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norris55s · 3 months

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a little party never killed nobody - lando norris

best friend(?) party girl reader x lando norris social media au

a/n: idk this is a brain dump of the feminine urge to party with lando in atrocious ways! this will include obscene amounts implied and photographed alcohol consumption so if ur uncomfy with that, i’d skip this one! fc is alix earle!

--------------------------------- Australia

landonorris

landonorris: straya points and the official inaugural party host, y/nusername

y/nusername

y/nusername: gday mate 🇦🇺🦘

danielricciardo: Never underestimating you again, the hangover on that plane was miserable

georgerussell63: I told you she’s a bloody party animal

y/nusername: that was pretty tame ngl

oscarpiastri: I was right, not joining was a better idea

y/nusername: u just hate fun

landonorris: feels like the season finally started

y/nusername: bring it on

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daniel3.jpg: Melbourne introduced me to the Y/N and Lando party world

--------------------------------- Japan

landonorris

landonorris: podiums make me so happy i start singing

y/nusername: i feel like you’re better at karaoke than at racing

landonorris: changing careers fr

yukitsunoda0511: Please don’t

y/nusername

y/nusername: jpop is awesome 🇯🇵

yukitsunoda0511: you're welcome

y/nusername: yuki san you are my idol

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y/nusername

y/nusername: in miami, bitch 🇺🇸

landonorris: not like my podium mattered or anything

y/nusername: baby girl i bought you your champagne bottles at the club as a congratulatory gift

maxfewtrell: She's right baby girl

landonorris

landonorris: good timessss lfg miami

oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: Miami was extremely good to us!

y/nusername: when will u let me throw u a party pookie

oscarpiastri: I think the wise answer is never

y/nusername: but it’s FUN and you should celebrate your podiums!

georgerussell63: Do not trust her, you will have a week long hangover

y/nusername: it’s been a YEAR let it go 😭

--------------------------------- Monaco

y/nusername

y/nusername: my best friend is a formula 1 grand prix winner and i’ve never been drunker (or happier). i fucking love monaco 🇲🇨

landonorris: 🧡

carlossainz55: I think I’m still drunk 🥶

maxverstappen1: same

oscarpiastri: same

landonorris

landonorris: last weekend dump. it was a dream come true (and i’m still drunk too)

y/nusername: now that we got your win out of the way, charles_leclerc monaco win when

charles_leclerc: I'm trying

y/nusername has posted her stories

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lando.jpg: great weekend, could get used to winning and partying with them

y/nusername: vamos!

carlossainz55: 😛

y/nusername

y/nusername: bailando (bye-lando?)💃🏽 🇪🇸

landonorris: u couldn't have picked a better photo

y/nusername: i was barely able to walk, no

carlossainz55: Looking good!

y/nusername: i'm inclined to believe you're saying you look good, to which i would agree

landonorris: what

y/nusername has added to her stories

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landonorris

landonorris: home gp win. it doesn’t get better than this.

y/nusername: i love you so much winner!!!!!! (fuck u for that photo!!!!!)

lewishamilton: Huge congratuations!

y/nusername: good times innit 🇬🇧

georgerussell63: I will never, ever be bullied into going out with you ever again

y/nusername: ...as i said, good times innit

landonorris: how come george and fernando get that picture and i look like a kpop idol

y/nusername: cause ur my baby girl fr

landonorris: what

fernandoalonso: Too old for this craziness, but thanks again!

y/nusername: what do you mean you were the life of the party!!!

y/nusername has added to her stories

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y/nusername

y/nusername: you think i’m crazy? you should meet maxverstappen1 three jägerbombs in. 🇳🇱

maxverstappen1: Let me tell you that you on five jägerbombs was worse, but you wouldn't remember.

landonorris: she’s like that without the alcohol too

y/nusername: wow okay drag me!

y/nusername has added to her stories

--------------------------------- Mexico

y/nusername: viva el tequila y viva méxico 🇲🇽

sergioperez: Respect!

y/nusername: i promise i don't down tequila like water all the time, i can also appreciate the flavor!

landonorris: she's lying

patriciooward: Can I join you next time?

y/nusername: you can join me any time!

patriciooward: Tonight any good?

landonorris: once again what

patriciooward has added to his stories

--------------------------------- Brazil

y/nusername: eu te amo 🇧🇷

carlossainz55: 😍

patriciooward: 🔥

landonorris: i am once again asking... what?

--------------------------------- Las Vegas

y/nusername: i girlbossed too close to the sun this time but a drunk fake wedding doesn't represent us as people 🇺🇸

user65: you are absolutely kidding THEY DID NOT GET MARRIED

oscarpiastri: Oh Jesus Christ pick up the phone

carlossainz55: Thanks for the invite!

maxverstappen1: That's a way to make controversy

user24: fuck a las vegas win, lando finally bagged the girl

user43: lando to carlos and pato: fuck around and find out

landonorris has added to his stories

--------------------------------- Abu Dhabi

y/nusername: season is over but we’ll be back (no accidental weddings this time) 🇦🇪

landonorris: could you stop posting on ig and come say what you want to eat

user52: cant you see the man loves you why did you unmarry him and say you're not marrying him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oscarpiastri: Don't make promises you cant keep

user 75: HELLO?

user 19: OSCAR?

#f1 #f1 au #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris au #lando norris smau #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfic

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monzabee · 1 year

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good riddance (social media au) - ln4

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Summary: The one where internet discovers that Lando's girlfriend is a singer, who happens to be on a world tour.

Pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (model used: gracie abrams)

Warnings: none? cursing? lando being himself.

Request: "gracie abrams!reader with any driver!!!!"

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

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ynyln: here's some film i got back before leaving prague, this is your reminder to drink responsibly and not to let your friends take pictures with your camera! p.s. see you soon, australia.

oliviarodrigo: come back to la, pleaseee‼️

ynyln: 🔜👀

papayapiastri: is that lando... in the first picture...

landosainzjr: this was definitely not on my 2023 bingo card...

papayapiastri: yn.jpg account when???

lando.jpg: cool photos, even cooler girl

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landonorris just posted a story!

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landonorris: ready to rumble

mclaren: G'day mate.🤝

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ynyln: how to you say hot in australian?

oscarpiastri: hawt mate

ynyln: cheers, mate

landonorris: hawty, shawty

ynyln just posted a story!

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ynyln: a random (mini) melbourne dump feat the papaya boys

landonorris: i think the term you're looking for is papaya men

ynyln: papaya babes

landonorris: why is it plural, though?

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ynderhazee: new album dropping when??

harrysfourthnip: it's been eighty four years...

landonorris

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landonorris: taking a break from the regularly scheduled program to wish my cute jeans a happy birthday. you're cute jeans.

ynyln: no you're cute jeans.

ynyln: i love you though, please bring me more tim tams🤍🤍

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livviesyn: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER

#monzabee #formula 1 x reader #paddock #social media au #f1 social media au #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #formula one x reader #lando norris social media au #olivia rodrigo makes an appearance

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saintescuderia · 1 month

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pancakes (pt. 2)

apologies for the delay; was marshalling the aus gp lol. enjoy.

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :)

P2 - hamstring and piriformis stretches

“Y/N Tessio?”

“She works in hospitality.” Oscar clarified without an ounce of stress. He wasn’t embarrassed by this. Yes, he was close friends with a member of the F1 Hospitality. Yes, he was asking that part of his Formula 1 contract include that you become his personal trainer. Yes, he wasn’t going to accept any contract without that condition.

Otmar didn’t know that last fact when he had laughed off Oscar’s request the last time they had spoken. It was the last nail in the coffin that showed to Oscar what had been gnawing at his gut for so quite some time: this team wasn’t quite right. Now, at lunch with Zak Brown, who had wanted more official meeting in the McLaren motorhome, Oscar laid out the same request. And Zak Brown seemed understand the severity of it: Oscar Piastri would not accept anything unless you were right there with him.

This morning was only proof of it all. His anxiety had kept him up and it was only after finding you that everything seemed to work itself out. After you had made him run a lap around the track, you promptly dumped some melatonin gummies in his hand and sent him off to bed to sleep. And sleep he did. Oscar had woken up feeling more refreshed than he had in a long, long while.

Refreshed, Oscar had taken your advice and called Lily. He mentioned love languages and she gushed. The call ended with them sounding more on page and stronger than ever. Oscar also took your advice in calling his dad to ask about a lawyer. His dad had been surprised that his son had been so forward thinking.

Oscar had admitted it was your idea. His dad stopped being surprised; of course it had been your idea.

“Oh, they’re good people, Osc. The sort you need around you in a place like Formula 1! Make sure you have them on your team!” Oscar was already thinking what his dad was suggesting, agreeing wholeheartedly. He needed you on his team.

And that was before Oscar arrived at the Alpine motor home for one of the staff to let him known that hospitality had delivered some specially made protein pancakes and fresh orange juice for his breakfast. There was a note under cutlery with your scrawl of ‘take magnesium.’

He asked his Alpine trainer for some, the very same one you thought was an utter dickhead. Said trainer, François, somehow didn’t have any supplements. Sighing, Oscar dug into your famous pancakes that had the perfected macros for an athlete of his sort. He would just ask you for magnesium later - and take your usual heat of having a “fucking dropkick of a trainer.” It was just more and more proof that Alpine wasn’t looking good for him. Even he knew it was bad for a trainer to not be prepared like that.

Now, in a room full of papaya orange, Oscar looked at the American CEO and waited patiently for Zak Brown to tell him what he thought about the request to have you working alongside McLaren Racing as part of Oscar’s contract.

“What, um, what qualifications does she have?” Zak asked, shifting slightly to type on his computer. Oscar watched as Zak’s eyes grew as he stared at the screen. “Oh, I know her! She makes an solid cappucino!”

“Melbournian barista.” Oscar smiled. It was true, you had gotten your barista license back when you were living in Melbourne. And if there was one thing Melbournians were proud of, it was their coffee. “She grew up near Albert Park.” Oscar added the tidbit you had dropped upon first meeting and Oscar was basking in the Australian accent.

"Says she was born in Monaco." Zak said.

"What?" Oscar frowned, completely taken aback at this. You had never mentioned anything to him about being born in Monaco. You were from Melbourne, near the beach. That's what you had told him.

Nothing about Monaco, Monte Carlo.

In Europe.

But Oscar didn't have time to process that because Zak Brown continued on. “Still, it doesn’t say anything about Y/N being trained in anything health or sports-related.” The McLaren CEO said, his eyes skimming over his computer screen that likely read your resume that was stored in the shared F1 database. Formula One Group and the FIA had allowed team principals and CEOs to access these files when they needed to identify a snitch that had violated the NDA.

It was all too often that a team suffered a blow by a Hospo staff member whistleblowing some important fact they overheard while serving the refreshments.

“She knows about Daniel.” Oscar said. Zak blinked, clearly taken aback. He swallowed and Oscar quickly added, “And no, she didn’t tell me. I figured it out that she knew and told her.”

“Okay, you’re right. I do feel better.”

“Better enough to do another lap?” You grinned at your friend whose sweaty face dropped into a deadpan. You had both slowed down as you came to the starting line. Now that was nearing the 6am mark, there were more and more people starting to come out.

But you were with a driver. You knew all too well that it would be fine. Drivers are untouchable. You wanted to milk this for all it was worth. “Come on, Piazza! A light jog!” You added, wanting to enjoy this just all the little bit more.

“You’re insane. No.” To prove his point, Oscar actually came down to sit on the road. And then he lay flat on his back. You watched him and exhaled, accepting one lap was all you were going to get. Hell, that was more cardio than you normally did. And besides, you knew Oscar had a rough night and was running in Sambas. Athlete aside, you were just surprised he managed the lap in as is.

So you came to sit beside him, except you didn’t lay back and try to catch your breath as he did. No, instead you stretched your legs out and then leaned forward to stretch out your calf muscles.

Oscar looked over at you and rolled his eyes. The ever insane gym junkie Y/N. He knew he should be doing the same. His flexibility had really taken a toll and besides that, he was stiff and restless from all the travelling and the stressful conversations with his girlfriend and team principals. Oscar sat up and brought his legs out just like you and leaned forward to stretch his hamstring. Just like you.

You said nothing about this but you didn’t need to; the smug grin on your face was enough. You switched legs shortly. Oscar copied. You brought both legs together. So did he. You leaned back and brought your knee up to stretch your piriformis. Oscar begrudgingly did so. And so it went as you and Oscar stretched your entire bodies out right there at the starting line of the Sochi Circuit. It was when they finished the reverse pigeon pose on both sides that you stretched your legs out and made no move for another stretch. You both settled in a comfortable silence and watched the sky.

Oscar watched the sunrise and smiled, feeling a lot lighter after the run and the stretching. He glanced over at you watching the sun and felt a sense of appreciation for you.

“Think carefully of who you choose to drive for.” You said, breaking him from the reverie. “This will be your first F1 team and it will reflect on how other teams in the future will see you.” Oscar was quiet as he thought about your words. Some birds were starting to fly across and Oscar noted how your eyes trailed them.

Oscar took a steading moment and then said what had been on his mind the entire night. “Daniel Ricciardo is going to be dropped. Zak Brown wants me to be his replacement.”

You didn’t react.

You didn’t have to.

All you did was keep watching the birds.

Oscar pursed his lips. Of course you weren’t surprised. You were never surprised. And you already knew about Daniel.

“You know about Daniel and McLaren.” It really wasn’t a question. You offered him a soft smile in response and sat up to stretch out your hand to gently squeeze his. Oscar frowned.

“My platonic brother in Christ,” you began with a sad smile and he grimaced, “you have a good heart. Don’t let this place take that shit away from you.”

You let go of his hand and Oscar sat up to face you. “Why didn’t you— you didn’t say anything.”

“It’s not my place, man, I just make the coffee.” You said with a full fledged smile. Oscar was at a loss for words. You often worked shifts at McLaren - he knew that because those were the days you had double sessions at the gym. Oscar never found it in himself to ask. Now, he did.

“Do you not like… McLaren or anything?” Oscar asked. “Should I not drive for them.”

You were silent for a moment looking ahead of you before you spoke. “No, nothing wrong with the team.” It was clear there was something wrong with something. Oscar couldn’t ask because you stood up and held out a hand to him. He took it and let you pull him up. “Come on. Reserve drivers are only needed after lunch. I’ll give you some melatonin to help you sleep and then you can call your girlfriend.”

“And find a lawyer.” Oscar added. “But I think Zak Brown could get me one.”

“Always have your own lawyer.” You said with such a firm conviction that it had Oscar looking at you with curious eyes.

Sometimes, he wondered how you knew so much about the ins and outs of life in Formula 1.

“So you’re saying Y/N actually follows the NDA?” Zak asked, bringing his hands together to rest under his chin.

“Yep. Wakes up at 4am everyday and works out for two hours. Doesn’t drink or smoke and if given the chance, would probably run a half marathon at every track. She's worked with F1 for years so she knows the diet and routine of a driver.” Oscar paused and then tried to remember some more facts now that he had his chance, his opening.

Never mind that he didn't know you were apparently born in the heart of Formula 1.

Though, that reminded him— “She's fluent in French. And Arabic. Which will be good for the Middle Eastern and European races." Oscar added, thinking of your background. Or what he did know of your background. "And she has an international license.” Or he thought you did, vaguely remembering you mention something about cars in Japan.

Japan!

“I think she also speaks Japanese pretty good.” Oscar said, remembering Spa last year and seeing you conversing with Yuki Tsunoda as you made him a matcha.

“Hmm.” Zak pursed his lips. His eyes scanned over the resume once more and then nodded. “Look, Oscar, it’s no secret that I want you for McLaren. I think you’d be a very good fit here. If you think Y/N would be a good fit with McLaren also, then I’m onboard with that.”

Oscar nodded, finally letting himself let go of the seriousness and let out a smile. He honestly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was actually happening.

But if his father had taught him anything, it was to not get too carried away. Oscar kept composed as he kept his face as neutral as possible and smiled politely. “That sounds really awesome, Zak, thank you. When could we get everything in paper so I can go over it with her?” And his lawyer.

“I’ll speak to some people today and we’ll get a rough contract outline ready. Helen, the PR manager, will send it to you and Y/N,” Zak looked back at his screen, “to the email on the resume here. And then we can organise a meeting and move forward.” Oscar smiled once more, feeling the stress and tension dissipate from his shoulders.

“But,” Zak then added, “I can’t really promise anything. The lawyers will need to sort this out since she’s already under contract with the Formula One Group and if they won’t release her then there might not be much we can do about it.”

Oscar nodded, frowning slightly. “I understand.” Admittedly, that was something he hadn’t thought about. He’d been too preoccupied trying to get Y/N a place with him on whatever team he joined that he didn’t think about her tie with Formula One Group.

“If all goes well, though,” Zak was quick to add, seeing Oscar frown, “we could even sponsor some study for her and help her work her way up. If she’s as dedicated as you say, and has that sense of integrity and spirit, then McLaren would be perfect for her.”

Oscar knew Zak was trying to butter him up with the promise of having Y/N. And Oscar had to admit, it was working. This was about you, after all.

There was a knock on the door. Oscar recognised Zak’s PA but couldn’t recall a name. She offered him a warm smile and then apologised. “I’m so sorry to interrupt but Lando wants to speak with you.”

“Yes of course!” Zak beamed. “Send him in.” He stood up and Oscar’s manners kicked in and he stood up also, assuming the meeting was now over. This reminded Zak of him and he returned his attention at the young Australia. “Unless you had any questions or anything else you wanted to add?” Zak’s question made Oscar want to laugh since they were both already standing up and Lando Norris was already through the door.

Oscar knew how these politics were going to go. If he did sign with McLaren, Lando Norris was going to be the number 1 in everything. And not just in driver priority.

“Nope, all good. Thank you again for listening and being so receptive to my request about Y/N.” Oscar held out his hand. Zak shook it and smiled.

“I have a good feeling about this, Oscar. I’m looking forward to the future.” Zak said. He came around the table to greet Lando and Oscar smiled at his soon to be teammate.

This wasn’t the first time Oscar had met Lando Norris, such was the small world of karting and racing. However, it was the first time that Oscar had seen Lando since Zak Brown had made it clear that he wanted him to be Norris’ new teammate.

Oscar wasn’t sure how to feel about Lando, knowing that the driver was equal points talented as he was, well, spoiled. Not that a spoiled F1 driver was a novelty, but Oscar had noticed that Y’N’s mornings before a McLaren shift always ended with a long sparring session with the punching bag.

“Alright?” Lando said with a lazy acknowledgement. “Heard the news.”

Oscar’s kept his face straight. Of course Lando Norris would see no need for subtlety. The PR training all drivers went through for the media usually extended to the Paddock as a whole as conversations were always sanitised. Everyone knew that what you said wasn’t what you meant. Talking around the issue was part of the life of Formula 1.

Oscar was used to this. So seeing Lando so abrupt about this, and in front of Zak Brown, was quite telling. Especially when it was doubtful that Daniel himself knew anything about his imminent redundancy.

“Yeah, I’m good. Nice seeing you around.” Oscar said, keeping himself polite and respectful - and making no comment about the news. He looked at Zak Brown once more and offered his thanks before letting the PA show him out of the room. Oscar looked back to see Lando staring at him. Oscar considered just what he was signing up for.

Still, Oscar could turn around and leave the office with a weight off his shoulders. Even though he knew how it would look, walking out of McLaren, he was surprisingly more at ease than ever. Sure, Oscar knew the fallout of leaving Alpine and joining McLaren would be bad; especially if it meant kicking out another driver - and one that was a personal hero, but he felt a lot more at ease. No matter the fallout, no matter Lando Norris, he knew it would be okay. Because he was going to have you right there next to him.

There was no way Oscar was going to survive Formula 1 without you. And your gym addiction.

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lilyrizzy · 1 month

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Inspired by Daniel’s silly EA advert… hope someone enjoys!

It’s been a good day. A lot of the drivers hate this stuff, putting on the tap shoes for the sponsors and asking how high, but Daniel- He kinda likes it.

It’s something he’s good at, turning up to a set and being silly, making people laugh and being told good job Daniel. That’s great, perfect. The words give his chest the kind of buoyancy that has him feeling he could float the whole way home.

They’re a reminder that soon enough, he’ll be back in Melbourne where everyone will say his name with the same tenderness the director has given him, but this time wanting the best for him, instead of from him.

“Amazing job today Daniel,” Robert says again now, clapping a warm hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “I think that last part was enough just in the one take. You’re a natural.”

The pleased smile on Daniel’s face spreads easily.

“Cool,” is all he says though, “happy to help, I- Actually mate, I was hoping you’d let me have a little something in return.”

—

“Maxy!” Daniel calls, wrestling with both the front door and the giant box. “Where are you, baby?”

Their house in LA is big, his words bouncing off the walls of the grand entrance hall. Usually, it’s full of friends, sometimes family, but this week for once it’s just the two of them.

“Sofa!” Max shouts back, voice croaky like maybe he’d been napping. He’s probably not left the same spot Daniel left him in this morning. “How was the shoot, was it nice?”

Dumping his keys on the hallway table, Daniel follows the sound of Max’s voice. As suspected, he’s still stretched out across the cushions, belly up like Jimmy when he’s sunbathing in the balcony back home. His hand is shoved down the front of his shorts, but only idly. Daniel can see he’s not hard.

Still, for a moment his gaze gets caught there, before shifting back to Max’s face, his curious expression as he takes in the giant box Daniel is holding.

Right.

“I got you something,” Daniel says, setting it down on the coffee table. He opens it and begins to dig around. “A lot of merch swag and shit, but- Tah dah!”

He pulls out the game, proudly showing Max the box that has his own face on the cover. F1 2024.

“Oh,” Max says, and his smile is as sweet at the two happy pink splotches that begin to warm up his cheeks. “Thank you, Daniel.”

He sits up then, taking the game from Daniel’s hands and holds it like it’s something very special.

It’s not much of a gift really, because Max could get a copy for himself whenever he wanted. His people could call EA, or if he was feeling particularly desperate he could offer to do an ad of his own, but- He wouldn’t.

The only things he’s ever to gone out of his way to get are his championships and Daniel.

“I will have to wait for Lando to get his copy,” Max is continuing, but already he’s moving to crouch in front of their TV, his PlayStation, “or maybe Charles, for the multi-player but-“

“I can play,” Daniel interrupts, picking up the controller from their coffee table. It feels less foreign in his hand after a day being recorded holding it.

Max pauses, game disk spinning on one finger as he turns to look at Daniel.

“You want to play?”

He sounds confused, surprised.

“Sure,” Daniel says, all fake nonchalance. “I’ve even had a head start playing, I might be better than you.”

With a warmth fizzing in his belly, he watches the shock on Max’s face melt into quiet joy. He ducks his head to finish putting the game into the console, and when he takes a seat next to Daniel on the sofa, it’s close enough that their thighs are pressed together. Warm.

“I think if you want to beat me, you will have to hold it like this,” Max pokes at Daniel with a teasing grin, and then his hands are moving gently over Daniel’s to correct where he’s apparently holding the controller all wrong.

Daniel snorts, pushing out an elbow to nudge at the soft place Max’s ribs hide underneath.

“Fighting talk, baby,” he insists with far more confidence than he feels. “Just you wait, you’ll be begging for mercy.”

Max’s laugh is bright.

“Okay but I think we need to look at the settings first,” he begins again, “because of course I have the sensitivity set very high, and-“

Daniel lets Max’s explanations wash over him like music.

—

Later, Daniel manages to finally win a race by shunting Max into the first corner, speeding away while he’s still spinning in the gravel.

“That of course, does not count,” Max insists indignantly, though there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “That is cheating, Daniel.”

“Not what you said in Baku baby,” Daniel reminds him, and then pokes his tongue out when Max begins to trip over his protests that he has done nothing wrong, ever.

Daniel begins a loud rendition of ‘we are the champions,’ in favour of listening.

Giving up his attempts to defend himself, Max tosses his controller onto the coffee table with a sharp clatter, instead choosing to crawl over Daniel, pressing him down into the sofa.

“I will show you a fucking champion,” he mutters, his thigh finding its way between Daniel’s legs.

Daniel’s own controller hits the hard wood floor with a thud.

#written from my iPhone #half asleep this morning #haven’t gramma checked #enjoy!!!!😉#fic #max/daniel

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beauty-in-your-presence · 8 months

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Realising that I take a copious amount of slutty selfies and none are fitting for a work photo ID

#me #cute #melbourne #selfie #brown eyes #brunette #mixed girl #brown hair #lingerie #mirror selfie #photo dump

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screamingmealz · 1 year

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paul aron x reader social media au: aussieland

description: paul’s aussie gf comes with him to his first race in australia!!

an: this is totally inspired by the fact that i’m australian and i met paul the other weekend

yourusername posted a story

story replies:

yourbestfriend replied to your story:

yourbestfriend: aw you guys are so cute!! i cant wait to see you!!

yourusername posted a story

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liked by paularon_, premaracing and others

yourusername on tour guide duties this week 🫡🫡

tagged paularon_

yourbestfriend glad to have you home!!

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paularon_ gday mate

yourusername honorary aussie 😍

paularon_ the best tour guide 💪💪

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fan1 i love them so much

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paularon_ P🥉and P6 in Melbourne🇦🇺Very happy to get our first podium in the @fiaf3 championship and score solid points ✅. We still have some work to do in order to fight at the very front but satisfied with the steps made this weekend.I really want to say a big thank you to all the fans and people here in Australia. I had an amazing time roaming around the country and the support was just immaculate. YOU GUYS ARE AMAZIN!! 🥺 Thank you to everyone at @prema_team and @simone.bechinifor the hard work. Happy birthday and a big thank you to @karlparjamae for the fun times (got him three birthday cakes🥳) Last but not least thank you to @mercedesamgf1 for the continuous support

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Truganina, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. 2017-11-10 14:50:48 by stuart murdoch Via Flickr: This could have been Mad Max territory. Except it wasn't, it definitely had that vibe though. One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas. Blog | Tumblr | Twitter | Website | Instagram | Photography links | s2z digital garden | pixelfed.social

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charles is the kind of person who can tell you to fuck off in such a polite way and with such a pretty smile that you won't even realize he's insulting you. It's an art and this guy has mastered it perfectly. The art of saying fuck you but subtly 🤣🤣

lol yeah, someone on twitter called him "a classy hater". but it's so true. just some fun slight digs he did:

cut carlos out of his monza vlog

cropped carlos out of his australia photo dump and included lewis instead

didn't post a picture of him smiling at carlos at the podium in melbourne

and there's more, sure. but it's really funny how charles always finds a way to diss carlos without upsetting the ferrari pr (they still have to seem as good friends for the sake of the brand).

#charles leclerc

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Down Under | Alex Turcotte

summary: coming to Australia, Alex meets one person he didn't think he’d see. The girl of his dreams.

request: yes/no

warnings: allusions to smut but nothing explicit, swearing, mentions of drinking.

word count: 1.38k

authors note: I had no clue what I wanted to do with this one but I wrote it at 4am with two red bulls in my system and I had one request asking for some Alex in Melbourne content and another request asking for the idea of this imagine… sort of liked it, sort of didn’t… also Australia is in the southern hemisphere for those who didn’t know so they are going into spring/summer now.

As you and your friends had no lectures tomorrow, tonight you were letting loose.

The warming Melbourne air forced you to wear one of your shorter dresses which was something you weren’t complaining of with how sweaty the bar was feeling “I’m going to get another drink!” You called out to your friends who nodded.

From the other side of the bar Alex hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. As the boys were given the first night in Australia off they all decided that it was going to be their last time to have a few drinks before the season fully started “go talk to her!” Tobias laughed as though it was the most obvious thing for the Turcotte boy to do.

Alex’s eyes went wide as he turned his attention away from you “it wouldn’t work,” Alex shook his head as he thought about this logically. You clearly lived here based on your thick Australian accent accompanied by how you seemed close to the bartender “that’s next weeks problem.” Jordan shot back as he could assume what his teammates worries were about.

As you tapped your fingers on the counter waiting for your drink Alex nodded to himself “I’ll see you guys later,” the boys let out a cheer as the hockey player walked in your direction.

“Hey,”

You looked up to see the mystery boy stood in front of you “hi,” you smiled letting your tongue run over your teeth.

The boy looked pretty as he sat in the seat next to you “you’re not from around here are you?” you asked hearing his accent. Alex let out a laugh as he nodded “from the US,” he confessed taking you by surprise “what brings a guy like you to Melbourne?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

Alex thought about telling you the truth but it seemed like you shared a common thing with the rest of the Australian community where you didn’t know anything about hockey “I’m just here for work,” now Alex wasn’t lying but he wasn’t telling you the whole truth.

It was probably the alcohol talking as you held your hand out to the boy “well American, I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself causing the boy to smile “Alex.”

The night went on as you spent less time with your friends and more time with the mystery American “I’m not going last if you carry on doing that.” Alex warned letting out a grunt as you let your ass rub against his cock.

You laughed as you turned around to face him “what makes you think I want to behave?” You asked wriggling your eyebrows as his hand rubbed against your jaw “you want to get out of here then?” Alex pressed a kiss against your neck causing you to gasp.

Something about tonight had you doing things differently. Usually you weren’t the kind of girl who did that type of stuff but after your boyfriend dumped you just two weeks ago, this was the exact thing that your friends would have wanted you to do “sure!” You were moving on.

The car ride back to his hotel must have been the most awkward thing for the driver as Alex didn’t let his hands leave your sides as you two made out “have a good night.” The driver awkwardly spoke up as his car came to a stop.

You pulled away from Alex as you smiled seeing your lipstick stained on his cheeks “thank,” you mumbled as Alex helped you out of the car.

Your short trip back to his room felt long especially because you spent the majority of your time in elevator with another couple that consisted of a man overly curious about Alex “what was that about?” You asked wondering what he meant by hope you win.

Alex snaked his arm around his waist “don’t worry about it.” He shook his head pressing a kiss to your head.

You nodded as he fished his key card from his pocket “want to make you feel so good baby.” You cooed palming his cock through his pants.

The door opened making him smile “tonight is all about you baby,” he shook his head bringing your lips back to his.

It was needier than before as Alex’s hands ran over the curve of your ass “jump baby.” He grumbled hooking his hands under your legs as you wrapped your feet around his waist.

The door slammed behind you as you made sure to kick it closed “can’t wait to make you feel so good.” The boy mumbled under his breath as he dropped you onto his bed.

It was the next morning as the light that shone in through the curtains made your eyes blink repeatedly as they adjusted to the light “fuck me,” you grumbled almost jumping as an arm pulled you closer to their chest “just turn around and look.” You spoke to yourself as you picked his arm up and placed it next to himself.

Of course as you looked at the boy you began to realise what happened during the night before “shit!” You rubbed your eyes as you saw last nights mascara transfer onto your fingers “where are my panties?” You asked quickly grabbing the shirt from his chair as you couldn’t find your dress “perfect.” If you weren’t the kind of girl who did one night stands then you certainly weren’t the kind of girl who left in the morning.

But you didn’t know what to say to Alex so that’s what you were going to do. The boy looked peaceful as you slipped on your sneakers sending him one final glance before you snuck out of his room leaving nothing more than the memories of the previous night as evidence that you were in there.

Your friends had been interrogating you about the events of your night “you didn’t get his number!” One of your friends laughed slapping her hand over her mouth.

You threw your pencil at her as you rolled your eyes “I didn’t even talk to him in the morning!” You huffed realising that your fun night was truly one of a kind.

The girls could sense your disappointment as they sighed “if you’re meant to see him again you will.” One of the girls smiled as she placed her hand on your back “but for now let’s look forward to the fact that we’re going to that hockey game.” The mention of a sport that none of you were into made you furrow your eyebrows.

You knew that the NHL had a game but you really didn’t think that you were going to pay any attention to it “we’re going to a hockey game?” You couldn’t help it when you let out a scoff.

The girl who sat next to you nodded “figured it would be a fun night out.” She shrugged because what was the worst thing that could come from this.

Clearly the universe wanting to get back at you. Not only had you girls thought that it would be funny if you got decked out in team kits where you were in some of the kings merch after you realised that you guys were sat behind their bench “Al!” Tobias let out a gasp as the boys were on the ice.

Alex turned around all confused “what?” Now the American didn’t want to admit it but he missed you. When he woke up to see you not in his room he thought that the enjoyable night that you two shared was only enjoyed by him “look who is by the bench.” It seemed that at the same time that he looked at you, you were looking back at him “isn’t that Alex?” One of your friends asked sensing your tensed body.

So much for being a businessman…

Once Alex left the ice he was quick to write something on a puck before he threw it over the glass letting it land in your hands.

Can we talk afterwards?

You looked at the puck before you looked up seeing both your friends and his teammates staring at you as they all waited for your answer “sure!” You yelled out figuring that you probably owed it to him.

Maybe he was meant to have you for more than just one night.

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