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formosusiniquis · 5 months ago

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my @steddiesummerexchange gift fic for @oh-stars! I was so excited to work on this prompt: penpals through childhood until they both graduate -- road trip to meet one another in person. Epistolary fics are always a favorite of mine. oh-stars is such a brilliant writer and bright spot in the fandom, I was excited to be able to write a little something for her, I hope you like it!

October 13, 1976 Dear Eddie,

Mrs. Simpson says I’m supposed to thank you for volunteering to be my partner even though you’re a fifth grader. I don’t know why I should though since now I actually have to do this stupid pen pal project. I know she only paired me with an older kid cause she thinks I’m dumb. But thanks for the extra work I guess.

She said she wasn’t gonna read these before she sent them off, just that she was gonna make sure they were a page front and back like they were supposed to be. But I don’t really believe her. So I guess I should actually write this right.

Hi Eddie. My name is Steve Harrington. I’m 10 years old because I got put in Kindergarten late cause my parents were too busy in wherever my dad does his business stuff and my au pair -- that’s fancy for babysitter who lives in your house -- couldn’t do it. My birthday is in September, almost at the end (the 27th), so I guess that’s why it was okay. When’s your birthday (Mrs. Simpson says a friendly letter is supposed to ask questions.)

My favorite things are yellow and sports. I’m the best at red rover and kickball, Tommy says it's cause I’m the oldest and biggest in our class but he’s a sore loser and couldn’t even break through the girl side of the red rover line. Do you play games? Mrs. Simpson talks about your Hawkins like it’s on a different planet but you’re just in Kentucky. It’s right across the river. I’ve been there a couple times when Dad likes me and we’ll go watch Louisville play basketball. Basketball is my favorite sport but the only outside court is at the park and the big teenagers are always on it.

When you write back you can tell me what sports and games you like. Does your Dad ever bring you to Indiana to watch stuff? The Pacers only played okay last season and they lost to Kentucky in the playoffs. Is that who you root for?

Oh and I’m supposed to ask you about school since this is like homework. I kinda already did that at the beginning, remember. Do you like English or something? Is that why you asked for extra work? Or was your pen pal last year just a super dud?

That’s front and back now.

Sincerely (cause we aren’t friends), Steve Harrington

October 25, 1976 Dear Steve,

First of all I didn’t ask to have to write a letter to some fourth grader. I was told because I’m the only kid who didn’t do it last year that I had to be your partner. I do like English but extra work isn’t fun for anybody. I’ve never had a pen pal before so you’re the best and the worst one I’ve ever had. Are teachers allowed to call people dumb at your school? Mine just look at me like a really weird bug on the road or something.

Your teacher sounds like a real pain in the side, that’s what my Uncle Wayne would say. I think it’s cause he’s pretending he doesn’t know the word bitch. She talks about this Hawkins like it’s on another planet because it’s in the Appalachian Mountains and people think everyone here is stupid and marries their cousins.

Some of them are stupid but they would be like that anywhere it’s not because they live out here.

I’m actually from Lexington though so it isn’t even my Hawkins, but my Uncle Wayne lives here and he has to watch me for a little while.

You didn’t really ask me anything good about myself. I’m Eddie Munson, I’m going to be 11 when it’s my birthday this year (Halloween the coolest birthday cause everyone gives you candy). Red and black are my favorite colors. I don’t like any sports at all, they’re all stupid but everyone knows about basketball here, it's more important than church. Everywhere has games but when you get to fifth grade you learn which ones are for babies.

I like imagination games the best cause then I don’t have to worry about anyone else playing with me. There’s lots of woods here so I can go in them and hunt monsters or dragons or be an elf like in my favorite books.

Wayne’s looking over my shoulder and says I’m supposed to ask you a question. So what’s your favorite book? Do you like fantasy, that’s my favorite but the science fiction stuff with aliens is cool too.

I know you asked about my dad but since I live with Wayne I’m gonna use him instead. He hasn’t ever taken me to Indiana cause “his truck weren’t meant to leave these hills” whatever that means. He said he roots for The Colonels but he wishes your Pacers luck this season. What’s a Pacer anyway?

Do I have to ask you about school too? I don’t think this is homework for me more like extra credit. If you don’t like English what do you like? Don’t say recess or lunch those are cheating answers.

Not your friend either, Eddie Munson

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ladykailitha · 5 months ago

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Sweet Home Indiana Part 6

@anne-bennett-cosplayer I hope this is enough time to recover from that last line. It's technically been 3 business days.

That last line was mean, and I'm sorry. So for being so mean, here's Claudia Henderson with some very tough love for Eddie.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Eddie had done some serious groveling that night. He didn’t know how he could make up for all the hell he’d put Steve through. How does one even begin to make up for a decade worth of shitty behavior?

Especially since it was clear that the one thing that would make it all worth it was if Eddie came back to Steve and he couldn’t do that. Not to Chrissy. Not when she needed him the most.

He did the only thing he could think of and talk to the people who still cared about Steve. He started with Claudia Henderson. Even though she wasn’t Steve’s birth mother, she was more his mom then that shrew ever was.

She gathered him into a hug when he showed up on her doorstep.

“I was wondering when your shadow would darken my doorway,” Claudia said, as she lead the way to the kitchen.

Eddie winced at the harsh words even if they gently given. He looked around the small house, Dustin’s mark stamped on every corner even though he had moved out long ago. But more surprisingly was Steve’s touch had found its way into the decor. And not just his photos on the wall either.

It was in the Pacers blanket on the loveseat, the baseball bat by the front door, the bright yellow pillows on the sofa. Steve was loved here and god did that make Eddie’s heart ache.

He sat down at his usual spot at the counter and watched as she bustled around the kitchen getting him cookies and glass of milk.

“Why are you even here, Eddie?” she asked in that tough but loving way she always had. “You broke his heart and then threw it away.”

Eddie took bite of the cookie to give him time to formulate an answer. “Because I know I fucked up, okay? But the only way I can see to fix it is to come back to him and I can’t do that. I can’t tell you why, just know she’s in trouble and this is the only option we have.”

Claudia let out a long sigh and leaned on the counter. “You always did know the right things to say.”

“Not when it comes to him,” he scoffed, staring down at his milk like it would give him the answers. “I keep making it worse.”

She hummed her agreement. “That’s certainly true. But I think that was more about you trying to protect your heart from getting hurt, only you ended up hurting his instead.”

Eddie just dunked his cookie without comment, because he knew she was right. It was never about Steve. It was about all the people who hated him, who strung him along until they had their fun, about his mom dying and his dad leaving, about the band deciding they just didn’t want to do it anymore.

He loved being a tattoo artist, but that wasn’t the dream.

“What would you do or tell Dusty if it was him you’d come to see after a decade apart?” Claudia asked, looking up at him.

Eddie sat back in the stool and sighed. “How much I missed him and then I would try to spend as much time with him as possible.”

“There you have it,” she said. She straightened up and knocked on the counter twice. “The bakery is closed Fridays and the carnival is in town. Why don’t you take him and get to know who he is now, all right?”

He rubbed his face and sighed again. “Yeah, if he’ll even go with me. He probably already has a hot date lined up, though.”

Claudia shook her head. “At least not that he’s told me, anyway. In fact he was lamenting that he was thinking about not going because Robin had a date, but he didn’t and he didn’t want to third wheel it.”

That was so like Steve. Instead of finding someone to go with him, like a friend or something, he would just not go. Tell them to have fun without him.

“I guess the worse that could happen is have him curse me out and hang up,” Eddie said with wry smile. “And considering I’ve already had the pleasure once, a second time isn’t going to change much.”

She lifted her chin. “Well go on, then. If you think he’s going to cuss you out, call him. I want to see this.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out at her like a petulant child. But did as he was told.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve greeted, picking up the phone almost immediately.

His heart stuttered in his chest at the old nickname. “Hey, Stevie. I hear the carnival was in town this week and wanted to see if you want to go.”

“With you? Or with a group or whatever?” Steve asked, his voice pitching a little higher than normal.

“Just me,” Eddie confirmed. “When would be good for you?” He looked up at Claudia who had the smuggest grin on her face. He stuck his tongue out at her again.

“Oh, I–um...” he stammered. “Well, I was thinking of opening the shop on Friday even though I don’t usually because I was closed on Sunday.”

Eddie winced. He had a pretty good idea why Steve’s shop was closed on Sunday. Steve had called to bitch him out on Saturday evening when the special courier delivered the annulment papers. Something the law firm had paid for so they wouldn’t lose their best legal assistant.

“But sure, I could use a proper day off for a change,” Steve was saying when Eddie’s brain finally came back on. “How about two o’clock?”

“That’d be great,” he said a small, fond smile on his face. “I can’t wait. I haven’t been to a proper carnival in years.”

“Perks of living in a small town, I guess,” Steve replied.

Eddie started playing with his hair. “One of the few. Can’t say I’m a fan of the homophobia.”

Steve laughed, bright and sweet. “Yeah, okay. You got me there. Look I’ve got to go, Robin’s giving me the stink eye and I really should get back to work.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “I talk to you later.” He hung up and refused to look Claudia in the eye. He knew what he was going to see anyway. Her arms crossed over her chest and a triumphant smile on her face.

“I don’t believe I heard any cursing on that call,” she said dryly. He looked up at her and he as right about everything about how she was looking at him, only with the addition of a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah well,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. “He always was a stubborn bastard and having to prove me wrong.”

Claudia’s face crumpled a bit. Because yes, Eddie had done a lot of harm to their relationship, Steve wasn’t exactly blameless in the whole ordeal. Because Max’s situation aside, Eddie was right that ‘the kids’ had families and parents of their own. That they had people who would look out for them. And if Steve hadn’t stepped up in Max’s case, she sure as hell would have. The awkwardness between Max and Dustin be damned.

If Steve had loved Eddie as much as he claimed, he wouldn’t have tried to force the metalhead to chose between his friends and his husband.

“He is that,” she admitted gently. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out between you two. You were always a better person when you were together, than when you were apart. And yes, he’s struggled a lot since you left, but looking at you now, I can see that the years haven’t been kind to you either.”

Eddie huffed. “That’s what Uncle Wayne said. That I lost my sparkle or whatever.”

Claudia came around the corner and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back tight.

“Your uncle is right, sweetie,” she murmured into his hair. “We only want you to be happy and it doesn’t feel like you are. You say you’re getting married, but where’s the bounce in your step and the smile that won’t stop? Like when you and Steve had come back from a week vacation married if only in the state of Massachusetts.”

He let out a shuddering breath and then another. Soon he was just sobbing. Crying like he couldn’t stop.

Eddie had never wanted to hurt Steve and he was sure Steve felt the same about him.

She soothed him with whispered assurances and stroking his hair. Soon enough he had slowed to a hiccuping sniffle and Claudia stepped back so she could look him in the eyes.

“I have a pretty good idea what’s really going on,” she said firmly. “And you’re being really sweet, but before you do something you regret, spend time in town. Take a look at the things that have changed and all the ones that haven’t. Then decide if it’s still the right thing to do.”

He gulped. He had no doubt that she had figured it out. She was Claudia Fucking Henderson, of course she did.

“You won’t tell anyone,” Eddie asked, tears threatening to spill again, “will you?”

She shook her head. “No, your secret is safe with me. I won’t make things harder on you then they need to be.”

She hugged him again and Eddie felt like he was home for the first time in over five years.

****

“Just where are you taking me, old man?” Eddie teased. He had met his uncle for lunch after being emotionally rung out at the Henderson place.

“You need a pick me up,” Wayne said, “and I need my afternoon brownie. Come along.”

Eddie came to an abrupt stop. “Um...I’ll wait out here, then.”

Wayne looked up at the shop’s sign and then back at him. “Look, son, you’re going to have to face him eventually. Especially with you going to carnival together and all.”

Eddie dug his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and followed Wayne dutifully into the bakery.

“Hey Mr. Munson!” Steve greeted cheerfully. “You here for your usual?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me ‘Wayne’?” he asked with a chuckle, walking up the to counter.

Steve blushed and hung his head. “I guess I’m just old fashioned.” He cleared his throat and straightened up. “So what can I get you and your shadow today?”

Wayne reared his head back and then looked over his shoulder to see Eddie hanging back, but sticking as close to him as possible.

“That’ll be two monsters, one of your apple fritters, and a half dozen of your snickerdoodles,” he said shaking his head. Then he turned to Eddie. “And what do you want?”

Eddie’s eyes nearly burst out of his head. Steve and Wayne laughed.

“I suppose I should have said ‘what else do you want?’” Wayne clarified.

Eddie blushed and peered around Wayne’s shoulder to look into the case. “A peanut butter madness, please.”

Steve’s face lit up with delight. “These are the ones Jeff’s mom was slandering with having them stale. They are so much better warm out of the oven. In fact, here!” He grabbed it out of the case and wandered to the back.

He came out a few moments later. Eddie nearly melted from the tantalizing scent of warm brownie filled the air.

“What did you do?” Eddie cried as he reached out with grabby hands.

Steve handed it to him. “Careful, it’s hot. I microwaved it for thirty seconds. Should be perfect now.”

Eddie cautious bite and moaned as soon as the peanut butter hit his mouth. He savored every bit of that first bite. “Fuck, Stevie. These should be a sin.”

Steve smiled and then got to work on the rest of Wayne’s order as Eddie devoured every inch of that brownie.

“How long are you in town for, Eds?” he asked as he handed over the boxes to Wayne.

Eddie grabbed a paper napkin from the dispenser by the register and wiped off his hands and mouth of the gooey remains.

“I’ve got to back by Monday,” he said, a tad mournfully. He never thought he’d miss this place after spending so long running from it. The town. Not the bakery. Though he had spent a lot of his time running from its owner, too.

Steve’s own smile faltered a bit too. “Not even a whole week, huh? I guess there really is no rest for the wicked.”

They chatted for a bit before more customers came in and Steve had to get back to work. Eddie and Wayne walked out of the shop laden with goodies. Steve had divided them up for Eddie and Wayne separately. Wayne handed Eddie his box.

“Now was that so terrible?” he asked with big grin.

“No.”

Because it really wasn’t. In fact it was kinda nice just chatting with Steve.

Leaving was looking more and more bleak with each passing moment.

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Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

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morganbritton132 · 2 years ago

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would steve ever insist that eddie comes to basketball games with him just so they have an excuse to get those good seats right at the court that famous people and celebrities usually get?

Eddie is not Steve’s go-to person if he wants basketball tickets.

He goes to Lucas because every doctor knows a doctor that knows someone with season tickets they never use. And also, Steve kinda wants to go to the game with someone who, you know, will actually enjoy being there.

Eddie’s undying hatred of all things sports is, well…undying.

But Steve’s been a Pacers’ fan since the first time his dad shoved a basketball in his hands and taught him how to shoot. He has watched them lose in the playoffs every year that they make it to it, but he’s convinced. 2014 was going to be different.

He just can’t get tickets. He spent all day trying to buy them online and failed, and all the resale tickets are for seats that suck or way over his paygrade. Him and Eddie pay for their own hobbies out of their separate bank accounts, and Steve can’t afford the absolutely ridiculous price that’s being asked so…

“Please?” Steve asked, big puppy eyes and adorable little pout. He knew what he was doing and so did Eddie. “Pretty please? I never ask you for anything, Ed…Okay, fine, except for all the stuff I ask you for, but this is different. It’s a small price to pay to see my team win.”

“Your team that has literally never won in the history of all time?”

“How many championships does Leg-less the loser elf have?” Steve asked.

“…It’s Legolas,” Eddie said. “And he was a part of the fellowship that kinda saved the world.”

“So was I,” Steve pointed out. “And I deserve this.”

Steve didn’t ask for courtside seats. He didn’t ask to be sat among the rich and famous. Hell, he didn’t even ask Eddie to go with him. He just wanted to see if Eddie had a connection that could get him a ticket for a seat that wasn’t in the nosebleeds.

Steve doesn’t really believe that the tickets Eddie showed him are real until they are sitting in their seats – their seats that are courtside and five feet away from Paul George warming up. Steve is so excited to be there that he pretty much misses Eddie shaking someone’s hand right in front of him until he’s nudged in the shoulder, “Babe, you know, Sandy, right?”

“Yeah, totally,” Steve says absently, sparing a glance in the direction Eddie was gesturing before looking back out at the court. It takes him a second for his brain to register who he was just looking at and then, “Holy shit, you’re Sandra Bullock.”

She is just as beautiful and as nice as Steve has always thought she was, and she’s amused by him which makes Steve blush. She holds out her hand to him, “And you are…”

“I’m…” Steve trails off, only picking back up his train of thought when Eddie laughs loudly beside him. “Steve. I’m Steve. Uh, Harrington. Eddie’s – I’m – we’re together, by law.”

“We’re married,” Eddie grinned, throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder, and wiggling his wedding ring at her. “Still working on how to tell people, obviously.”

She congratulates them and talks to them a bit about the game (bring Steve out of his starstruck stupor), and even buys them champagne as a late little wedding gift. It’s a blast.

Eddie spends half the game flinching every time the ball bounces a little too close or a player nearly ends up in their lap, but Steve is loving all of it. The other half of the time, Eddie is having Steve explain what’s going on and who the players are, or he’s talking to the guy next to him.

It’s some square jawed model type that Steve doesn’t recognize and also, doesn’t like. He’s a little too friendly with his husband, especially when he curled a piece of Eddie’s hair around his finger. When the two of them end up on the kiss cam together, Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to register it before Steve pulls him nearly out of the camera frame and kisses him.

Later, fans will make jokes about the pictures of that night because it’s very clear that Steve and Eddie switched seats.

#channeling this pictures of Ethan Hawke and his son switching seats so he can talk to Rihanna #btw I don’t know anything about basketball. all if this was googled #Steve’s like: remember when I got brain damage saving the world? buy me tickets for it #And Eddie every time a player nearly collides with the first row: How is this legal or safe?#eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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pastryland · 1 year ago

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f1 completed fic recommendations

F1 fics are the main reason I got into this fandom and I figured I should share some (or so so many) fics that I like. While I do primarily follow Lando/Oscar and Charles/Carlos, I do read fics from other ships especially if they're from an author I like or the concept is interesting.

I have way too many fics (100+ though not all are completed) bookmarked so I'll just share my absolute favorites on this post and link posts of individual ships on their own posts. Also, I will continually keep updating this post and the other ones as fics complete and I read more.

If any of the authors of the fics mentioned here or are tagged and don't want their fics to be here, please let me know and I'll remove it!

❤️ = favorite

⭐️ = I love fics by this author in general

❌ = triggering themes

🔥 = explicit

Absolute Favorite Fics:

the trials of 2022 - 33k - Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr - ❤️ ⭐️ 🔥

A partial summary of the 2022 season, as told by Charles or Carlos, following each race.

This would be my all-time favorite F1 fic if I had to choose, only rivaled by its currently unfinished sequel and the second fic here. Charles's and Carlos's relationship in this fic is so organic and realistic and the chemistry is incredibly tangible. The angst, tension, the emotion in this fic is delectable, beautiful writing by @/f1-stuff. Even if you aren't into this ship, I implore you to try this fic out.

the end of the strain - 19k - Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg, Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel - ❤️

They didn't end up together in the end, which he had already prepared for in his heart. Lewis, in seven parts.

For the first time ever reading any fic of any fandom, I had to lie on the floor for a couple minutes to process the emotional damage this fic gave me. The characterizations of all the people are on point and the relationships are heartbreaking and devastating in all the right ways. If you want to cry or lie on the floor and contemplate love like I did, this is the fic for you.

Negative Splits - 10k - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri - ❤️ ⭐️

So officially, Oscar Piastri, pretty good steepler and pretty bad pacer, was now a professional runner. They wanted him to steeple, mostly, though he’d be doing cross country in the fall, and Lando had pinky promised him, mid-distance guy to mid-distance guy, that if he wanted to get into the 3k flat indoor then he would get him in. Oscar didn’t really want to ask how he planned on doing that. Felt safer not to ask.

@/ocontraire is the queen of Sports AU's for the F1 boys (go check out her other fics too! They're also incredible). As an athlete myself, the mentalities of both Lando and Oscar are relatable to me, though I'm also fascinated by the differences in various sports. This fic is certainly on the more lighthearted side (emotionally at least) and I thoroughly enjoy Lando and Oscar's friendship/relationship and its development.

induction, consolidation, maintenance - 6k - Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc - ❤️ ❌

In which Charles is sick, Pierre is desperate, and he wishes he didn't have to do what he's doing to pay for Charles to have a chance.

Piarles is certainly not a ship that I read often, but this fic caught my eye and I'm certainly glad that I read it. Pierre's and Charles's relationship is quite cute, though I mainly love Pierre's desperation to save Charles no matter what. He is willing to do anything, the world could burn for all he cares, to make sure Charles is healthy again and it got me heavily in the feels.

glitch - 26k - Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc - ❤️ ⭐️

Max hums. “Well, at least that means I won’t bump into Charles Leclerc again.” “Bummer, really,” Daniel says, moving back to his own seat and drinking the little bit of coffee that was still in the cup. “Could’ve been the start of a great love story.” Lando snorts. “Kids, it all started when I told your father, who had won two World Driver Championships at that point, that he sucked at driving.” Max sticks his middle finger up at them, and pulls his noise canceling headphones back over his ears. Only two hours left to go, he thinks, wistfully, and goes back to work.

I mainly read @/nyoomfruits's fics because of Landoscar, though this Lestappen fic took me completely by surprise. I adore the romcom vibes of this whole fic and Daniel and Lando are so hilarious and chaotic. Max's personality fits so well in this fic as an unbothered IT guy, but completely loses his composure when he meets Charles, his favorite F1 driver.

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docholligay · 2 months ago

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Bozeman Half Marathon 2024

The race starts at 8. The shuttle drops us off at 6:55.

There was a little bit of fucking around too close to start time, so we ended up in the back of the pack. As I break over the start line, it’s immediately clear to me that I am behind people who are shooting for a 2:30 or more time, which is so beautiful and hope they had the best time but all of my encouragements to newer or slower runners immediately die away in a wave of “get the fuck out of my way.” I have never bobbed and weaved as I did here, and I get afraid that I’ll lose my pacer, because I am trying so hard to just get get out of the fracas.

Mile 3. I call out, “What are we sitting at?” “9:05” comes the answer. I’ve been fucking around too much, and make a breakaway in between two runners in front of me. I’ve got to hit harder than this.

My pacer grabs his stomach and steps off to the side.

You’re a beautiful person, but this ain’t ‘nam, and I’m leaving your ass. I will buy you a drink later, salutations and good luck.

I actually start running faster at this point--i hadn’t realized how much I was holding back because I sensed he was struggling and I didn’t want to leave him in the dust. I need something to pace me. My stryd isn’t connecting, i don’t even have a timer watch, and I didn’t set my music to time me like I usually do, until the tornado siren. There are two girls in matching outfits, including pink banana shorts. They’re the ones. They look fast.

If it were not for them, I don’t know that I would have been able to get it back, because they got me into a rhythm of running about a 8:30 mile for two miles, which gave me a huge cushion. Mile 4 and 5 were entirely on their pink-festooned backs. They stopped for water mid Mile 6, and i kept going.

Mile 7: What the fuck have I done wrong in my life, and why is it being visited upon me, the sweetest and most innocent of human beings, right now? There is a long, slow, plodding hill.

There is a moment, in every race I have ever run, called, “What the fuck is my problem?” It is very important to get over the ‘What the fuck is my problem?” hump, because it is my own personal Jesus being tempted by Satan in the desert, with the idea of walking and giving up. Why would I, a sane woman with a loving family, think about running 13 miles and change full send? Did I think that would be fun? What about my life up to that point made me think it would be fun?

We have to attack this little demon inside us. We can always doubt the wisdom of our decisions later, but for now, the only way out is through, and my only reward for slowing down is that I have to be on the course longer.

I round the corner, no longer on the hill, and then from behind me, the sound of a truck, and a voice I ahven’t heard in a while:

“C’mon Doc, let’s fuckin go! It ain’t that far!” I look to my left, and it’s my buddy Jake! I haven’t seen him in a couple years, and he must have figured out it was me by sheer chance of “I bet that little red headed dyke in the unicorn shorts is Doc. She loves to run” and he is correct! He bangs twice on the side of his BLM truck, laughs, revs his engine at me, and drives on down the course.

This carries me for a solid two miles. If your family has been in Montana for as long as both of ours have, it’s hard to hide from each other. Do i want to come across as a little bitch to Jake? Do i want to tell him it was just too fucking hard? Fuck no.

The Tracer voice inside me, “What’s the worst that could ‘appen? Push it!” “We die?” “Not a problem we’d ave to deal with!”

I push. I go. I fly through the cross country kids handing out water. I’m trying to pace myself beside runners just a little ahead of me, runners that look fast and also infuriatingly casual in their matching banana shorts and pink tank tops. They hold me on for the next few miles, but as they start into their negative splits (Unfortunately, they not only look fast, they are fast) they begin to leave me behind.

I have heard the half marathon called “10 decent miles and then the worst 5k of your life” and for me, at the very least, that seems to hold true. I am getting exhausted by the time I hit mile ten, and my form is falling apart. I like like one of those inflatable noodle men, running down the street, limbs flopping. My body is swinging wildly, which is costing me energy, but I can’t stop myself. I’m getting tired mentally and physically.

In the middle of mile 11, I hit a pothole. I’m not watching what I’m doing, my foot goes directly onto the lip of the pothole and I go careening forward. I know it’s a cliche to say things happen in slow motion, but I swear it must have taken me ten seconds to fall. I had time to think about how I absolutely did not want to hurt my knee, so I, with a reasonable amount of stupidity, put my arm out straight, which keen-eyed viwers will note is a great way to break your wrist. I didn’t, so, unearned victory for me, but I slammed down hard into the asphalt, and threw myself onto my hip.

A struggled for a minute, and then, as I held up my hand to stand, someone grabs it, without breaking his stride at all, and yanks me to my feet.

“We’re fucking doing this!” he yells to me.

And then he continues on. I could have given up, and my pride and my time are badly hurt, but having that moment gives it all back to me. I might not be able to run this in time, but I can run it to the end, and not give up. Giving up isn’t what I do.

Unfortunately, to be the people we tell ourselves we are, we have to make the choices that make us those people. If I am a runner, who doesn’t give up. I need to both run, and not give up. Annoying.

So I keep on. By the time we reach the city proper, I am in mile 12 of 13, and I am well and truly suffering. It hurts so bad, and I want to stop, but I can’t stop, because I am so close, and how much would I hate myself to run all this way and give up now? I can’t walk. I have to keep going.

The tornado siren goes off in my ear. I have ten minutes to cross the finish line before losing my goal. I haven’t hit the final mile yet. This is bad. But the only way to get there faster, is to run faster. I have no idea what I drew on in that moment. But I find something deep inside me, and I yank it out and throw it on the road.

I go down the final pull, praying, waiting for the final turn, where I can see the finish line. That always gives me something more, sets off a firework inside me.

There’s a gal with a sign by the side of the road that says, “ ***ing finish so we can drink!” and, again, it is only through the encouragement of strangers that I have made it through this race at all. I point at her sign and smile, and she yells to me, “You know what I’m talking about! Fuck yeah! Go! Go!”

This last mile is one of the hardest of my life. I just keep having to chant, ‘Right, left, repeat. Right, left, repeat.”

The final turn! I can see the finish line, I only have to run three more stoplights before I make it. I can do it. I kick on the afterburner. I am so close. I’m almost there.

My heart falls when I see the timer. 1:57:40. I’ve already failed. There’s no way I can cross the finish line in 15 seconds. Or can’t I? Fuck it, whatever, I will maybe not make it, but I will run as hard as I can. My hip is screaming, my form is the worst it has ever been, and I don’t care about absolutely fucking any of that, because if I cross even one second under, I will have made PR.

I go.

I cross the finish line, wobbling, half limping, about to throw up. I’ve made my time goal by about 3 seconds. Great. That’s enough. The guy giving out the medals is nice enough to come over and put it on my neck, because I look like I’m suffering as much as I am. The text comes through.

I COMPLETELY FORGOT IT TOOK ME NEARLY A MINUTE TO CROSS THE START LINE. I have made my time by a full goddamn MINUTE. My joy is total. I would jump up and down screaming but I do not have even the slightest amount of energy for any of that. I have a can of champagne in my drop bag, and I am going to go get that, and crush it.

Someday, I’ll stop setting PR, but today is not that day.

Video evidence of my extremely bad finish: You can tell how much I'm favoring my hip, which is making me swing my body WILDLY.

#doc runs

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riality-check · 2 years ago

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platonic hellcheer coparenting part 6! part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Chrissy flattens out her skirt and tries to breathe. She shouldn’t be so nervous, standing on the front steps of a home she’s never been to. She can’t even blame her shaking on the cold; it may be the time in March when it’s still blustery and threatening snow, but her thermal tights and sweater do their job well.

(Soon, neither of those will fit. Chrissy tries not to think about that. She knows what happens once she starts down that road, and it’s never good.)

No, her shaking is exclusively due to nerves, and she’s perfectly justified in feeling this way.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Eddie says, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“That’s crap, and you know it.”

“No, I know that there’s nothing to be nervous about. So long as you still want to do this.”

He fishes his keys out of his pocket. How he manages to find anything on that cluttered mess of keychains and cards and multiple lanyards, for some reason, Chrissy will never know, but it’s another quirk that makes Eddie, Eddie.

It hasn’t been very long at all, but she’s finding, so far, that she really likes him. Not that she’s ever pictured it before it happened, but she can’t imagine being in this situation with anyone else at her side.

He doesn’t put his keys in the door. He just looks at her, eyes a little wide.

“You do still want to do this, right?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she says.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t-”

“Eddie,” she says. “Just because I don’t want to tell my parents-”

Just because I haven’t talked to them in years, she doesn’t say.

“-doesn’t mean we can’t tell your uncle.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Eddie,” she says again. “You’re allowed to want things out of this, too. Okay?”

He smiles. It’s different from the broad, mocking grins she remembers him having in high school. It’s small and almost secret, like he didn’t even realize it made its way onto his face.

She wishes, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, that she could love him like that. It sure would make life a lot easier.

But, Chrissy supposes, I don’t think easy is in the cards.

“Okay,” Eddie says, and he turns the key into the lock. The door creaks open, swinging inside and Chrissy can feel the heat of the house bleed out, just a little bit.

“Wayne!” he calls. “I’m home!”

He takes a step in, motioning for Chrissy to follow.

She does because what else is she supposed to do?

“Living room,” Mr. Munson calls back.

Eddie takes her inside to a cozy home. Straight ahead is a small kitchen with a little table and two chairs. To her left, a coat rack and a hallway. To her right, the living room.

Mr. Munson sits on a recliner. There’s a still-smoking cigarette in the ashtray to his right, and there’s a basketball game on the TV. Chrissy notes idly that the Pacers are losing.

Minus the ashtray, and if the TV were in HD, it could be Chrissy’s living room. The one at her parents’ house. Almost. It’s a little smaller, and the hats on the walls - that’s a lot of hats - make it feel… different.

Better.

Chrissy has been in this house for thirty seconds and already likes it better than the one she grew up in.

She wonders what her mother would say about her being in the trailer park. She finds that she really couldn’t care less, and she’s ecstatic about that fact.

Eddie grabs her hand. Squeezes once. Leads her into the living room.

They sit side by side on the little loveseat parked against the wall. Chrissy almost knocks her knee into Eddie’s, just for a little reassurance, but keeps herself from doing that.

She’s not really sure why.

She gets a good look at Eddie’s uncle this way, though. He’s an average-sized guy, bald, probably in his fifties. He has hard features and keys dangling from his hand and, most startlingly, really blue eyes.

Like, really blue.

She expected them to be more like Eddie’s. It shouldn’t be so much of a surprise - Eddie hasn’t told her too much about his uncle, nothing beyond the fact that he raised him and that he’s living with him again since he came back to Hawkins - but it is.

“How was your day?” Eddie asks.

Mr. Munson turns to the two of them. If he’s surprised to see Chrissy, he doesn’t show it. His face stays perfectly neutral, and his eyes give away nothing.

“Slow,” he says after a minute. “Got some good sleep. Little pissed that my team’s losing. About to head in to work in about an hour. Who’s she?”

He asks the question with the same inflection that he uses to report on his day, so it takes Chrissy a moment to realize that he asked a question.

“Chrissy Cunningham, sir,” she says. She stands up and holds out her hand to shake.

Mr. Munson stares up at her, and his eyes widen just a little bit. Chrissy thinks, though she doesn’t know what it could possibly be, that she’s done something wrong.

But then the corner of his mouth turns up, just a bit, and he stands slowly, taking her hand and giving it a good, firm shake.

“You don’t need to call me sir,” he says, and yeah, there’s definitely an accent of some kind. Southern, but not quite. Chrissy wonders why Eddie doesn’t have it.

“Sorry, Mr. Munson,” she says.

He wrinkles his nose and huffs out a little laugh. “Wayne is just fine. Mr. Munson makes me feel old.”

“You are old,” Eddie says from the couch.

“And you’re a brat,” Mr. Mun - no, Wayne - says, finally letting go of Chrissy’s hand. He says it lightly, like it doesn’t mean anything.

In what used to be Chrissy’s house, that would have meant a lot.

But Eddie laughs, and Wayne smiles, and Chrissy thinks, again, that this house is very different from the one she grew up in.

She sits back down next to Eddie. He knocks his knee into hers, and she knocks it back.

Wayne looks at them, amused. “You his girlfriend, Chrissy?”

“No,” the two of them say in perfect synchronization.

“You sure?” Wayne asks, eyebrows raised, clearly not believing them at all.

“I’m gay, Wayne,” Eddie says. Which. While that’s true, that’s definitely a route to take this conversation.

If Chrissy said that… well. She doesn’t know how that would have gone, specifically. Definitely not well. Maybe to church. Definitely to a therapist, but only one that would have agreed with her mother.

“Okay,” Wayne says with a shrug.

Eddie doesn’t even sigh with relief or do anything of the sort. Chrissy is getting more confused by the second.

“Did you know that?” Wayne asks Chrissy, and it takes her a moment to realize that he’s cracking a joke.

She takes a breath, then says, “Yeah, and I’m a lesbian.”

It feels good to say it out loud. Maybe even better saying it the second time.

Eddie knocks his knee into hers again. She knocks his back.

Wayne snorts. “Okay. Got all of Hawkins’s gay population in this trailer, with us three queers.”

That definitely explains his reactions, then.

Eddie chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“I got a feelin’ that’s not what you wanted to tell me, though,” Wayne says.

Chrissy does the slightly cowardly thing and turns to Eddie, who looks like he’s thinking really hard.

Whatever he comes up with has to be better than what she has, which is nothing.

“Wayne, remember how you’ve always wanted grandkids?” Eddie says.

Chrissy stands corrected.

“Somethin’ tells me that’s a lot less likely now,” Wayne says.

“Yeah, well. Less likely doesn’t mean it’s not happening.”

Chrissy wants to sink into the couch and never be seen again.

“What?” Wayne asks.

“Surprise,” Eddie says weakly. “One grandkid, due in November.”

Wayne turns to Chrissy. “Is he bullshitting me?”

“No, sir,” she says.

“You can drop the sir,” Wayne corrects, almost like it’s habit.

He turns back to both of them. “Do I want to know how-”

“No,” they say in unison.

Wayne nods like he was expecting that.

“You better get used to being called Grampa, because it’ll happen before you know it,” Eddie says.

Wayne smiles, for real this time. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Like you don’t already know,” Eddie says, but he gets up and hugs Wayne bone-crushingly tight. Wayne hugs back just as tight.

Chrissy stays on the couch, watching. The ache she thought she’d feel isn’t that bad. It’s bearable. It’s there, a low thrum deep in her chest, but it doesn’t hurt all that much.

“Chrissy, get over here,” Wayne says.

“What?” she says.

“Get over here,” he says. “You’re family.”

“But we’re not-”

“You’re family,” Wayne says seriously.

“Chrissy, get in before he comes over there,” Eddie warns, but that’s lighthearted, too.

Chrissy stands up and lets herself be hugged by the two of them. She could get used to family being light.

And, she realizes, I’m gonna make sure mine will be light, too.

#ria writes #phc au #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #wayne munson #platonic hellcheer #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st #st ficlet

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steveharringtonat3am · 2 years ago

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Courtside

pairing: nba player!steve harrington x singer!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: oral (fem!recieving), penetrative sex

Excitement burns in your stomach as you put the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. You were going to be sitting courtside at the Lakers game, which meant you had to look good.

But you also wanted to look good for another reason.

Steve Harrington had just been traded from the Indiana Pacers to the Los Angeles Lakers. So even though it wasn’t your first time sitting courtside at an NBA game, you had never seen the famed rookie play live.

You had been watching him play since he got drafted by the Pacers in the first round. That had been years ago, and your crush had only grown. He was on this year's All-Star game roster, playing with the likes of Lebron James and Giannis Antetokounmpo. But you were on tour at the time, promoting your latest album, and hadn’t gone.

You scroll through Instagram on the drive to the stadium, liking posts and replying to DM’s. You smile to yourself when you see Steve Harrington’s latest post, in front of the Hollywood sign as he confirmed the trade. He didn’t post much, but when he did he always looked incredible. Squeezing your legs together to quell my desire for this man, you adjust your ridiculously low-cut top as the car parks by the side entrance. Luckily there are no paparazzi and you get in unbothered.

The players haven’t come out yet as you sit in your seat, crossing your legs and making sure to keep a neutral expression as you scroll on your phone. The last thing you wanted was for people to get pictures of you smiling at shirtless pictures of Steve Harrington.

When the Lakers start coming out, you keep a small smile on your face as you clap. But when they announce the number 30, you let yourself smile a little wider. As he runs out, we lock eyes for a brief second and you swear his smile grows.

As the players start to warm up, the commentators announce your presence. It was still a little surreal to see your face all over the jumbotron, but you smile and blow a kiss anyways. At one point, one of the Laker’s balls rolls by your feet and the next thing you know, Steve Harrington is standing in front of you.

He grins at you as he picks it up. His pretty brown eyes never leave yours as he slowly bends to pick the ball up with one very large hand.

“If I knew playing for the Lakers meant you would be sitting courtside, I would have asked for a trade a long time ago.” His voice has this flirty hint to it that makes your grin even wider.

“Well, I had to come to see what all the fuss was about. I hope you don’t disappoint.” You relax back into your seat as he chuckles.

“Trust me, I never disappoint.” He winks before jogging back to his side of the court.

Your heart is racing as you watch him go. If this was a cartoon, you would be fanning your face and hearts would replace my eyes.

Once the game starts, You see something in him switch. He starts doing moves you’ve hardly ever seen while watching basketball. At the end of the second quarter, he’s got 30 points, 5 rebounds, and 3 assists. He’s panting as he collapses into his chair for halftime.

As the opening notes of the first song start to play, you perk up from your Instagram scrolling. You knew those notes. You knew that opening. It was your song.

The sexiest song you had ever written.

It was a spur-of-moment thing, inspired by a fling you had with an actor that ended on relatively well terms. But before we called it off, we shot a rather risque music video to go along with the song. People went crazy when you released it. While you were proud of it, you did not need it playing while sitting across the room from Steve Harrington.

And of course he’s looking at you.

It’s like the whole room goes quiet, and all you can focus on is his piercing gaze. Sweat drips from his hair, chest hair matted down and peaking out from his jersey. He leans back in his seat, thighs looking absolutely delicious in his shorts. The sultry vocals have you thinking absolutely sinful thoughts, and it feels like you’re going to explode.

So you look away.

As the song continues, you can feel Steve's gaze intensifying. You glance back over at him and see that he's biting his lip, his eyes dark with desire. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the sight. You know that he's a professional athlete, and that he's used to being in the spotlight, but this feels different. This feels intimate, like you're sharing a secret moment together.

The song ends, and you try to focus on the game, but you can't help but steal glances at Steve. He catches your eye a few times, and each time, you feel a jolt of electricity. You can't believe that you're sitting here, watching Steve Harrington play basketball, and that he's looking at you like this.

The game continues, and Steve continues to play like a man possessed. You watch him move across the court with a grace and power that takes your breath away. You can see the sweat glistening on his skin, and it's all you can do to keep from reaching out and touching him.

As the game draws to a close, the Lakers are up by twenty points. Steve has been the star of the game, racking up an impressive 45 points, 8 rebounds, and 5 assists. You can't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for him. He's not just a pretty face, he's a talented athlete with a fierce competitive drive.

As the final buzzer sounds, the stadium erupts into cheers. You stand up and clap along with the crowd, your heart racing with excitement. You can't believe that you just witnessed such an incredible game, and that you got to share it with Steve Harrington.

As the players make their way off the court, Steve catches your eye and gives you a wink. You feel a rush of heat spread through your body, and you can't help but smile in response. This turned out even better then you could have possibly imagined.

It feels like it takes forever for you to get home but you finally curl up in bed, pyjamas and skincare on. When you check your phone, your heart nearly drops to your stomach to see a dm from Steve Harrington.

‘Hope I didn’t disappoint ;)’

He was flirting with you.

Now you just have to flirt back.

‘You definitely didn’t. Better win us a ring next :)’ You bite your nail as you stare at the screen, waiting for a text back. Luckily, it comes quickly.

‘That’ll be soon. But I’ve gotta take my lucky charm to dinner first.’

That makes you practically scream into your pillow. He wants to take you dinner! Like a date!

‘Sounds like a good plan. I’ll see you then Harrington’ You really wanna play it cool, and totally not like you’re obsessed with him.

‘I’ll meet you at The Palm, at 7? I’m free tomorrow night’ This feels so surreal you can barely breathe.

‘See you there, Harrington’

You finally turn off your phone, setting it on your nightstand with a huge grin. You were going on a date.

Your closet is huge. It has to be, considering you’re “not allowed” to wear the same thing twice. But in all of it’s entirety, you can’t find a single thing to wear.

“Should I go sexy? Or is that too much?” You press the phone to your shoulder, holding up two dresses to the mirror.

“I think sexy, but not too sexy. Like that red dress you bought a few weeks ago.” Your friend recommends. That makes you drop the two dresses you’re holding, hurrying over to where you last put that.

“Oh! This is perfect! Now…I’m gonna get ready okay? Bye!” You hang up quickly, so excited you can hardly think. You have to be there in two hours so you get some music on, and hop into the shower so you can be ready for anything.

You get your driver to take you to the restaurant, asking him to stay in the area just in case you needed him. You take a deep breath before stepping inside, politely smiling at the hostess who’s jaw nearly hits the floor when she sees you.

“Hi, I’m meeting a friend? The reservation should be under ‘Harrington’?” You overthink the word friend for a second, but it’s a relatively safe choice in case this gets out to the press.

“R-right of course. Mr. Harrington is waiting for you.” She smiles widely, a little too excited but sweet as she shows you to the table where Steve is waiting.

Of course he looks incredible.

He’s wearing a simple red dress shirt, tucked into some black dress pants and rolled up. A gold chain peaks out from where it’s unbuttoned. God this man is going to be the death of me.

“Hey! You look beautiful.” He stands to gently hug you, pulling out your chair for you to sit down.

“Thank you! You look very handsome.” He grins, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m glad you think so. Figured my jersey wasn’t appropriate for a place that serves steak tartare.” He jokes.

“Oh it totally would have been. Wouldn’t draw attention at all.” You wink and you share a laugh. The waiter comes over with the menus, and if he knows who we are, he doesn’t let it show.

“So what are you thinking of ordering?” You ask after we’ve looked through them for a minute.

“Well I’ve heard the lobster risotto is good! How about you?”

“I was actually thinking the same thing. You’ve got good taste Harrington.” You grin and he mirrors it.

“I definitely do.”

Dinner goes by quickly, so quickly you wish for time to slow down just a little bit. Soon enough you’re both finishing up dessert and the waiter is bringing the cheque.

Steve grabs it before you can, shooting you a grin.

“You bought a courtside ticket to watch me play. Let me pay for dinner?” He slips his card in, handing it to the waiter. Once he walks away, there’s a small pause. So you take your chance.

“You know, it’s still early. Would you like to come over? I could give you a tour?” You offer with a small smile, sipping your water to hide your nerves. Luckily, he lights up at the prospect.

“Of your famous mansion? Sounds perfect.” He winks, standing up and reaching a hand out for you.

“I would hardly call it famous.” Even though we both knew it kinda was. You had recently been featured in Architectural Digest and people pretty much went crazy over the pictures.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He leads you to his car, a bright red Porsche with the top down. It makes you laugh and he turns to you with a mock-offended look.

“What? It’s a beautiful car!” He opens the door for you, helping you inside.

“I know it’s just…very rookie of you.” He laughs, shaking his head.

“Can you blame me?” He smirks as you tell him the address.

The drive goes quick, and the conversation flows effortlessly. Steve was just so easy to talk to. As cocky and arrogant as he seemed on the basketball court, it was clearly just a personality for the cameras. That was common in LA, but it was rare to meet someone this genuine in a city full of people ready to stab you in the back for five minutes of fame.

“So this is the famous mansion!” You joke as he pulls into the driveway. It wasn’t a crazy size, but you definitely didn’t need a place this big all to yourself. Hopefully you could share it with someone one day.

And maybe that someone was standing right next to you.

“It’s even cooler in person.” He’s taking everything in as you two step inside.

“I’m glad you think so! Do you want anything to drink?” You lead him into the kitchen, pouring yourself some water.

“Just water is fine, thanks.” He takes the glass you offer, his large hands making the glass seem smaller than normal.

“So do you want that tour now?” You ask, placing your glass in the sink. He does the same, hip gently bumping yours.

“That sounds great.” He follows as you lead him to the other rooms, pointing out small details like the artwork and decor. Soon enough, you’re upstairs and the last room left is your bedroom. Luckily you had the sense to hide the chaos of your getting ready in the closet, which is closed. Your room is clean, and smells of the honeysuckle candle on your nightstand.

“This is where the magic happens!” You joke, stepping inside.

“Magic huh?” You turn to see him a lot closer then before, leaning down a bit.

“Mhm…” You feel myself getting lost in his eyes, leaning into him.

“Good to know.” And then his lips are against yours, hands gently gripping your hips. His hands gently slide up to your face, deepening the kiss even more. You start walking backwards towards your bed. He pulls away for a second to lock eyes with you.

“Do you want to? Cause we don’t have to. I really don’t mind.” He smiles softly and your heart soars.

“I want to. Really.” You step back to lay on the bed and he’s quick to climb on top of you, propping himself up on his forearms.

“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbles, kissing your jaw. You slide your hands into his hair, gripping it as he starts kissing lower and lower. He helps slip your dress off, revealing the matching set of red lingerie you had donned ‘just in case’ tonight.

“This is pretty.” He smirks and you can’t help but smile shyly.

“I picked it out for you.” He hums appreciatively, playing with the strap of the bra. Pressing kisses to your shoulder, he gently peels it off.

“Fuck.” He whispers when the material slips down your arms. You toss it to the side, watching his reaction with bated breath. But when his eyes lock with yours, there’s nothing but adoration in them.

“You’re incredible.” He smiles, continuing his path down your body. You can’t help but feel nervous. I mean, he was clearly experienced. What if he doesn’t think it’s good? What if he’s only using you for sex or publicity?

“Hey, are you okay?” You hadn’t even noticed him settle between your legs, but he sits up to look at you better.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just-just a little nervous I guess.” He smiles, understanding in his eyes, and reaches out to squeeze your hand.

“Don’t worry. I really like you. And I’ll like you the same if we have sex or if we don’t.” That actually calms you down, and you nod.

“Okay. I’m good now.” You confirm and he nods, starting to pull down your underwear. It makes you very aware of how wet you’ve gotten and you can tell from the grin on his face that Steve noticed too.

“Someone’s excited.” He teases.

“Can you blame me? I’ve got Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington in my bed.” You wink and he chuckles.

“And now you’re gonna know what it feels like to have him go down on you.” He smirks before bending down and licking a long stripe up your folds. The feeling makes you squirm with pleasure and you tangle your hands in his hair. He gently sucks on your clit and your whole body jerks.

Of course he knows where it is.

Steve gently slides a finger inside, pumping it slowly. You moan quietly and it seems to motivate him to get you louder. He starts going faster, circling your clit with his tongue.

“Oh! R-right there!” You grip his hair tighter and he groans into you. You can feel the knot in your stomach building, pulling him even closer by his soft brown locks.

“Go ahead sweetheart.” He mumbles, slipping another finger inside. That’s what sends you over, moaning louder as you cum hard.

“Steve!” You cry out as he works you through it. When you finally relax, he sits up with a grin.

“That was so hot.” He kisses you deeply and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls you impossibly close and you take your chance to flip him, straddling his waist. He breaks the kiss to smile up at you.

“What is this?” He smiles, hands resting on your hips. He looks so handsome laid out in your bed and it sends your heart through the roof.

“I wanna make you feel good now.” You start to unbutton his shirt and he sits up a bit to help you get it off.

“How about you ride me and we both feel good?” He offers as he undoes his belt. I realize with wide eyes that he’s very hard. And he looks very big.

“Y-yeah that sounds good.” You help him shimmy his pants down and your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock. It looks the perfect size, so thick and pretty.

“You okay?” He asks, but I can see a hint of a smirk on his face.

“Very okay.” You stroke his cock gently and it makes him suck a breath in. You sit up to position his cock at your entrance, slowly sinking down. You both moan loudly, your nails digging into his biceps.

“Being so good.” He sits up to kiss you, pulling you down to lay on his chest. He plants his feet and starts fucking into you. Pleasure immediately overtakes you and you have to break the kiss to moan loudly.

“D-don’t stop!” You whine as he keeps going. He softly kisses the shell of your ear, mumbling praises as he slows down just a bit. His cock feels so deep, hitting every spot inside you.

You can feel yourself getting close again but you try desperately to hold off, to make this last just a little bit longer. You don’t want tonight to end.

“S-shit babe I’m close. Where-?” He can barely get the question out through sounds of pleasure.

“Inside!” You gasp, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. He doesn’t press the subject, and the second you cum, it sends him over. Warmth spreads through your lower body, limbs feeling like jello.

You both just lay there for a second, panting loudly. Eventually, you slip off of his chest and he sits up.

“Bathroom?” He asks, having caught his breath quicker than you. You point to the door on the other side of the room and he climbs out of bed. As you calm down, you start to feel a little sad. He was probably going to leave now. He’d go and you’d be alone and he might never talk to you again. Maybe sleeping together on the first date wasn’t such a good idea.

Before you can get too into your head, he comes back with a towel. You can’t even ask what he’s doing before he’s gently swiping in between your legs.

“Sorry.” He mumbles shyly when your hips jerk. He drops the towel to the ground and hesitates for a second.

“Do you want me to go?” He asks and you frown.

“N-not really. Unless you want to?” He shakes his head, climbing into the bed.

“I don’t want to. I never want this night to end.” He lays back and turns to face you. He looks so pretty like this, and so carefree.

“Me neither. You know…I’m free tomorrow morning. And I make mean blueberry pancakes.” You grin and he chuckles, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.

“I’m holding you to that.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #stranger things #stranger things smut

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knock-o · 3 months ago

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STALKER! NOBU

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ko speaks ⭐️ : this was an idea floating in head i just had to share!! not so much stalker as it is batshit insane shinobu but yeah… WE ARE NOT ROMANTICIZING STALKERS!! you don’t find any of it attractive in the fic nor should u find this attractive irl…😕 thank u ms springs for the song inspo!! ( stranger danger - hemlocke springs )

warnings !! kinda dark, no smut but definitely more descriptive imagery of gore . not proofread and i am not the best pacer ever guys!!

mdni !! darker content under the cut

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it started off as genuine worry.

shinobu was a hashira and you weren’t, plain and simple.

it didn’t matter that you could slice the head off a demon or that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself.. she couldn’t trust it.

you were weaker than her sister and look what happened to her! god, she was so weak she knew she had to kill herself to take out one demon.

how could she possibly feel comfortable letting her weak and pathetic girlfriend walk around without her protection?

so she sends her crow to follow you out on missions, she gets information from everyone around you and not once does she think twice about it

she starts killing demons quickly and comes to help you wherever you are ( but you never told her where you were going , so how does she know ? )

shinobu urges you to come back to hers, so she can take care of you, so she can tend to you properly, be your dependable girlfriend that you love so very much.

it’s only when you’re in the process of being patched up that you ask her to let you handle things by yourself. so you can be stronger for her!!

her face tenses up but her smile is unwavering. she nods softly and leans down to kiss the back of your hand, promising she’ll leave you alone. but when you leave she’s going insane!! “ why would you even ask?? ” she thinks. is she not being helpful, are you really begging to die..?

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at first she does well with not pestering you.. but as she’s attempting to kill this poor demon in front of her, shinobu kocho’s thoughts are all about you. how her precious girl couldn’t possibly be easing her way through this without her..

shinobu’s grip on the handle grows impossibly strong, her anger boiling over onto her perfect face and for once the smile stops.

she thrusts the tip of her sword in the demon’s neck and rips it right out.. shinobu stabs the poor thing over and over, the gurgles of agony drowned out by the pounding in her ears.

all she can hear is how you are getting disfigured, screaming in pain, and her pleading to her dead sister.

all she can think of is how this never would’ve happened had she never left you alone.

she races back to the master’s house, begging him for your whereabouts.

you’re so far away from her .. why ?

you enjoy the night life of the busy town. what better way to reward your self with killing such a pest than getting a drink or two? you don’t worry yourself with where your partner could’ve gone, he’s most likely asleep. you’ll be back at the hotel soon and he’ll be okay by himself. you’re not concerned about your girlfriend either. such a strong woman is fine by herself.

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he’s being tortured.

shinobu’s blade on his neck, blood spilling from the cuts and deep lacerations from previous questions. “ how could you let her die? “ she interrogates.

he’s too scared to say that you aren’t dead again.

it doesn’t even matter because in seconds his throat is slit.

shinobu’s feeling in her fingers have gone numb from how long she’s clutched the sword in her hands.

the door to the room swings and you walk in drunk and loud.

she stares blankly at you.

you can only stare back.. immediately sobered at the sight.

tears well up in your eyes. shinobu wails about how she thought you were dead and hugs you so tightly that the air leaves your lungs.

she’s not concerned at all about the reaction you’re having.

“ did you do this..? ” you ask. you already know the answer.

“ he was a liar. “

“ why did you do it? ” you ask. another question you know the answer to.

“ i just wanted to keep you safe, my love. “

get a grip girl oh dear

TAGLIST : OPEN !!

#shinobu kocho x reader #my woman #well not really #she’s dead #f you douma #demon slayer x reader #shinobu x reader #ms kocho the woman that you are #ko fics⭐️

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roylustang · 6 months ago

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thinking back on this I have supremely evolved bc I was completely recovered from this after like 2-3 days. Like this week is a recovery/down week but I legitimately dont feel like I need it and it’s stressing me out a little bit bc time until the race is dwindling and I feel I have the capability to do much more volume than I’ve been doing

ran a marathon yesterday bc I ❤️ pain and suffering

#I was doing 2 build weeks and then down week bc I have to build a lot faster than I did for javelina #but I think I’m going back to building for 3 weeks bc I’m confident my body can handle it and it would benefit me more #I’m not supposed to do a back to back long run this weekend but I probably will #BC I HAVENT YET and I NEED IT #but at least I’m hitting the weekly mileages p good #I got like 53 last week I would like to hit 60 #maybe even 70+…….#I wanna do an overload block like when I paced Evan at Bigfoot #and also I’m pacing Evan again in 3 weeks bc I didn’t get to the other week #AND he can have pacers after mile like 38 so I can def run another 25+ miles #I’m just saying this month and June is about to be INSANE and I’m excited I just hope it’s Enough to finish the race in time #bitches prolly don’t think I’m worried about cutoff times but I AM #I need to practice CLIMBINGGGGGG #anyway #running

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warnersister · 2 years ago

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INSTAMAGINE DANIEL RICCIARDO WITH AN ELITE RUNNER Pt.3

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Daniel Ricciardo x Runner!Reader

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: MONACO BABY🔥🔥 what a way to finish with an angel waving the flag🏁👼❤️

📍: Monte-Carlo, Monaco

🏷️: redbullracing, F1, youruser

❤️: youruser, redbullracing, maxverstappen1 and 7,835,275 others

💬:

youruser: so proud of you❤️🥹

-> danielricciardo: youruser making it my life work to impress you darling❤️

youruser: an honour to see you win at my first Grand Prix❤️💯💯

-> danielricciardo: youruser if all I needed to do to win was bring you along I would’ve done it earlier

youruser: celebration time?🙊

-> danielricciardo: youruser read my mind😍😍

maxverstappen1: good job mate💯

redbullracing: DAN THE MAN🔥🔥🔥

F1NEWS

F1NEWS: CHARLES LECLERC WALKS AWAY FROM MONACO NIGHT CLUB WITH A BLACK EYE AFTER HE KISSED DANIEL RICCIARDO’S GIRLFRIEND YN LN read more

… After a disappointing DNF from Leclerc and an astonishing win from Ricciardo, the grid goes out for drinks but a drunken kiss from Leclerc leads to a Ricciardo retaliation.

📍: Monte-Carlo, Monaco

🏷️: danielricciardo, charles_leclerc, youruser, F1

❤️: F1wags, formulaone and 295,825 others

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: mine.❤️

📍: in her

🏷️: youruser

❤️: youruser, f1fans and 12,835,824 others

💬:

youruser: always

-> danielricciardo: youruser ❤️

f1fan: ‘WON’T APOLOGISE’ HAHA

landosbae: THE SECOND PHOTO…?????

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youruser

youruser: I’m terribly sorry I had to make it this obvious😘😉

📍: his bed

🏷️: danielricciardo

❤️: danielricciardo, redbullracing and 12,585,285 others

💬:

danielricciardo: I’m the artist in the first two xx

F1FANATIC: IS THAT A HANDPRINT

-> FormulaDan: F1FANATIC FUCK THE HANDPRINT LOOK AT ALL THE HICKEYS

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danielricciardo

danielricciardo: my champ❤️ 2:17:54

📍: miamiink

🏷️: youruser, caliinked

❤️: youruser, bostonmarathon, caliinked, redbullracing and 4,485,285 others

💬:

youruser: gonna pretend like I didn’t scream when I saw it

-> danielricciardo: youruser well we’ve got to be forever now I’m tatted🙄

caliinked: pleasure xx love an envy tat💋

-> danielricciardo: I’ll convince yn to pay you a visit eventually🤭

maxverstappen1: pls tell me you asked her first

-> danielricciardo: maxverstappen1 no😅😅

-> maxverstappen1: danielricciardo I can imagine her face ur a bastard

F1fan: wonder what provoked this tat🤭

F1world: she getting one too?👀

-> youruser: F1world ….😙

youruser

youruser: Carlsbad 5000, California ‘23🥇 14:27

+ pacing @/danielricciardo to the end❤️

📍: Carlsbad 5000, California

🏷️: carlsbad5000, danielricciardo

❤️: danielricciardo, carlsbad5000, emmajanelbates and 2,385,104 others

💬:

danielricciardo: how did I get roped into that🫨🫨

-> youruser: danielricciardo I’ll hold up my end of the bargain🤭😇

F1fans: youruser WHATS YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN?????

carlsbad5000: pleasure having you and Daniel!!

-> youruser: carlsbad5000 thanks for a great race!

maxverstappen1: what did you do to get him to run that????

-> youruser: maxverstappen1 text me

-> maxverstappen1: youruser ok

-> maxverstappen: youruser HOLY FUCK DAMN

landonorris: I need to start running

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: Carlsbad 5000 24:21 😮‍💨 gotta say I much prefer cheering her on. But thanks for the pacer honey❤️

📍: carlsbad 5000, California

🏷️: carlsbad5000, youruser

❤️: carlsbad5000, youruser, F1 and 3,386,019 others

💬:

youruser: thanks Danny❤️ proud of you

-> danielricciardo: youruser who’d have thought after a year of dating I still have to chase after you🙄

-> formulauno: danielricciardo the certified lover boy✔️

F1: leaving us Dan? 😢

-> danielricciardo: F1 never😘

F1wags: k he’s in love to run a 5k

-> ynrunnerln: F1wags this☝️

redbullracing: @/youruser ’s turn soon??🤭

-> youruser: redbullracing omw babe xx

youruser

youruser: “my end of the bargain” ‘property of Daniel Ricciardo if found please return safely’

📍: caliinked

🏷️: caliinked, danielricciardo

❤️: danielricciardo, caliinked, maxverstappen1 and 3,486,109 others

💬:

danielricciardo: proud to say I designed it in my handwriting😋😋

-> maxverstappen1: danielricciardo I told her not to do it

danielricciardo: gonna make you run in sports bras daily🤭🤭

-> youruser: danielricciardo it’s a good job it’s summer then🙄🙄

caliinked: love it😍😍

-> youruser: caliinked thanks for the ink Nathan🩷🩷

f1fan: fucking love it

-> user1: f1fan it’s the Charles repellant for me😭

-> user2: user1 these two are on the same wavelength and it’s scary😭😭

FORMULA1UPDATES

FORMULA1UPDATES: BREAKING: Daniel Ricciardo spotted in a jewellery shop + exits with a decent sized back👀 are we going to see a Mrs Ricciardo?

📍: Monaco Jewellers

🏷️: danielricciardo

❤️: f1fan, waglife, ynrunner and 789,824 others

💬:

F14EVA: god I hope so

-> waglife: F14EVA same.

ynrunner: I hope yn doesn’t see this if he is proposing

-> FORMULA1UPDATES: ynrunner (we’ve restricted her from seeing it…🤭🤭)

F1Fan: love them

charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

📍: Monte-Carlo Monaco

🏷️: montecarloboxingtraining

❤️: charlesmiamor, montecarloboxingtraining and 2,835,106 others

💬:

montecarloboxingtraining: we know you’re ready.🖤

-> charles_leclerc: montecarloboxingtraining 🙏🙏

User1: pls don’t tell me he’s going to do what I think he’s going to do

-> user2: user1 read my mind🤦🏼‍♀️

carlossainz55: don’t retaliate man, not worth it.

-> charlesmiamor: carlossainz55 I love Charles but not enough to support that

dannyandyn: the black eye and split lip🤭

ynrunner: oh no

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wheredoesthethirdswordgo · 6 months ago

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FIC FIC FIC

🫴have this offering while i finish up some stuff so i can make new, more substantial fics. just a short zolu fic, about luffy's gear five transformation, from zoro's pov

content: angsty? not really though, temporary character death (gear five!luffy), zolu, zoro pov, luffy's gear five transformation during the fight with kaido, poor zoro man got the biggest scare of his life word count: 884

hope you guys enjoy!

Apricity - zolu

[definition] Apricity: The warmth of the sun in the winter

Chaos. The battlefield around them went still for what felt like a brief eternity as Kaido landed a final, lethal blow. A small figure (and god, he was so small next to that towering dragon) plummeted from the sky, still billowing steam in wreaths.

A dead weight, as though he was an anchor with its rope cut, sinking to the sea floor.

Zoro could hear someone, Nami, probably, screaming “LUFFY!”, but it was muffled and distant through his ringing ears, as though he had been plunged into the deep, crushing water, cold beneath the cruel waves.

His vision had completely narrowed down, tunnel vision reducing his sight to hyperfocus on the unconscious form as it plunged to its resting place.

Badum. Badum. Badum. Bad-.... Silence.

Zoro’s chest contracted, as he felt something snap with a sharp twang, sending a pang of blisteringly cold pain through him.

His eyes widened. Lurching forward, his feet tried to carry him to his captain. Catch him. Save him. Protect him. His knees buckled. Zoro landed heavily on his knees, arms hanging limp and useless at his sides.

He dully recognised the feeling of his swords, Sandai Kitetsu, and Enma slipping out of his shocked-lax hands, Wado Ichimonji falling from his slack jaw. Zoro didn’t hear the clink of metal on stone as they fell. He didn’t hear the cries of shock, sorrow, fear, and triumph sounding from all around him. He didn’t hear Nami’s silent, shaking sobs. He didn’t hear the cook’s gasp and disbelieving curse. He didn’t hear Robin’s quiet “Sencho!” He didn’t hear Ussop’s uncharacteristic quietness. He didn't notice anything. Nothing but the impact of Luffy’s body as it hit the ground. The crater it formed. The massive cloud of dust that rose from the force of his fall.

Zoro was so, so cold.

He felt frozen to the core, as though his very heart had stopped its perpetual chore, frozen solid by the sudden cold. Zoro felt as though he would never warm again. His Sun had been extinguished.

Zoro couldn't hear anything. His captain’s heart was still. The steady drumbeat of that rubbery muscle pumping freedom and laughter through Luffy’s body was conspicuously missing.

Silenced forever.

And in its wake, it left a vacuum, a gaping maw of silence that sucked every other sound into it. Without that ever-present pacer, Zoro was lost. How could he move? What was he to match his footfall to? How could he time the swing of his swords?

His body, it seemed, was not as useless as his heart or mind, and it reclaimed its grip on his swords, Wado clenched between locked jaws, as his arms swung up with Haki hardened blades to meet the heavy head of an axe with a resounding clang.

Like a flood, sound filled Zoro’s ears, his vision widening once again to encompass the barren rock plane they fought on. It was overwhelming. Even as his senses filled, his mind remained empty, incapable of comprehending the undeniable fact of Luffy’s death.

Thankfully, his muscle memory forced his body to fend off blow after blow, defeating enemies as they surged on the remaining Strawhats. It seemed they were spurned by the fall of the largest threat, Strawhat Luffy, and decided to take advantage of the horrified state of the crew.

Too bad. Zoro wasn’t losing anyone else to this fight. He would never be able to join his captain knowing he had left the others defenceless. His own fall would have to wait.

As Zoro mindlessly cut down the last enemy in his path, numb and detached, his ears twitched. He picked up a faint sound. Quiet, but quickly gaining a soaring volume. It was achingly familiar, yet foreign and wrong.

He dared not hope.

Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum.

The battlefield seemed to go still around Zoro, as though it was all narrowed down to that one pinprick of sound.

Looking around, the battle raged on, yet everything was muted, as though the drum beat had overtaken his ears, leaving them only able to hear that steady pound.

He recognised that steady thrum.

And how could he not, when Zoro’s own heart was beating to its tune?

To the pace of a beloved rubber one. One stretched to full capacity to encompass all. One that soared high in the sky as they sailed toward the horizon. One belonging to his Captain.

Zoro’s eyes opened (when had he closed them?) as he heaved out a disbelieving, yet relieved nonetheless, sigh. His ears filled with the booming sound of drums and the laugh of a god. A white streak flew across the inky sky, stilling, suspended like a portrait framed by the moon. A figure who glowed like the sun with divine power. Heavenly.

Luffy.

His frozen body warmed as his heart seemed to resume its duty, thawed by the Sun like ice-coated pine needles. He felt as though he had never been warm before this moment. As though he was only now stepping into the comfort of the Sun. Though Luffy had always been the Sun to Zoro, who had contented himself with being the worshipping Moon.

Zoro scoffed, flexing his hands around the hilts of his swords as he regained his body, still shaken, but now unworried.

Kaido never stood a chance.

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#zolu #zolu fanfic #one piece fanfic #onepiece #one piece #gear 5 luffy #sun god nika #ronoroa zoro #monkey d. luffy #kaido

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 2

Hey, guys! Part two has arrived. A little bit of Steve whump in this one.

Part 1

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The next morning saw Wayne waking the two boys up at a little after five with coffee and breakfast.

Steve stood, leaning against the counter cup of coffee in his hand in a mug that proudly stated “Not a Morning Person”. He had mindlessly choked down breakfast on sheer auto-pilot and had poured a second cup of coffee while he wait for Wayne and Eddie to eat their bacon and scrambled eggs.

“I thought you’d be used to waking up this early,” Eddie said with a feral grin. “You know, having to be up for your sports stuff.”

“I didn’t know you played a sport, Steve,” Wayne said, directing the conversation away from Eddie’s teasing.

Steve stuck his tongue out at Eddie. “Technically three. Baseball, swim, and basketball. Stopped baseball when I got into high school because practice was the same afternoons as swim, and I was better at that so...”

“Just tell me you aren’t a Bulls fan I’ll let you on this trip,” Wayne teased.

Eddie looked at his uncle, scandalized. “Why do you get to tease him and I don’t?”

Steve laughed. “Not a Bulls fan. Pacer fan all the way.”

Wayne nodded sagely. “You’ll do.”

Steve laughed again. “The reason he gets to tease me and you don’t, was you were mocking my jock-ness and he was asking about which team I liked in a teasing matter. Two completely different things.”

Eddie ducked his head and began pushing his food around on his plate. Steve twisted his head down to try and see around the curtain of curls.

“Hey,” he said gently. “I know you weren’t serious. I didn’t mean to call you out like that. Not in your own house. That was rude. I’m sorry.”

Eddie just half shrugged.

Steve sighed and put his mug on the counter. He walked over to his friend and put his arms around his shoulders, just holding him.

After a minute or two Eddie relaxed back into Steve’s arms. “I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you for being a jock. I was just surprised you weren’t all perky and cheerful first thing in the morning. It was more about a you thing and less about it being a sports thing.”

Steve hugged him tighter. “Okay. Just so you’re aware, I got hopelessly teased for being a grouch first thing in the morning on every team I’ve ever been on.”

Eddie tilted his head back so he could see Steve’s face. “Duly noted. Still, I’m sorry.”

Steve nodded. “You can be the chipper morning person, and I’ll be the grumpy one, okay?”

Eddie chuckled. “Sounds like a deal.”

Wayne decided that moment to clear his throat. “If you two boys are done, I’d like to get on the road, please.”

Steve stepped back and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Just let me finish this cup and I’ll be ready to drive.”

Eddie got up and pulled out a small styrofoam cup from the pantry. “We keep these on hand for when Wayne gets called in to work a double.” He poured Steve’s coffee into it and put on a lid. “There. Now you can sip on your coffee and I’ll drive until you’re awake enough to.”

Steve blinked at him a moment and then nodded, gingerly taking the cup from him. “Thanks.”

Once they got out to of the vehicle Wayne pulled out a map. He pointed to a speck on the side of the road. “This is a truck stop. We will stop there and refuel and stretch our legs. No matter who gets there first does not move on until the other one shows up. Am I clear?”

Eddie and Steve nodded.

“I have no desire to show up on Aunt Penny’s doorstep without you,” Eddie said fiercely.

Wayne chuckled. “She might think you done me in to get a big cut of the inheritance.”

“She absolutely would,” he agreed. “See you in three hours!”

Wayne smiled and swatted Eddie with the now folded up map. “Go on. Get!”

Eddie and Steve laughed all the way to the BMW. Steve slid into the passenger seat and buckled in. He held the coffee tightly in both hands. Eddie had just gotten in the car, when Steve called, “Wait!”

Eddie looked at him strangely.

“I forgot to call Robin!” He handed the cup of coffee to Eddie and scrambled out the car.

Eddie shook his head and tossed Steve the keys so he could get back into their house for him to call Robin.

He was back out in two minutes mumbling apologies to Wayne and Eddie as he got back into the bimmer.

Eddie and Wayne shared an amused glance before they got back into their vehicles.

Once they were both back in the car, Eddie handed him back his coffee.

“Thanks,” he murmured. “She would have killed me when I got back.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah she would have. But you remembered in time and that’s what matters.”

Steve nodded hands curling around his coffee. As Eddie backed out of the driveway he spotted a cooler on the back seat. Once they were on the road, he asked about it.

Steve blushed. “I remembered that when I was little and we’d go on road trips we would always have drinks and snacks for the journey. So we have cans of soda in there as well as some cookies and stuff.”

“Homemade?” Eddie asked with a grin.

Steve sighed. “Sadly not, I didn’t have time. I hope store bought will do.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Stevie,” Eddie soothed.

Once they were down the road and Steve was more awake, he reached back and pulled the cooler up front.

He handed Eddie an orange Crush and took a can of Coke for himself. He opened the bag of cookies and offered them to him.

“Fudge Stripe cookies?” Eddie asked with a fond smile. “What made you pick those?” He took two and took a bite of one.

Steve held the cooler on his lap and looked down into it mournfully. “It’s what we would take on our roads trips when we’d visit Nana.”

Eddie blinked a moment. He was the one that supposed to be grieving but seemed like this trip stirred something up in Steve, too.

“You want to visit her while we’re close?” Eddie asked. It was only a two hour trip, he had made longer trips to Indy for the latest D&D guide.

Steve shook his head. “Don’t tell Keith, but she died when I was seven. It’s how we were able to afford living in Loch Nora.”

Eddie glanced over at Steve a moment before he turned back to the road. “You’re weren’t always super rich?”

“No,” he murmured, still clinging to the cooler. “I’m not sure what we were, to be honest. My dad made good money. We had a nice house in Indy where we lived until Nana died and a nice car.

“You really are full of depths, Stevie.”

Steve scoffed, Eddie had said something similar yesterday. “I guess.”

“Appreciate you coming with,” Eddie said, “but I can’t help but feel like this bringing up lots of bad memories for you.”

Steve put the cooler down between his legs. “She left my mom a lot of money. Like proper life changing money. Only instead of making things better, it only served to show how badly matched my parents really were.” He twisted his hands together nervously.

“My dad started sleeping around. My mom started drinking herself into oblivion and then when she saw that my dad paid for an abortion for his secretary’s twenty year old daughter, she started going with him on trips to make sure he kept in his pants. I grew up not having to want for any material thing, but I was still old enough to remember what life was like before the money. I think that’s why I always envied you.”

“Me?” Eddie squeaked. “I lived in the poorest part of town, dealing drugs to make sure the power stayed on and you envied me?”

Steve nodded. “It sounds so twisted, but you had Wayne. I used to imagine that I had a uncle somewhere. Kentucky, Chicago, New York. England sometimes. That he would hear of my neglect and abuse and sweep in like an avenging angel and take me away.”

“Shit, dude,” Eddie said thickly. “You’re going to make me cry.”

Steve pinched his nose and rubbed the end. “Sorry. I think this trip is a bit for me too. To final grieve the life I could have had...had she lived a little while longer.”

He reached over and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “We’ll still take a trip to visit her grave, okay?”

Steve let out a shaky breath. “Thanks, man.”

“Was she who you were thinking about when you called Keith?”

He shook his head. “I miss her. But no, that’s not who it was.”

Eddie glanced at him again and decided not to pump him for that tidbit. He could tell whoever it was, their death had really hurt Steve in a way that left a deep scar. One that hadn’t healed right.

He turned on the radio and just let it fill the silence between them.

About an hour into their trip, Eddie looked over to see that Steve had slumped against the window and had fallen back to sleep. He smiled fondly at him.

It wasn’t just anyone who drop everything in his life to take a road trip to the last place he had been happy, knowing that place had been a person like Eddie’s own grandma. Eddie always knew Steve and he were more alike than what appeared on the surface, but this trip was starting to be an eye opener in the worst way about just how similar they were.

He made a vow then and there that he would be there for Steve like he was there for him. Robin was good, great even. But she had loving parents who deeply cared for her and didn’t understand what it was like when someone who should love you, just didn’t.

So he would be that shoulder to cry on for Steve, someone who understood far too well.

***

Pt 3|Pt 4|Pt 5|Pt 6|Pt 7|Pt 8|Pt 9|Pt 10|Pt 11|Pt 12

Just...about Eddie and Steve's interaction at breakfast, grief can make you stupid. They're just bumping against each others wounds old and new and learning how to navigate all that. They'll get there, I promise.

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fics that are essential landoscar lore to you 3 2 1 go

[shoves the enitre contents of the ao3 landoscar tag at you] there you go :)

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS. this is so hard why would you ask this of me aaahhhh but OKAY.

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how much can you fit (under your skin) by cloudcollector | E | 4,5k

Oscar has biteable thighs. Lando has teeth.

this one is self explanatory and what prompted you to send me this ask i think. anyway i've said this before but even if you dont like thighs you will come out of this a thigh lover. also 10/10 dynamic like everything is so!!! about this fic. introduced reading oscar to the world which i think should be a staple in all landoscar fics actually

Negative splits by leafmealone | T | 10k

very important landoscar lore to me personally which if you've been following me a while you probably know why. anyway 10/10 and a must read makes me feel very insane every time. also leaf did put the sports boys in another sport as well which is also mandatory reading in my personal opinion.

only found by eisenberg | T | 7k

“Hey, well. No strings attached, right?” Oscar says, strategically. Lando smiles and says, “hell yeah. And now that that’s established, what’s your stance on aliens? Also, do you still want your cake?” -- cinderella soulmates au where whatever you lose, your soulmate finds. except: oscar has a soulmate and lando is a No-Match, a person who doesn't have a soulmate.

what is a mandatory reading list without a soulmate au truly. AND LET ME TELL YOU. 10/10. dynamic is of the charts fantastic, beautifully captures the differences between lando and oscar but why they work anyway and gaaahhh. sometimes i just stare at the ceiling for three hours and think about this fic no biggie

what would you do (if I went to touch you now)? by laceyamethyst | E | 30k

“Okay, so they both like each other. We need to get them together.” “How? Lando’s too freaked out to think straight and Oscar is the human embodiment of the standing man emoji.” Charles purses his lips for a moment before he snatches his boyfriend’s phone up from the other side of the table. “What are you doing?” “Initiating Mission Landoscar.” “Did you just make that up?” Charles waves at him dismissively as he begins texting, and Max lays his head down on the coffee table and prays for strength. *** In which Max tries to prove to an oblivious Charles how glaringly obvious it is that Lando is head over heels in love with Oscar. When Charles finally gets with the program, Lestappen go on A Mission™ to get the two idiots to admit their feelings for each-other, but it’s easier said than done.

first of all this fic is perfect, show stopping, laugh out loud funny. SECOND OF ALL this fic is the best way to bully your lestappen friends into shipping landoscar because it actually has a super sweet established relationship lestappen side plot. also this whole fic is from max's pov which means you get a beautiful outsider pov look at the complete chaos that is lando and oscar pining for each other. delightfull really.

Your Plans (And Those Slow Hands) by xxcelientje | E | 4k

He could probably fit both of Oscar’s hands in one of his own, he could for sure use one hand to hold both of Oscar’s wrist and an idea entered his mind. He smiled at Oscar. ‘You like my hands?’ Oscar’s cheeks reddened even more as he nodded, his eyes still on their joined fingers. ‘They fascinate me,’ he admitted, biting his lip. OR: Lando and Oscar have some fun (and share some feelings) after the Belgium GP

just like the thigh fic will give you a thing for oscar's thighs this will give you a thing for lando's hands. gaahhh their dynamic in this is just so!!!!!!!!! the way theyre so HORNY for each other 10/10

carried away by venerat | E | 22k

“Oscar,” Lando said. “Don’t hate me, alright, but I've—”

did you really think i was going to do a mandatory reading list without a venerat fic???? lmao. anyway all of venerat's stuff is mandatory but this one is my personal fave i think. TOP TIER dynamic truly, and its FAKE DATING. what more can a person want really

change the weather by sharls | E | 5k

Lando knows what a thong is, of course he does—but the team needs content, the team needs clicks, and he just so happens to be well-versed in the art of going viral.

is a mandatory landoscar reading list really complete without a thong fic??? i think not. and this is so!!!!!!!!! everything about this just Makes Sense. if you told me this had actually happened i would be like. yeah. that checks out. very incredibly in character and just !!!!!!! very hot and funny and perfect.

all right theres a lot more but??? i promised myself i would rec only 5 fics and this is already 7, so... i'll stop here. for now

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #fic rec list #we truly have so many great writers in what is actually a relative small fandom its insane!!!!!!!!!

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