*◌ೃ࿔ ≡ 🏎️🌫️🫧 .･*｡ lando norris x best friend!reader — — where she attempts to make a funny tik tok and ends up falling more in love with her best friend. tragic.
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WHERE THERE WAS Y/N, THERE WAS LANDO.
That's how it seemed to always be. Welcome to your twenties, where you originally imagined you'd be on a college campus and at fraternity parties on the weekends— you were in foreign countries and formula one races. Lando used to be your best friend who lived across the street, nothing more and nothing less.
But every step he took, he took your hand and brought you along with him. He used to compare it to a child bringing their favorite stuffed animal everywhere with them. If you'd come with him, make his hotel rooms feel like home and cheer him on from the McLaren paddock— he'd pay for your schooling.
You'd be an idiot to say no. Besides— who wouldn't want to spend a year abroad with their best friend who you sometimes dream about? Unrequited love really makes a girl do crazy things.
But a girl also needs to make her own fun sometimes. Mindless chores and busy work had eaten up most of the day and while he was away you'd been hunched over your laptop in the hotel writing one of your essays that was due soon. In as little words, you were beyond bored.
And since tomorrow was race day, Lando was allowed to do a bit of a cheat meal. It couldn't be anything crazy and still annoyingly healthy— but Lando had begged all night for you to cook something English. After all, you were both always a tiny bit homesick and some good classic British food would hopefully cure that ailment.
And after scrolling on tik tok and not writing your essay all day, it was the perfect time to finally play a prank on Lando instead of the other way around.
You piled his plate full, sauce trailing down the side and hear emanating from the top is swirling stream. It smelled absolutely amazing, you'd say. You weren't too shy to say it— you were a damn good cook. Setting his down, you watched his eyes practically turn into hearts as he stared at the plate.
The camera was recording across the kitchen, hidden behind a box of protein bars. It was undeniably hard to keep a straight face.
"Oh, darling, this looks— oh my god. Holy shit." Lando groans as he takes his first bite, shaking his head wildly. "Holy fuck. So good, y/n, so fucking good."
You grinned, scooping a single quarter serving into your plate. Enough to look believable, but significantly less than what Lando had. "Yay! I'm glad."
You took the seat next to him at the island, folding your napkin and placing it on your lap. And as soon as your plate hit the counter, you felt Lando's stare burning into you.
"Love, what is that?"
"Hmm? My plate?"
He'd fallen deathly serious, his fork stopped moving in the air completely. "What— what are we doing? Why have you got a mouse serving on your plate? Are you feeling okay?"
