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nico-di-genova · 1 month

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Strollonso Texts

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lil-shiro · 2 months

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So like if i write Fernando kissing Lance on the cheek in Bahrain I can tag it as "canon compliant" right?

#strollonso #text post

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antimonyandthyme · 1 year

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1k, Fernando Alonso/Lance Stroll

Spanking, Explicit Content

Fernando wasn’t expecting to like him much. Prior to having to interact, Lance had faded into the back row in a school photograph, overshadowed by the louder, more fashionable, faster characters on the grid. Fernando knows he’ll be playing a game of chess navigating races with the son of the person who owned the team, but he’d been confident it wouldn’t matter. He’s dabbled with worse.

(All the same, he’d texted Seb. Any tips?

Seb responded with a bunch of winky faces, and an awfully smug You worried? Fernando had been too cheesed to offer a proper response.)

Naturally, they’re in each other’s spaces a lot. Media duties, PR, Aston Martin tiktoks. Punch in, punch out, clockwork. Fernando’s done his time. He embraces it all with a blend of sufferance and mild annoyance, and smiles his best villain smile for the cameras.

Lance grins at him like he knows what Fernando’s doing. Fernando shows more teeth.

Then the car sings under his hands, and the first race gifts him a podium that tastes mostly like relief. Lance practically bear hugs him in the media pen. Points for them both on the first weekend. Fernando tells anyone who cares to listen he’s happy for the team. Mostly, he’s happy for himself. But Lance looks so exuberant he doesn’t have the heart to say otherwise.

In his excitement, Lance hip checks him, with enough force for Fernando to stumble. Fernando allows it, feeling benevolent, feeling just that bit playful. He swats back, where Lance’s hipbone meets the meat of his ass. It wasn’t a deliberate aim, that’s what he tells himself. He’s still giddy from the champagne after all.

Lance’s entire body tightens like an elastic band pulled to capacity. The whiplash in body language reels Fernando back by the neck.

“Sorry,” he says, meaning it. Maybe he overdid it and forgot his strength. Maybe Lance bruises easily.

“It’s nothing,” Lance says. The fission in his eyes, the schoolboy blush in his cheeks says different. His back is ramrod straight. Fernando doesn’t push; not the time. He’ll parse through it later when his brain isn’t drunk on victory and alcohol. Lance stares at him for a second more before mumbling something about meeting someone—Esteban? Huh, he supposes they’d get along—and making his getaway.

Later, soaping himself down in the glass-walled shower, half-hard and tugging easily on his dick with what feels like all the time in the world, Fernando gets the answer he needed. It comes amidst flashes of wide eyes, and a broad back, and pink lips stretched into a grin not meant for anyone but him.

Lance had been turned on.

The sudden clarity is lightning from the ground up, working its way from the soles of his feet, warmed by forty-five minutes in the shower, all the way to his head, leaving him dizzy. Fernando comes all over his fist, clunking his forehead against the glass with a grunt. Fuck. That’s. He searches for the right adjectives. Interesting? Hot? Interestingly hot?

The way Fernando sees it, he can do one of two things. Option A, for the good of their teamwork (hah, teamwork) and professional relationship, for the good of the entire season still stretched out before them like some endless, magic carpet, he can choose to never spank Lance again. Option B, he can choose to spank Lance. All the time.

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“I imagined you quieter,” Fernando says. He brings his hand down again on the meat of Lance’s ass. Lance’s squeak trails into a long, drawn-out moan. It’s funny to think that Lawrence Stroll might be staying in one of the rooms of this hotel.

“So you imagined this,” Lance says. He wriggles fruitlessly in Fernando’s lap, with his ass still pushed up in the air.

“Clever boy,” Fernando allows, because he has. He angles his palm upwards, and gets Lance on the bottom curve of the cheek until the skin there is glowing hot. Lance gasps and trembles for it, his cock trailing a sticky mess all over Fernando’s thigh.

“Shit,” Lance whines, rutting desperately against Fernando.

Fernando pushes him back down, stilling the motion. Lance goes like putty.

“Lance Stroll,” Fernando says, like he can encapsulate his amusement, and delight, and You aren’t what I thought you were gonna be all in one name.

“Yeah,” Lance bites out, tantalizing notes of a spoiled brat seeping through. “You gonna make me come, or do I have to do it myself?”

Fernando barks out a laugh. Lance doesn’t know him well enough to tell if it’s fond or mean. Yet. Experimentally, he digs his fingernails into Lance’s ass, until the abused skin goes from pink to white in the crescent-moon dips of the imprints he’s leaving. Lance yelps and squirms and arches his back like he wants more.

So he parts Lance’s ass with one hand, and rubs his thumb over Lance’s hole, and watches as it twitches with herculean effort. Maybe next time. It’s a lovely view as it is. Lance is so hard, cock weeping and neglected, that Fernando’s almost starting to feel sorry for him. Fernando leans down, and drags his tongue roughly between Lance’s cheeks, once. Lance releases his loudest cry yet. His breathing is so ragged he might be choking on air.

Fernando spanks Lance right across both cheeks, so hard that the heel of his hand sends a shock all the way up to his elbow. That’s it, Lance is done. He comes violently, cock spurting all over Fernando’s lap.

Lance flops down, no strength or grace left to his limbs. His mouth is very conveniently right next to Fernando’s aching dick.

“Fernando Alonso,” Lance mumbles.

“Yeah,” Fernado says, triumphant in this and with everything else coming his way. He can feel it. He doesn’t mind getting addicted, to the winning, the spanking, not when it looks to be coming around often this season.

“Come here and get in my mouth,” Lance says, and is he making demands now? Fernando grins, sharp as a blade. He likes his odds.

#athy texts #fanfic #rpf #strollonso #fernando/lance #me weakly from the floor:#uh oh uh oh uh oh!

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volchitsa-of-winterfell · 10 months

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"right over the back of his teammate....all over the back of his teammate" oKAY f1tv crew we get it the brat tamer top is IN THE HOUSE !!!!

#strollonso #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #fernando alonso #lance stroll #2023 austrian grand prix #v speaks #my post #text post

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urmuminnitt · 11 months

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Alonsos jacket was so big that must of been lances or something that he just picked up 😭

#writing this text post like. Yes. Strollonso people will be very very normal about this post #but I mean even my dad agreed that coat was fucking massive #Canadian gp 2023

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raapija · 4 months

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Any strollonso au post big brain ideas? I'm trying to cook up something but help would be welcome 😅

#strollonso #text

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scrollonso · 25 days

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First Kiss (Race 7)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.2k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {This is short, sorry 😭 I'm seeing a pattern of me ending chapters with Strollonso hugging so if u get sick of it uhhhh idc i love it theyre so soft}

last part - masterlist - next part

Lance was in a great mood, coming into the paddock with Nico but quickly being taken away by Fernando.

They'd talked a lot since the older mans home Grand Prix, texting almost constantly and calling so Fernando could ramble about anything and everything (coming close to disclosing undisclosed renault information a few times)

"How are you?" He asked, turning to look at Lance while dragging him away from the paddock

"We were just texting, Nando" Lance laughed, shaking his head at Fernando as they came to a stop

"I missed your voice" The Spaniard hummed, looking up at Lance

"Yeah, yeah. You were just on the phone complaining to me about how Renault is changing their colour scheme next year." Lance didn't mind it, he liked talking to Fernando. It seemed like ever since Fernando won in Spain they'd just been getting closer every day

"That's besides the point!" Fernando laughed, waving his hand as he brushed it off "Do you feel good about today? First time in monaco for Racing Point"

"I do, I've raced here a few times so I know I'll be quick to get a hang of it in a Formula One car" Their conversations just seemed to flow, both of them listening closely to the other

"Planning to look pretty in pink on the podium?" The shorter man teased, elbowing Lance slightly as their hands fell apart

"On that highest step, yeah" Lance flashed Fernando a grin, playfully challenging the Spaniard

"The day I lose to you I will buy the moon in your honour"

They both laughed, Lance taking it as a joke but Fernando was seriously wondering if he could do that

Qualifying went by quick, as soon as he got to the pitlane Fernando ran up to him

"Lancito, what was your time?"

"Uh, 1:14:08"

"De veras?" His eyes lit up, Lance not understanding but going along "Lancito, you're p2"

Now he understood, this time he was the one to hug Fernando, practically smothering the shorter man

"Wait-" He pulled back, hands on Fernandos shoulders "You're-"

"Am p1, of course"

Lance smiled widely, his teeth exposed as he became excited for both him and Fernando

Lance was sat in the Racing Point garage, worrying about whethet or not he'd actually be able to keep his spot.

"Lancito!" A voice called, getting Lance's attention straight away. Fernando had just finished speaking with people from his team so now he could talk to Lance "Nervous?" He asked, Lance making his way to the Spaniard

"Of course not, you should be" Lance smiled, nudging the older man

"Am horrified" Fernando said, a serious look on his face that quickly turned into a small smile as the two looked at eachother, a laugh escaping his lips

Lance hit his shoulder lightly "Hey! This is no joke, I might make a crazy comeback and win the championship"

"Ah, yes, of course, Lancito" Fernando nodded, both of them knowing it wasn't possible but neither caring enough to be logical, they hadn't thought the two of them having a front row start was possible either but here they are

"Don't run into my car to sabotage me, okay? I need my rookie year championship"

"Of course, I'll let you have a head start, mi sol"

"Good!"

They were all lined up, Lances eyes glued to the lights in front of him, watching as they turned on one by one then stepping on the gas as they shut off.

Fernando kept the lead, not to anyones surprise. Lance managed to defend against Kimi who was trying to pass, building a 2 second gap between them and just over a second between him and Fernando.

On lap 23 he managed to pass Fernando, his hands shaking as he gripped his steering wheel, pushing his car as far as it could go. He led for a little over a lap before Fernando took it back, he wasn't too worried since there were still over 50 laps for him to take it back.

On lap 50 he started having problems.

"Brad, what's going on? Something feels off." He radioed in, having to shout over the noise of the track

"We aren't sure, Lance, just keep pushing. Fernando is .8 seconds ahead."

Lance nodded, knowing Brad couldn't see him but too determined to be in first again to think. The only thing on his mind was a podium.

Four laps later his hopes were squashed, his engine practically exploding behind him as he was forced to pull off to the side, half is car still on the track as they called out a safety car

"FUCK" He shouted, slamming his hands on the wheel. He felt his heart beating, he could hear it in his ears, how fast it was going, how much hope he had just a lap prior and now he was pulled off to the side with black smoke engulfing his car.

He got out quickly, moving closer to the barrier as he waited to be picked up. He felt as if he could cry. He had another great chance and it was ruined again. He felt like he couldn't win, like no matter what he was destined to just never get a podium. Every time he even thought about it his car would decide he didn't deserve it.

He was stuck in the garage debriefing for what felt like hours, Brad unsure why this kept happening, all he knew was Lance was sick of it. The teenager was getting restless, he wanted to show his skill, show people he's not just a billionares son but a brilliant driver. It didn't seem possible with the car he was given.

"I just- I'm so sick of it, I keep having any chance of succeeding torn away from me, I just want to do good. Why can't I just do good? Why can't i succeed?" He spoke quick, nails digging into his palm as he felt himself get more and more worked up over it, he wasn't sure why the DNF's were getting to him more, he knew he could do good, he'd done good, but the car would always give up before he could solidify his results.

Fernando left the podium, walking past the Renault garage and straight to Racing Point where he saw the Canadian sitting on a counter towards the side.

As soon as he saw Fernando he got up, going to him quickly. He didn't say anything, the Spaniard just opened his arms and Lance sunk into them, somehow always managing to feel small in the older mans embrace.

"You did good, am so proud, Lancito." He whispered, a hand finding its way to the boys head, stroking his long hair as he tried to make him feel better

Lance didn't speak, he just inhaled, taking in the scent of the world champion as he hid his face in his neck, not bothering to care about the crowds eyes and cameras on them. All that mattered was Fernando was there, his Fernando was there.

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fractalkiss · 9 months

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12 for strollonso 🩷

for prompt #12 "straightforward" pt. 2 of hooker au, pt. 1

As they wait for the food, Lance starts to wonder if being here is a mistake. Fernando explained on the way to Vardo that the time for brunch was practically paid for. Lance can tell that Fernando's kind of fucking with him like this as well, but he can't be bothered to find a good counter for it. He should have asked Daniel more about this when he'd looked up that shady Instagram handle and their website Daniel talked about, but Lance still hasn't saved his number from that WhatsApp group with Scotty to quickly shoot Daniel a text now. Would he even respond that fast?

"You never told what happened to your wrists," Fernando says suddenly.

Lance stretches his fingers out over his phone absently, before flipping it face down. "Cycling accident with some friends. It happened a little over two weeks ago or something."

"Where?"

"A trail in Shefford," Lance replies.

"Chicksands?" Fernando's adjusting his cap, the ends of his hair stubbornly curling underneath. He switches the cap backwards. "I go mountain biking sometimes, not in Chicksands."

"So where?" Lance asks, but Fernando purses his mouth like he'd rather not say.

"Swinley," Fernando answers anyway, with a slight smile. "Might have been worse for you there."

"Yeah that's—intense," Lance says. He has trouble imagining it, looking at Fernando's expression, hard-set, unreadable, but his palms are rough, hands and face sun-weathered and tanned. Lance had said marks were fine, and he'd given it to Lance, his hold tight on his hips. Lance's thighs still ache now.

"I broke hands before, so yeah it is hard. I was very bored after surgery, as you must be now," Fernando says.

"It sucks," Lance agrees, feels himself frown a little as Fernando keeps his gaze on him. He's just using Fernando for sex. Lance can give him that advance if he wants one, but it seems wrong to skip this and not feel it out. If Lance is paying for Fernando's time, he'd like to know what he's cutting into. He'd probably do the same if it was this other guy named Seb that they proposed to him at first, probably. They had Seb's times all mixed up, so Lance was fine with the change, and that they'd get him someone who'd been there a while as well and knew what they were doing, someone else a lot older, which fit Lance's criteria anyway. He kind of wants to know more now about the mountain biking and what Fernando did to kill his boredom.

"That's something you should tell me about some more. Part of terms," Fernando says, looking toward Lance's wrist by his seltzer can. "If you do not say, it seems out of negligence on both ends and no one ends up happy if you hurt more."

"If I didn't like something, I would just say so," Lance points out.

"Yes, you have no problem with that," Fernando agrees easily, and he seems satisfied, if not amused as he's leaning forward over his plate of poached eggs and tomato, smiling to himself.

#answered asks #my fic #strollonso #fa14 #ls18 #sweatyflytrap #i have nothing to say for myself #????????????????#hooker au #Lance's important criteria #1418 #fernando/lance

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chaesonghwas · 7 months

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i'm sending you one more romance prompt, which is 32. "my parents are out of town, you up?" - i'm leaving the pair up to you and your creativity (but guiño guiño)

Hello again my love

I have no idea what horny ghost possessed me to write this (I've never written a smut scene so quickly in my LIFE), but have this horny strollonso💖

Lance

my parents are out of town, you up?

At his age, Fernando never expected to be receiving texts like this.

It feels frustratingly juvenile, but Lance, with his twenty-something years and his nepo baby job and his massive penthouse, is the best fuck he has had in months. There’s something about the kid, something about his big brown eyes and dopey smile that Fernando can’t help but be charmed by.

It also helps that Lance is so good to him. He’s so pliant and responsive and beautiful. The noises he makes while pinned under him haunt Fernando’s dreams no matter how much he tries to avoid it.

Fernando

I’m going.

To the penthouse, right?

Lance

yeah

i’ll be waiting

Fernando

Prep.

Lance

of course

who do you take me for, nando?

Fernando

You’re a brat.

Lance

yeah yeah

but you’re still coming over

Fernando hates that he’s right. He hates that this is actually working on him.

He speeds all the way there, grumbling in his company-issued Aston Martin, until he finds Lance waiting for him, sprawled out on the bed as prettily as possible, eyes closed and his cock already dripping precum.

There’s a sweet melody playing - some new thing that Lance himself likes-, and Fernando teeters somewhere between unerring fondness and wanting to fuck him raw right this moment.

He decides on the second option, jumping onto the bed with a wolfish grin and startling Lance who looks up at him with wide eyes.

“Hello, pretty boy.” Fernando whispers, and he flinches with a whine.

Lance is so easy. He is so incredibly easy that Fernando can’t help being curious about how many times he can make him fall apart, and in how many ways.

Fernando touches his body slowly, making him beg for it, and swallows the noises he’s making in a kiss. Making Lance feel good is a bit of a power trip, as sleeping with your boss’ son always is, but it’s also something he wholeheartedly enjoys. Fernando wantswantswants him, despite his best efforts.

He starts taking off his clothes slowly enough that Lance grumbles at him to “hurry up, old man”, which only serves to make him go slower, but decides against it at the last second.

“No,” he sentences, and Lance looks up in shock. “Do you know what you’re going to do, Lancey? You are going to suck my dick first, and only then I am going to touch you.”

Lance shivers under him, and Fernando knows he’s said the right thing.

Lance is… fuck, he’s better than he has any right to be at using his mouth, at this entire thing. It seems to be a pattern with him though: he’s better than he should be, and Fernando doesn’t quite have it in him to resist it. Lance’s eyes while he sucks him off might be the most irresistible thing of all though, wide and teary and pleading.

Fernando stops him just short of an orgasm, and the smug look in Lance’s face is something he needs to wipe off right now.

Without giving him much warning, Fernando pins him back under him and kisses his neck until he’s back to the incessant whining. Easy, but just the kind of easy he needs.

“Eat me out,” Lance pleads, but Fernando grins, grinding against him.

“What do you say, Lancey?”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease, fuck.”

“Good boy,” Fernando congratulates him with a kiss on the lips, and the whine he receives in response is all he wanted.

He kisses down Lance’s body slowly, but keeps his eyes on his face at all times. Fernando knows how he tastes (at this point, they’ve done this a thousand times), but his favorite thing is always to see how his face moves and contracts as pleasure rips through him. It’s unfairly beautiful.

It's all a practiced dance until Fernando actually slides into Lance and he goes wild.

Fernando loves it. He loves it so much that he might come from just being inside him, unmoving, and hearing him whine, but that's a thought he intends on keeping to himself. It is more than it should be.

"You're so good to me, baby. So good."

It comes out of his mouth without thinking, and even Lance himself is surprised because he lets out a startled noise.

On a split second decision, Fernando leans into it.

"You're so pretty like this, Lancey."

Lance moans even louder and as Fernando keeps a steady rhythm of thrusts, he knows he won't last long.

"I'm…close." Lance rushes to say, and Fernando is glad. He'll just make him come first.

He slams into him even faster now and with a carefully placed touch to his throbbing dick, Lance comes with a shout and Fernando can't help but follow shortly after.

"Great," Lance says after they've both cleaned up, lying on the bed as Fernando puts his clothes back on again. "Same time tomorrow?"

#thank you babyyyy 💖#strollonso fic #strollonso fanfiction #1418 #justi writes #justi answers

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nico-di-genova · 1 month

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Strollonso Texts

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f1crecs · 6 months

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Help Needed - Fic Rec Volunteer

I need some help!

Please reblog this so it can reach more people. 🤍

This blog has received some truly wonderful feedback, including that it is a useful resource, and I am desperate to keep it going.

As you may have noticed, though, posting has definitely trailed off a little bit! That is mainly because I am just one person, with a busy job and a few new hobbies to contend with.

I am, therefore, looking for 1 - 5 volunteers to help me with the research, requesting, and formatting of this blog. If by some miracle I am inundated with requests to help, I may not be able to take on everyone, as this would become hard to manage.

Please see below for full details. It is really important that you read through the Important Points section before putting your name forward. 😊

What would I be doing?

You would be putting forward fics to include on the fic rec lists on the @f1crecs blog, based on a given prompt. This could be a pairing (maxiel/piarles/strollonso) or a trope (soulmates/coffee shop au/canon divergence). This would include you selecting a favourite quote from the fic, as well as a brief summary of why you enjoyed it.

How would it work?

🔸️ We would communicate on a Discord server.

🔸️ I would receive requests for rec lists through the blog's inbox, and share them in the Discord server.

🔸️ We would have channels to work together to compile the lists.

🔸️ We would decide together on a banner image and any other text needed.

🔸️ I would format the post and publish to the blog, crediting you in the body of the post.

🔸️ I imagine we'd work on five or so requests at a time, dependent on numbers. 😊

What pairings do you need help with?

All of them! I am looking for support with all pairings and tropes - I believe that rec blogs are stronger when run by a team, as they have more eyes and are less likely to forget or miss something. 😊

Due to gaps in my knowledge, the areas I need most support on are:

🫂 Maxiel and Lestappen fics

🫂 Sebastian, Daniel, Valtteri, Mick, and Lewis centric fics

🫂 Rookies fics (Oscar, Logan, Nyck)

🫂 Gen fics

But as I said - whatever your favourite pairing, you are welcome here and your knowledge will be much appreciated 🤍

Important Points

‼️ I ask for permission from EVERY author that I want to feature on a fic rec list. By joining the blog team, you would agree to do the same. If we are not given permission to list the fic, or if the author does not respond within one week of our request, the fic does not get included on the list (or any future list). You will be given a template to make these requests, to make this easier. 🥰

‼️ When compiling the lists, I include my favourite quote from the fic and a couple of sentences about why I enjoyed it. Please consider if this is something you'd be willing to do.

‼️ I have all kinds of pairings and character requests come through to the inbox. f1crecs is a neutral space, with no driver, ship, or trope hate allowed.

‼️ This blog is f1 only. At least one person in the pairing must be, or have been, in f1 - or, if gen, the central character must be or have been in f1.

How do I express interest/ask questions?

Message the blog (@f1crecs) or send me a quick inbox by 3rd November. Thank you!

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puzzlebean · 5 months

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Hi my name is Puzzle or Bean and I'm a 26 year old from the Netherlands and I use they/she pronouns. I like a large number of fandoms and you'll see a bunch of them on this blog though currently Formula 1 has completely taken over my life. My favorite drivers are Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lance Stroll and Charles Leclerc but I like many of the drivers and will post about them too.

I try to tag everything but I might forget sometimes!

I write and I sometimes do art when I have the time. You'll probably see me rambling about this! My fic requests are open and so are my DMs/Ask Box. I love chatting about the things I love so feel free to message me 💗

Fandoms:

Formula 1 • Warrior Nun • Marvel • Wednesday • DC • Winx Club • Taylor Swift • Arctic Monkeys/The Last Shadow Puppets • Stranger Things • Nancy Drew • Star Trek • Star Wars • Lightyear • Shadowhunters

Ships:

4433 • Lestappen • Versainz • Maxiel • Chestappen • Strollonso • Bishlova • Wenclair • Spirk • Avatrice • Milex • WinterIron • Stony • CarolMaria • Stucky • WandaNat • JaySteph • BuckyNat • Superbat • FinnPoeRey • Hellcheer & more (especially femslash!)

Links:

AO3: hulkling616 (puzzlebean)

Rec blog: @puzzlebeanficrecs

Art blog: @puzzlebeanart

Daniel Ricciardo Discord server:

Last updated: 12th of April 2024

#pinned post tag #puzzle's thoughts

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lil-shiro · 4 months

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3, 15 and 19 :3 💚

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I'm cheating and saying top 3: Everything is Grey (because I'm a twisted person), Until Death (I love crime and married strollonso), and I'll Give you Forever (the besties are my everything)!

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

Titles for me are the hardest part of publishing a fic 😭 and it's usually the LAST thing I come up with. For a few fics I have graciously asked @no00000000 to title for me.

Sometimes I get inspiration from songs or quotes I see on Tumblr. Sometimes I just make something up. For my first few fics I used math and science references lol.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Oooo okay here's a short teaser from my Pierrestaban (yes u read that right) wip 🤭🤭🤭

He doesn't mind Lance, even after the contact which knocked them both out of the points. Said Canadian is currently slumped against Pierre in their tiny red leather booth, drinking Molson with a dopey grin." Are we actually fighting?" Is what Pierre blurted out after Lance texts him a time and an address. Lance had rolled his eyes, "Very funny Gasly. C'mon I'll buy you a drink".

Ask me questions

#ellearts #ask game #writing #thank you!

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nico-di-genova · 1 month

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