ll text you if he seems sketchy,” you say, trying to reason with him. it really wasn’t his business whether you went on the date or not and you were currently regretting even mentioning it, but you didn’t want to make him mad, so you just tried to calm him down and explain that it would be fine if you went out with this guy.

“no, y/n, i’m not letting you go,” he says, and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you ask, and his eyes widen at the tone of your words.

“what do you mean?”

“don’t play dumb, lando,” you say, rolling your eyes again. “i just asked you to pick me up if the date went bad, and you’re acting like my dad. i can go on the date if i want, and if you don’t want to pick me up if he’s sketchy, then it’ll be on your conscience if i get murdered.”

“y/n,” he says with a sign, running a hand over his face. “you’re not getting murdered.” you let out a humorless laugh, and he glares at you.

“well, i’m going on the date and i don’t have anyone i trust to pick me up so i might get murdered.”

“please don’t go,” he says, and you pause, bringing your eyes up to meet his. obviously, you’d been arguing for the past 10 minutes, but something about the way he said these words made you stop. “please, y/n. don’t go on that date.”

“why?”

you watch as his mouth opens and closes again, and he sits there for a minute before speaking, “go on a date with me.”

what.

you stare at him open-mouthed for a minute, trying to process what he had just said. lando wanted to go on a date with you? lando, the guy you’d been friends with since you were kids? the guy who’d always been a part of your life, the one who’d comforted you after breakups, and injuries, and whatever else life had thrown at you.

“y/n, please go on a date with me, i don’t want you to go on a date with any other guy,” he says again, breaking you from your thoughts. “i’m tired of pretending that i’m not in love with you.”

“lan, you’re my best friend,” you say, but as the words leave your lips, you realize he’s always been more than that. when you pictured a future, a family, it was always lando there. when you pictured having kids, it was always the idea of lando teaching them to drive, or taking them to the playground, or whatever else you had conjured up in your mind.

“i know, and you’re my best friend, but i’ve always wanted more and i want to take that next step, if you’ll let me,” he says, and he reaches his hands out to grab yours. you let him take your hands, and you can’t ignore the feeling that floats over you as your hands rest in his.

“lan, are you sure? i don’t want to lose our friendship,” you say, and his eyes meet yours, traveling over your face. his gaze is so intense that it makes your skin heat, and you just know that your cheeks are turning red.

“y/n, i promise that i won’t mess this up, i’ve been waiting for this moment forever and i would be an absolute idiot if i did anything to mess that up. it’s always been you, y/n.” his words are so gentle, but they carry so much weight, and you feel a smile splitting across your face. “now can i please kiss you?”

“yes,” you say, biting your lip and his hand travels to the back of your neck, pulling you into him until his lips are resting against yours. you smile against his lips, relishing in this moment.

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