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f1-disaster-bi · 7 days

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Lance + Lando and Sleep 😉🫶

Bringing back an old favourite just for you bestie @princelancey 😘

"I'm going to murder Daniel", Lando hissed to no one in particular despite Lance being right beside him.

Lance was as good as dead to the world despite the dopey grin on his face and the words he kept mumbling as Lando dragged him out of the elevator. He was saying something about dancing lights while trying to pat Lando on the head but only succeeding in almost sticking a finger in Lando’s eye.

"You're not allowed drink anymore", Lando threatened, mainly just to hear the way Lance sighed and see the pout the other man gave him as he squinted down at Lando.

"S'mean", Lance slurred and huffed a little but he remained curled against Lando, leaving the shorter man to take the bulk if his weight as they finally found their hotel room.

It was a little mean, but the threat was an empty one. They both knew that no matter what, Lando would never stop Lance from having fun, and he would always traipse off to find him when Lance sent drunk SOS's because he had lost the group, Daniel was doing something stupid or just because he missed Lando.

Even on nights where they both went out, Lance would still pout at his phone and send a drunken SOS even if Lando was only a couple of feet away from him. The smile he gave Lando every time he came to find him was worth the hassle of wrestling a very drunk Lance down hotel hallways at 4am.

At least this time, Lando had gotten ro Lance before Daniel had convinced him to do something stupid again like the time in Italy where they almost got tattoos to solidify their "bro-ship". Lando had seen the word tattoo and enlisted the help of Sebastian and Checo to hunt down his boyfriend before it was too late.

No one needed a repeat of the Pierre incident.

"Love yuh", Lance mumbled into Lando's curls as he plastered himself against Lando’s back as they walked into the room.

"Love you too, asshole", Lando laughed and tried not to make a disgusted fa e when he got a particularly wet kiss pressed to his neck, "Stop being a menace. Water, meds and bed"

Lance mumbled something against his curls once more, but Lando could feel him kicking off his own shoes. He nearly knocked them over in the process but they both managed to get out of them with Lance still plastered against him and holding him tight. He tried to wriggle his way out of the older man's hold but Lance grumbled and somehow, marched them towards the bed.

"Sleep now", Lance yawned, turning at the last moment so they hit the bed on their sides.

"No, water and pain meds", Lando complained but Lance just patted his head while making shushing noises.

"Night night", Lance argued through a yawn and before Lando could wriggle away or even get them out of their jeans and under the covers, Lance had rolled so Lando was pinned under his larger boyfriend who was already snoring in his ear softly.

Lando just sighed and lifted a hand to pinch at his nose as he tried not to laugh.

"You're so lucky I love you", he whispered to Lance as he pressed a kiss to his forehead.

All he got in response was more snoring and some mumbled words about a rabbit.

Send me one word + a pairing and I’ll write a little something.

#lance/lando #lando/lance #strollis #hangover club au #hangover au #bringing back this series for shits and giggles #lance #lando

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f1-birb · 2 days

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for @f1-disaster-bi, a silly thing I wrote set in her mafia au

Lando wakes up slowly, still feeling groggy as he tries to wade through the leftover haze of sleep. His eyes ease themselves open, vision blurry until he blinks the world into focus and sees Lance standing at the end of his bed, arms folded tightly across his chest and mouth pulled into a frown.

Lando groans.

"Don't you fucking groan at me you little shit."

Lando groans again to be childish and then pouts at the much lighter than it probably should have been smack to his blanket covered foot.

"You're a trouble magnet and very annoying."

He blinks big eyes at his husband, looking up through his lashes juts his bottom lip out a little bit further. He counts to three and fights back the smug grin as Lance sighs and comes to sit in the chair near the head of the bed.

"In my defence," he watches Lance's eyebrows creep closer to his hairline, "what was I meant to do? Let him shoot up the supermarket?"

"That's so not the point. You didn't tell anyone you were going out." Lance huffs.

"I am more than capable of getting myself ice cream, thank you husband of mine."

Lance's eye twitches and Lando reaches out with his good arm to offer his hand. That's when he notices the thin bandage wrapped around the skin below his elbow.

Lance suddenly looks guilty, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"What. The fuck. Is that?" Lando breaks up the question, squeezing Lance's fingers tighter and tighter and eliciting a wince.

"Nothing. There was something on the ground of the shop, cut you, you wouldn't have noticed with the adrenaline."

Lando yanks on Lance's arm sharply and hisses, "Liar liar, pants on fire. What the fuck, Lance?"

"ImighthaveaskediftheycouldputatrackerinyousothatIcan'tloseyoueveragain..."

Lando blinks. Lance sighs and opens his mouth to repeat himself, knowing it'll be Lando's demand but he isn't expecting the nasty little pinch to the thin skin on the back of his hand.

"Do not put trackers in people, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

#for emmy #emmy's mafia au #strollis #lance/lando #birb writes

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overmarr · 9 months

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I know how few shippers of this ship exist, but thanks to my friend, now I'm one of them too and I want to share this little piece for our mermaid AU. Shark Lance is literally all that occupies my mind 😅

#my art #f1 art #formula 1 #lance stroll #lando norris #lance/lando #strollis #I hope I'm right and that's what their ship is called #and Lance has adorable sharp shark teeth maybe someday I'll draw that #it's actually a very dramatic AU #but everything will be fine

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raapija · 2 months

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Hottest couple in professional sports

#fernando alonso #lance stroll #lancey strolly and magic alonso #strollonso

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rickybaby · 3 hours

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But they are talking about the airport in Bologna, and don't we already know that he was there to drive cars at Mugello?

For all we know he could be going to AM. They have money and Honda and Fernando re-signing so early on in the season???

#anon ask #strolly world champion incoming?? el plan finally working???#or maybe he was actually in Italy to go have a looksy at Daniel’s car??

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f1-disaster-bi · 2 months

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Send me a topics/sentence/idea/au and a pairing and I'll write a short fic/drabble

#fic writing #f1 fic #writing ask #dando #strollis #lance/lando #daniel/lando #norstappen #lestappen #sebson #simi #mindo #charlando #basically just send me asks

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f1-birb · 1 year

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little sneak peek of something i'm working on for @f1-disaster-bi <3

“Sorry, muffin, we were sold out by eleven today.”

Lando does his best not to pout, but he knows he must fail if the look on Martha’s face is anything to go by. He lets her cup his cheek, laughing along when she then fusses over the smudge of frosting her thumb leaves across his cheekbone.

“Any chance you've got one cooking in the back I can come back for in an hour?” He makes his eyes big, fluttering his eyelashes in the way he knows his boss adores.

“Nope, we had three out today and they're all gone. I can get you literally anything else?”

He flutters his eyelashes again, biting at his bottom lip in the expression he knows normally lets him get away with pretty much anything, usually him being late to work. “The recipe for the chocolate cake?”

“No way, muffin, you know that's a secret and after that first day you don't get anywhere near my kitchen.” Martha taps him on the nose, laughing when he goes cross-eyed to watch her finger.

Lando sighs, a huge exaggerated thing, slumping his shoulders just to make her laugh more. “What am I meant to do then? It's Lance’s birthday and it's his favourite, I can't not get him his favourite cake on his birthday!”

#little sneak peek #strollis #lance/lando #surprise it's a new ship from me #birb writes

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kevyeen · 9 days

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Lancey Strolly they could never make me hate you.

#lance stroll #my beloved #so overhated and for WHAT #having a father that loves him #as if that's not what a father must do #kevtalks

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eksvaized · 3 months

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[ Previous ┃ Next ] part 8

After his date with you, Simon made a firm promise to himself to avoid impulsive actions and reckless behaviour. However, by Friday evening, he was overwhelmed by restlessness. The thought of you spending time with another man while he sat at home was unbearable, so wanting to see if his hypothesis about Matt being the reason you were busy today, he decided to pay you a visit.

To his disappointment, he saw Matt’s car parked in your driveway when he reached your house. His heart sank. He pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. While smoking, he contemplated what to do. He knew the sensible thing would be to turn around and walk away, someplace else. However, his jealously anchored him down, keeping him in place.

By the time he lit a third cigarette, he had made a comprise with himself. He realised he couldn’t spend the rest of the night lurking around your home. However, before leaving, he would peek inside and satisfy his hunger for seeing you.

In the shrouded darkness of the late night, he crept into your backyard. His black jacket merged seamlessly with the shadows. The hood of the sweater was pulled low over his forehead, concealing his face. If anyone saw him, he preferred to be mistaken for a prowler or burglar, which wasn’t uncommon in this neighbourhood.

With an intensity that could only be described as eagerness, Simon scanned each window of the house, his eyes darting from one to the next. A wave of disappointment washed over him. Every window, without exception, was dark; the curtains were drawn tight to block out any prying eyes. Simon’s frustration grew, and his chest tightened. However, after what felt like an eternity, his eyes landed on the kitchen window, which had no blinds on it. He realised that if he angled himself just right, he could see into your living room.

You were sitting on the couch, legs crossed, with Matt beside you. There was an open bottle of wine and two empty glasses on the coffee table. Simon clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stop grinding his teeth for fear they might shatter. He noticed Matt’s arm snaking around your shoulders, drawing you in closer. You didn’t push him away.

Initially, you two just appeared to be talking and drinking. Nothing more. But the longer Simon stood there watching, his face inches away from the window, his breath fogging up the glass, the worse it got. Matt’s hands never left your body. He kept brushing his fingers over your skin, his digits tracing your jaw before he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. You laughed, said something, and then looked away. When you turned your gaze back to Matt, he leaned in and kissed you.

Simon had to close his eyes for a moment. The wind was frigid, threatening to make him shiver. However, the burning rage, jealousy, and possessiveness coursing through his veins kept him warm.

A kiss was something Simon could let you have. He could tolerate you kissing other men while you were still not officially together. But it wasn’t enough for Matt, who stood up and offered his hand for you to take. Simon couldn’t see your expression, but whatever Matt had uttered as his lips brushed lightly against the shell of your ear made you nod your head. Your fingers intertwined with his, allowing him to pull you up. You and Matt vanished from Simon’s sight. When the light switched on upstairs and two shadows merged into one, Simon knew Matt had taken you to your bedroom.

The desire to wreak havoc consumed Simon, yearning to unleash his pent-up anger through destruction. He intended to make Matt regret even thinking that he could have you. Matt had no right to touch you or be in your bedroom. Simon was supposed to be the one you wanted to spend the night with.

Something flipped in Simon, like a switch, unlocking and realising the darkness that had been lurking in the corners of his consciousness. He was too emotionally charged to think clearly. He spent the remainder of the evening strolling down the empty street. As he reached the end of it, he would turn back, heading towards your house again, only to find himself repeating the process. Each time he would notice Matt’s car still parked in the driveway, it would serve as a stark reminder that he was still inside your home, still in your bed.

Simon, clutching his last cigarette, pressed his body against a tree, concealed in shadows where a broken lamppost left the street dark. He was smoking and waiting, his intense gaze fixed on the front door of the house. As it creaked open, Matt slipped out, his footsteps punctuating the eerie silence of the night. For a brief moment, Simon thought Matt might get in his car and drive away. However, even Matt wasn’t reckless enough to do that. Instead, he started walking down the street, wobbling with each step. Simon followed him.

Matt, in his drunken state, failed to notice that someone had their eyes glued to his back. He even forgot to lock the door of his house, in front of which now Simon found himself standing as his fingers coiled tightly around the handle. There was a muted voice in his head, urging him to leave before he did something he might regret. He was about to listen to it, thinking that instead of lingering here, he should stop by your house on the way home, and see whether you made sure to lock your front door.

However, as soon as he thought of you, a flood of vivid images invaded his mind - images of you with Matt, of him taking you to your bedroom, and the sounds from your bedroom window - low moans, hungry grunts, and desperate whimpers. After drawing a shaky breath and feeling the cold metal of the door handle in his hand, he made his decision.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside Matt’s home.

Aside from the dim glow emanating from the kitchen, and a faint light at the end of a long hallway, where Simon predicted the bedroom was, the rest of the house was shrouded in darkness. Simon moved slowly towards the ajar door. His heavy boots made no sound with each step. He could hear Matt pacing around the room.

Simon had no idea what he was doing. However, as doubts began to surface, he quickly dismissed them. A moment of hesitation crossed his mind, but he found himself past the point of retreat when he accidentally kicked a pair of shoes, which he failed to see in the dark. Now, after alerting Matt of his presence, Simon can't leave.

“Who’s out there?” Matt called out, trying to sound confident, but Simon detected uncertainty in his voice.

Simon came to a halt in front of the bedroom door. He tensed his body, his muscles coiled as he straightened his back. In an attempt to remain calm, he took a slow, deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs before exhaling and clearing his turbulent mind. When the door finally swung open, time seemed to stop, creating a moment of eerie stillness. Matt’s eyes, wide and filled with fear, fell on the tall, imposing figure standing in front of him. After coming to his senses, he took a big step back, his hand instinctively reaching out to grasp the door, his fingers curling around it. Matt tried to shut the door, but Simon, having expected this, didn’t hesitate and stuck his foot inside, preventing him from doing so. Despite Matt throwing his entire weight against the door, his heels digging into the ground, Simon, with a surprising amount of ease, pushed the door fully open, causing Matt to fall backwards and land on his back as Simon stepped inside.

In a desperate attempt to protect himself, Matt tried to roll over and distance himself from Simon. But before he could stand, Simon leapt onto him. He pressed his knee to Matt’s chest and pinned him down. Simon’s fingers wrapped around the fabric of Matt’s shirt, and he scooped him up by the collar. With swift and precise movement, not holding his strength back, Simon threw the first punch. The sound of it echoing off the room walls.

Matt cried out in pain. His arms flailed around in a futile attempt to defend himself, his fingers desperately trying to grab onto anything that could give him leverage. His legs kicked out, but no matter how much his body trashed around, he wasn’t able to push Simon off of him.

Simon continued his assault. His punches were powerful, each one landing with a force that made Matt’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Ultimately, Matt wasn’t able to bear it all. The pain was too much for him to handle. His consciousness slipped away, and his body went limp in Simon’s bloody hands.

It felt good to beat Matt up, to hear the sickening crunch of his bones, to see his face get smeared with his own blood. But... what now? As the adrenaline began to slowly wear off, Simon returned to a harsh reality where he had to face the consequences of his impulsive actions. He couldn’t leave Matt. If he regained consciousness, the first thing he would do was call the police. Simon didn’t want the authorities to get involved. Because even though Matt had no clue who he was, he didn’t know his name, somehow... something could lead them to Simon, and the last thing he wanted was to be caught.

While his mind worked, trying to come up with a plan on the spot, Simon hauled Matt to the bed. Using a belt he found on the floor, which had been kicked under the bed, Simon tied his hand to the headboard. However, he knew that bounding Matt to the bed wouldn’t be able to keep him down for long. Simon needed time, and the only way to ensure he had plenty of it was to sedate him.

His eyes darted around the room and landed on a bottle of sleeping pills, conveniently placed on the nightstand. Without hesitating, he grounded a handful of them into a fine powder. As he was doing so, Matt began to stir, his low groans of pain echoing in the room as he blinked, trying to recall what had happened. Knowing it was only a matter of seconds before he became alert and started screaming, Simon forced him to drink a glass of water that he had laced with the crushed sleeping pills. He gave Matt three times the standard dose. And soon after that, Matt’s eyes glazed over and he went out like a light.

Simon realised he couldn’t afford to make any errors right now.

Matt couldn’t be left at his house. Simon had to hide him somewhere secure while he planned his next move. He owned a piece of small land on the outskirts of the city. There was a run-down shed, unsuitable for living and mostly used for storing unwanted items; he decided to take Matt here, stick him in the basement and keep him locked until he figured out what to do with him.

Perhaps Matt had a dirty secret, which could be held over his head. Surely, there must be something incriminating about him; all Simon needed to do was dig a little. However, there was one issue with this plan: Simon didn’t have a car. He had no means of discreetly smuggling Matt out of here without being seen. As the night faded and dawn approached, time was running out. If he wanted to take advantage of the cover of darkness, he needed to act swiftly.

Simon left Matt’s house and returned to yours, but he was not there to see you. After making sure no prying eyes were watching and you were asleep (there was no light seeping out of your house, suggesting you weren’t awoke), with the keys he had earlier fetched out of Matt’s jeans pocket, he unlocked the car, which was left in your driveway, and climbed in. His heart was hammering in his chest, but not daring to waste a single second, he started the engine and drove away.

There was a chance that the soft roar of the engine might have stirred you from your slumber, but Simon hoped that if you glanced out of the window and noticed the car’s taillights shrinking in the distance, you would just assume it was Matt.

Simon parked the car in Matt’s garage, which ensured that no one saw how he grappled with Matt, his hands were still tied with a belt, but he kicked, squirmed and protested against Simon’s grip. However, Matt was no match for Simon, so eventually, no matter how hard he tried to escape, Simon managed to dump his flailing body into the trunk. To prevent any further attempts to break free, Simon knocked Matt out.

Simon was behind the wheel, navigating the desolate roads, when Matt woke from his slumber. Simon tried to block the sound of muffled Matt’s voice. Despite being gagged with a piece of cloth to prevent his cries from alerting passersby, Matt was relentless in expressing his fear.

Simon’s mind was a battleground, his desire to quell his thoughts and doubts constantly overshadowed by the relentless voice in his head, growing louder with each passing moment.

Was he making a mistake?

What the fuck was he even doing?

Why?

But, when his thoughts began to spiral out of control too much, an image of you surfaced in his mind, reminding him that he was doing everything because he wanted to keep you safe, ensure your happiness and make your life easier. It was all for you... and if it was for you, no matter how far Simon went or what he did, it was all worth it.

You were worth it.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #writing #simon ghost riley #cod #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #ghost x you #call of duty #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost #cod ghost #PO2 #cod x reader

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teneleven12xiii · 2 months

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Live Laugh Love Logie bear & Lancey Strolly

#logan sargeant #lance stroll #formula 1

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