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[sostyreswheels]

[doomsdaybby]

come on baby, get in

prompt: severely touch starved reader x eddie munson

eddie munson x plus size fem!reader. just you and eddie at lovers lake sharing a joint, and eventually ending up in the back of your car. 18+, purely smut, situationship/overly familiar 'friends'/‘what are we?’, touch starved!reader 🥺 (3.9k)

small cw’s for drug use (obvs), sex whilst high, unprotected sex, creampie 😛

was listening to animals by nickelback when I was writing some of this and became even more inspired. so everyone say thank you nickelback & @blahblahblahs4208

“Did you think this was how we’d be spending time together after y’been busting your ass waiting tables all week?” Eddie says beside you in a gradual exhale, a release of Reefer Rick’s finest greenery slipping past each word in a misty grey haze.

You tilt your head slightly to the left to peer fondly at him, cheek chilly as it presses to the cold rear window of your Ford Escort. His lids are heavy, dark eyelashes almost kissing. Eddie took hard hits, easily managing three of your singular drags at once.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” you smile, all jest and no malice. Eddie chuckles at that, a deep but airy sort of laugh that has your smile stretching even wider. His eyes are glossy, dark brown marbles that reflect the moonlight creeping out of the inky night sky above you.

You want to blame the drugs, why you notice the way they glint in the light, but it’s really just because his eyes are really fucking pretty and you can’t help but stare when you think he’s not paying attention.

Eddie was always paying attention.

You’re both perched atop the trunk of your car beside Lovers Lake, tyres barely crossing the harsh line where grass meets sand, a mere seven feet or so from the gentle rippling of water, passing a rather large joint between you.

You're tucked in on yourself, hands crossed over your sternum, knees pulled up so the heels of your dirtied scuffed sneakers sit snugly on the lip of the trunk. Eddie lays similarly but more slack, one arm hidden behind his head beneath the mess of deep brown hair that's frizzy with the sticky humidity of the faded day.

You sway your legs gently towards him to knock your knees every so often. Purposeful, very purposeful, but he didn’t need to know that. Though Eddie pushes back twice as hard each time on instinct.

Once Friday evening rolled around and you hadn’t even so much as called Eddie like you do ritualistically every other night, let alone seen him since the Friday before that, he had finally decided that enough was enough.

So come this Saturday evening, you’re slinging your worn tote bag over your shoulder as you exit the diner door, the jolly ting ting of the bell above you ringing shrill in your ears after hearing it on repeat since it was such a busy day.

Eddie was waiting for you, which was a welcome surprise, one that has a dusty flush spreading along your chest and collarbones, especially since he had never picked you up from work before.

“Does my pretty girl need a ride?” He would ask confidently with a smirk, swinging the passenger door of your car open with a gentlemanly bow that had waves of hair capsulating his face, unaware of the butterflies that churned in your stomach and crept up the back of your throat.

My pretty girl. Mine. Mine.

He had been charming, all cheery smile lines and bared teeth, not that you really needed much convincing. Especially when a fresh set of clothes sat neatly folded on the passenger seat, your heart swelling double in size knowing that they smelt a little bit like him - musk and discount deodorant. Eddie.

He knew where the spare key to your apartment was hidden, tucked safe and sound into the soil of the sad-looking hanging plant pot that hung beside the door above the buzzer that no longer worked.

Rarely did he ever let himself in, as it was only for emergencies, especially rarely swiped the keys to your car from the paint-chipped console table in your hallways. But in his head, the need to spend some time with you tonight was an emergency, and a dire one at that.

Flash forward exactly two hours later and here you were. Your busy week soon fading into the blanket of twinkling stars above you akin to the blooming puffs of smoke exiting your bodies, mingling in a dance amongst the gentle breeze.

“Make any good tips?” Eddie asks, taking another brief selfish drag before offering it to you. You scoff, lingering on the feathery brush of your fingers with his as you graciously accept the joint.

“What?” his smile was engulfing, eyes creasing at the corners and the cool night breeze dusting his cheeks a peachy hue, “You tryna tell me that a catch like you hasn’t been makin’ good tips?”.

The inhale of your hit sticks in your throat, wheezing over the gentle burn swirling around your tonsils. You sit up a little, propping yourself up on your elbow in an attempt to get some air.

That’s twice in one day Eddie had been awfully complimentary, flirtation poorly disguised as platonic flattery.

“You tryna to tell me something, Munson?” you cough sharp over the words, holding the joint at arms reach in the hopes to lessen the sting. Your eyes brim sparkly at the corners, and Eddie's jaw is tight where he's biting the inside of his cheeks to smother a laugh.

He sits up with you, shuffling that little bit closer on his palms. At this proximity you can smell his cheap cologne - cedar and sage, probably a birthday present at some point, and the weed residue that sticks like gum to a shoe on his signature denim jacket.

"I have no idea what you mean," the lick of a smirk teases the corner of his lips. He reaches for you, more so the near burnt out roll-up still glowing golden between your fingers, wandering eyes gliding over your taut expression.

It was silent then. Nothing awkward or tense, both accustomed very comfortably to the ability to sit together in peace. The cicadas are louder now you notice, shifting to sit upwards so you can wrap your arms around just below the curve of your knees.

Eddie flicks the spent joint onto the dirt beneath you once the cherry red end burns an inch or so from his pursed lips, hissing as he inhales to let the drug weigh heavy in his lungs.

"Tastes like shit," he chuckles as he puffs out, spluttering slightly over the bitter aftertaste that always settles close to the filter. Eddie wasn't much for a filterless jay, he at least had a small shred of decorum.

"Smells like shit, too," you agree when he's shoulder to shoulder with you, clothed skin on skin but he was still pleasantly warm. Eddie smiles, nodding, hand to his chest as he clears his throat over a laugh.

You watch him fondly, eyes round and longing. Eddie had always been flirtatious, exclusively teasing with no weight behind it. But now? he was laying it on thick.

You felt that there had always been something there, stewing and bubbling; overly protective when it came to whatever douchebag (his words, not yours) you decided to entertain next, religiously making ‘did you get home safe?’ phonecalls after your hangouts, and you being the first person to hear every snippet of a new song he had on the go.

You pushed it down, it was easier not to read too far in to it.

“You want another?” Eddie offers, nudging his shoulder with yours before jumping off the trunk with much more grace than you were prepared to give him credit for.

Your nose scrunches, “You do?”.

He shrugs, jaw tucked into the slip of his collarbone and bottom lip pursed.

“You can just say no, sweetheart” he turns to you then, and you lift your arms away from your knees on instinct. You’re at a perfect level now where Eddie can step forward to brace his forearms to your shins, narrowing his eyes and swaying himself forward, a languid motion that nudges you back.

“Well no then. Seems like you’ve had enough for the both of us,” your eyes crease back at him, and you notice then the small sting of rawness that comes with your high. The leather of his jacket is a welcome warmth to the bare skin of your legs, the frayed edged denim shorts he had picked out for you stopping mid-thigh and not providing as much purchase as you wished for at this time of night, the cool air almost biting.

“Pft,” Eddie rattles his lips, your gaze floating there and fixing, “I’m stone cold sober, babe”.

You snort, and that only has Eddie’s grin stretching into pretty little dimples that make him appear more boyish and soft.

“You don’t think I am?” his palms are on either side of your hips, fingers spread and daring, thumbs tickled by the jagged strands of denim.

You lean forward into his space, shaking your head with a downturn of your brows, inspecting him. The soft graze of your fingers along his hairline push his hair back from his face, Eddie’s shining eyes following yours that are taking him in in drawn out contemplation.

Your touch settles right over his ears, nails tucked into the soft roots of fuzzy hair at the scalp, palms partially encompassing the shell of them so everything sounds underwater, but he doesn’t mind.

He’s observing you just the same; tracing the dip and curve of your cupids bow, up and over each full apple of your cheeks, admiring the ripple of skin between your eyebrows from the way you’re peering at him, noting the fiery cherry clouding of your scleras, trailing back down to do it all over again.

“You’re hot,” he whispers, not that he needed to though it was more accidental, the words escaping him without meaning to.

“And you’re high”

“Correct” he muses, a closed mouth low chuckle that bobs over his adam’s apple. He looks endearingly goofy; rosy cheeks and hazy eyes, with a handsome cheesy grin to top it all off.

Eddie sways lightly in the space between your legs and you can feel your heart thumping angrily in your throat. You don’t think you had ever been this close to him, not like this.

Your face screws up, smiling, lifting one palm away from his ear to touch the back of your hand to his forehead.

“You look like you’re about to kiss me, Munson”

“Would you be mad if I did?” his hands pause next to you, studying your expression, thumbs tucked a few centimetres beneath the cuff of your shorts.

The drugs were making you both bold, and maybe it was just because you had missed one another so much, but there was really no other way to quite show the extent of it.

“No,” your voice is meek, trembly soft and the static in your head of your high mixed with the adrenaline flooding your veins is making you feel like you're on the brink of passing out.

Your lips are millimetres apart, tips of your noses graze one another and Eddie's breath is washing in heated deep roves over your beetroot cheeks. You brace your hands on his neck, right at the base where the curve of it meets his shoulders, rolling your fingertips carefully into the skin there.

It’s soft at first, courteous. Plush lips and innocence.

You were the first to push back that tiny bit harder, stroking over his neck with fresh intent, actually kissing him rather than the pleasant gentle press of your mouths.

Eddie reacts immediately, being the first to pull away if only for a second to part his lips, deepening the kiss. He hooks his fingers beneath your full calves, sandwiched between them and the cool metal of your car.

“This okay?” he murmurs against your lips.

You're nodding, laughing so pretty and girlish when his grasp tightens around the backs of your knees, gasping into his open mouth when he drags you a little meanly closer to the edge of the trunk.

"There you are," he hums, wandering hands dragging up and along the full hills of your hips, dipping into the curve of your waist and stilling there.

One palm presses to the side of his face, cool despite the way he’s heating up from touching you like the way he’s always thought about when alone.

You pull him closer and he obliges far too easily, smushing yourself against each other chest to chest. Eddie holds you so tight and he’s fucking giggling against your lips.

It became rather heavy in a hurry, tongue and teeth, beckoning him closer and welcoming every little squeeze and soft caress as he just drank you in. You craved it, and only really from him.

“Jesus, sweetheart” Eddie groans, smirking when you chase his lips, stare heavy and longing albeit sluggish and glazed, completely gone in the whirlpool of your high and his wonderfully suffocating presence.

“I need to feel you” you admit, voice quiet yet confident, not really hiding the fact that you had thought about this since the violent strike of puberty hit you both. When Eddie let his hair grow out and he grew that little bit taller, strong manly hands and lean torso.

You had run it over in your head in the safety blanket of darkness in your bedroom, hand between your legs and the image of him touching you, loving on you, pleasuring you.

“We- we don’t have to do that” Eddie says, squeezing your hips, eyes startling when your expression drops, “I mean I want to, shit, of course I want to,” he’s finding your gaze, chest hurting when he noticed the wobble of them under the slick sheen of threatening tears.

“We’re pretty fucked up and I don’t want you to regret anything when our heads are clearer”.

You gulp, eyes trailing back to the pink sheen of his lips that are sickeningly wet with you.

“I want to, I could never regret doing anything with you.”

“Fuck, okay, fuck it let’s do it.” Eddie rushes before either of you could change your minds, lost in the addicting rush and excitement of it all.

His lips are on you again, near frantic and passionate, silken tongues twirling together and he’s practically lifting you off the trunk and onto his waist, wrapping yourself around him not daring to let go.

It didn’t take long for you to end up in the back of your car after dragging Eddie across the grass and dirt with his collar bunched up in your fist, the other tucked into the hair at the nape of his neck. He almost tripped you as he followed, jacket shrugged off and forgotten, a dog on a leash, chaste kisses pressing to your forehead, cheekbones and each stretched corner of your lips.

There wasn’t much time for pleasantries, not by the way the two of you are panting and groaning pathetically into each other’s open slick mouths.

You had kicked your shorts off before climbing into Eddie’s lap, slowed by your sneakers and he’d chuckled watching you with soft, glittering chocolate eyes as you hopped on one leg, patting the tops of his thighs when you glared up at him.

“Can I?” his lashes fluttered, head dipping lower towards the juncture of your neck, waiting with puppy dog lovesick eyes. Who were you to deny him when he was looking at you like that?

“Please” you whimpered at him, grabbing at the back of his head and drawing him closer, desperate to feel his pillowy lips right over the sensitive skin of your throat.

Eddie moans, really moans as you tug on his roots, squirming in his lap when his hot mouth sucks and licks on you, blooming crimson reds and lilac blues. He has to flatten his palms at the plump of your hips, pressing there cruelly to keep you still since you’re rocking yourself so good against where he’s hardening beneath you.

“You need to stop doing that” Eddie almost seethes through his teeth, a warning though you know he doesn’t mean it to be harsh, heat rushing to your centre from the way his tone drops low and fierce. “Or else i’ll cum in the fucking jeans”.

It was all pent up energy, pitiful pining and taking advantage of the heat of the moment. You were wet and wanting beneath the cotton of your underwear, aware of the sticky sensation that felt foreign against the material when you ground your centre down onto the zip of his jeans.

“Just… just fuck me already,” you almost cringe at how dirty you sounded, far too desperate and you’ll certainly be embarrassed thinking back on it when all things are said and done.

“Holy shit. Yeah, yeah. I’m coming, baby” Eddie shoves a little at the crease of your thighs, his thumbs digging there to sit you back at his knees. The clinking of his belt and fidgeting hands tugging at his zipper has your heart pounding beneath your ribs, breathless gasps escaping you when he tugs himself free.

“C’mere” he beckons you forwards with two fingers, sealing his mouth back on yours with heightened fervour and frantic wanting as he spreads his thighs across the back seat, slouching down to allow a better angle.

Your soaked clothed centre brushes along his shaft when you move, clammy hands cradling his sharp jawline and swallowing down Eddie’s pants and huffed profanities.

His palms wander as you lick in each others mouths, the surrounding soft skin catching twinkly under the moonlight. Eddie kneads into your ass, rough, calloused fingers crude and playful, spreading your cheeks apart to push them back together again.

“Having fun?” you leave merely an inch between you, breath smoky and the smell of bitter weed sticks to his hair that closes around your faces, almost blanketing you from whatever may be lurking on the outside of your cramped car.

“So much fun,” and there was that grin again, painfully wide and you want to kiss each smile line that adores his pretty face.

“Touch me here. Please” your fingers twirl into his, guiding his knuckles up under your hoodie to finally meld to the balmy plump rolls covering your ribs. Eddie’s eyes are saucered, wide and disbelieving, mouth dropped and hanging slack.

He scans the naked buttery soft skin under his touch that is now available to him with your oversized hoodie out of the way, gliding over you with intense abundant delight. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, your palms falling over his when he reaches the soft lace of your bra, nails catching on the hard underwire.

His large hands close around your breasts, cupping and squeezing them just hard enough to have pretty noises catching at the back of your throat but kind enough so it doesn’t hurt. Not too much.

“C’mon, Eds, please” you’re on the cusp of begging, stroking yourself over his cock that’s barely slippery with your arousal through cotton. A rather aggressive moan escapes from the depths of his lungs, clumsy when he takes hold of himself at the base.

You lift yourself up, knees planted wide on either side of him, legs shaking when he’s thumbing at the elastic lining of your underwear to pull it to the side.

If you were both clear of mind, you would rather your first time together be methodical and careful, more paced and tenderly slow. Eddie wanted to shower you with unhurried devotion, not leaving a single inch of your plump skin unscathed. Yearning to leave you kiss bitten and bruised in all of the nice ways.

The first slip of his tip as he enters has you mewling already, lowering yourself down inch by downright devilish inch. You reach for his collar again, his shirt wound tight in your fist and you're prying him into you. Eddie's face smushes into your neck, blissful hot breath fanning over your skin.

You pause when he's fully seated inside you, wisps of his hair tickling your nose as you bury yourself into the crown of his head. You cushion him to your breast bone, desperate for every shred of contact, adjusting to his girth that stretches you out so nicely.

The inside of the car is blazing. Windows dripping and steaming, droplets gliding down the cool glass and disappearing into the well at the base.

It was kinder then, your next actions. Your heart is skipping, the couple inches that Eddie drags himself out to push right back in, knocking some syrupy sweet sounds out of you that he wishes he could keep on tape.

Eddie licks his lips, whining into you, tongue laving over your salty skin with so much rampant fidelity, you never wanted him to stop.

You barely bounce, you didn't need to. Eddie merely has to see-saw his hips into the seat so he grinds up into your heat, groaning and mouthing incoherent sentences mixed with mewls of your name when his cock nudges spots you didn't know could be reached.

Eddie wraps both hands around your back, dipping beneath your pullover and hugging every curve he could grab on to. The initial intensity of it all had slowed into a deliberately slow pace, intimate and sloven.

His gasps tickle the column of your throat, bridge of his nose stuck under your jawline. Not much needed to be said, to be honest it was difficult to form any words when you were both so far gone in the ecstasy of it all, pleasure only amplified by your drug-induced state.

"Eddie" you plead, eyes closed and panting open-mouthed into his hair. He could tell by the clamp of your walls around him that you were close, probing into that sweet spot that blinds you, and it was a good job too since he could feel his own release approaching.

"I've got you, my girl" He releases himself from your grip, your chest tightening at the loss of him, but only for a moment. Eddie's eyes widen when you moan his name, an awe-filled smile shining up at you as his thumb circles over your clit.

Your stomach aches, a coiling wounding tight and pooling right at the pit of it, the promise of an orgasm looming and steadfast. He lays his head back against the headrest, lips swollen and tantalisingly rouge from where he had maimed you.

"Such a pretty girl" he coos and you're right there, his candied goading and sugary praise coaxing your release.

Eddie's eyebrows pinch, rubbing his thumb that little bit quicker, driving his hips up up and up right so he completely disappears inside of you to the hilt over and over again.

"I'm so close, so so fucking close" your whimpers hike, jaw hinging wide and eyes brimming watery under the sheer pressure of it all.

"Come on, baby. Cum with me" he works you right to the edge, dragging his cock in and out just right, and you didn't need any further instruction, eyes locking together as you both come undone.

Eddie ruts sloppily into your sweet wet cunt, gushing into every millimetre of you he could reach, his release dribbling out and onto his navel. Your breath hitches, and Eddie appears like he's in pain with the way you're pulsing around him, milking him of everything he has to give.

You're dizzy with him, putty and pliant over him, chasing that feeling with a slow roll of your hips when Eddie is pressed to you again. He kisses your neck, loving over where you're bruised, travelling up to that sensitive spot right behind your ear.

He makes his way gradually to your lips, caught in one long drawn out kiss as you both breathe in heavy through the nose. There's a quiet lull when you part, your buzzing brains catching up with the events of the evening, paused in each other's embrace.

You're laughing then, guiltless and elated.

Eddie talks first, weaving his hands behind your ears and tucking your hair back, pressing his sweating forehead to yours that's damp and beaded just the same.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah"

[bentleysbeetle]

Hey Beetle, my front tyre is flat and I'm out of miracles for the day. The guy from the repair shop wants to charge me £47 to change both tyres, because they don't have the same brand as my back one in stock. Now, I think I can get away with cycling with two different tyres, but it would be better if I found a repair shop with the same tyres instead. What do the cards say? Would really appreciate the input.

@totally-a-sheep

//Beetle secretary again: I am still translating seeing as Beetle has not un-become a cat since last reading//

Oh no!!! Hi Luc!! That sounds tough, I got my tarot cards as quick as I could!!! I'm doing a simple read for you, 3 cards. The 1st one is the past, the 2nd one is the present and the 3rd one is the future.

First you got the two of swords!! They have their points up so that probably means 2 punctured tires!!! but you actually got it upside down, so that means before you had two NOT punctured tires. Which I think is true. Right?

UM. THE SECOND ONE IS DEATH. THAT MEANS YOU ARE DYING D: Maybe... Oh gosh..... Maybe you had an accident when your tire went flat and now you have a concussion and you're going to die :( I'm so sorry Luc I love you so much I'm gonna miss you

Okay uhhh... In better news, there is a knight with a wand, and he's on a horse! But he's upside down though... Ummm... I think he means travel, since he's on a horse, and the wand could mean it's a magical journey? So you are going to NOT have magical travel. You will have very little travel, and the travel you will have is bad. So whatever your intuition is telling you to do about this: DO THE OPPOSITE!! OR ELSE YOUR BIKE WILL BE HORRIBLE! and maybe you'll continue dying!!!! :(

Um... Please don't die!!! Wear 3 helmets maybe?? I love you! :(

//Serious reading under the cut!//

//Alright. Let's get on with it Luc, here's your more serious answer.

A two of swords in reverse usually means suspicion. It's like, lack of trust, treachery (my booklet mentions in partnerships specifically), and you know, be careful of people looking out to manipulate you. This one fell out as I was shuffling the deck, FACE UP. It was the only card to do this. I think this is a sign. Your tire going flat was NOT a coincidence. This? This was SABOTAGE. By SOMEONE YOU TRUST!

The second card. Oh my god okay it's a lot different than it sounds. It signifies change, things ending and beginning, hindsight, it represents opportunities, the card represents a necessary end to something. Your tire was meant to go flat, Luc. Because now? Now you have all these opportunities. You could have a dual tired bike, like some cursed version of a penny-farthing, you could get brand new fancy tires, or you could go back to usual! The world is your oyster, and this is your sign to make Oysters Rockefeller. Or Oyster Omelette. Whatever squeezes your lemon. This is the start of a new tire era, Luc.

Okay, I wasn't TOO off with the travel stuff, because the knight of wands represents creativity and progress! However, in reverse it represents... Falsehood, and lack of progress >:O! The knight of wands is someone who will talk a lot about a project, but do nothing about it! He's a representation of judging people by their actions, and not their words. Now, I'm taking this as a sign that you should probably be a bit wary of the people from the various repair shops. This first guy for example, why didn't he give you a discount because he didn't have your brand of tires in stock? That's not *your* fault! Covering a small expense like that is totally a worthy investment, after all next time you need a tire change you'd know that guy has your back! Instead you have to pay more?? Consider your options here! Consider your options and go to someone who actually sounds trustworthy! Hope this helps <333

[bunnytalksf1]

rosso corsa v. papaya

A few developments have made it out of the Monza weekend.

One: Leclerc proved that he does not need to start on pole, have the ideal strategy, or the clear fastest car in order to win a race. I don't think there were many people who genuinely believed he had a clear shot, and he drove a very, very good race to come home in tact.

Two: If the upgrades stick going into Baku and Singapore, the McLaren and the Ferrari are near enough even on pace, with the Ferrari potentially being slightly kinder to its tyres. It's hard to tell because of the driver factor (Sainz dropped off in pace with five lap newer rubber, compared to Leclerc) and the main issue not necessarily being the deg itself, but the graining, which in Piastri's words, seemed to "clear".

Three: Whilst Red Bull and Verstappen have reportedly identified the issue, and are working to correct it, Marko has said that the team shouldn't expect to be back to full competitiveness until Austin. That leaves two races for gaps to be closed: Baku and Singapore.

Four: Flexi wings are allowed. The FIA has explicitly said that the front wings used by McL and Merc are permissible, which means that Ferrari and RBR are going to copy them. Marko's words: "if it is not illegal, you have to participate".

Everything past this point is speculative. Please take with a pinch of salt, since most of this opinion relies on 1) the Ferrari's performance continuing to be good in Baku and Singapore, two very different tracks to Monza and 2) the Red Bull continuing to struggle at these tracks. It also ignores Mercedes, because bringing them into it makes this analysis more complicated. Please bare in mind that I am not discounting them as having a role to play, particularly Lewis Hamilton, but for the sake of simplicity I am focussing on Leclerc / Ferrari.

Anyway.

With these being the key takeaways from Monza, it's fair to say the fight for the championship is much more open than anyone thought. The gap between RBR and McLaren is just eight points, and Ferrari, behind them, are 39 points shy of first place. After 2023, these points totals are a dream for any fan: anything could happen. A DNF or a non-points finish could swing the tables massively, in just one race.

What likely will happen: RBR continue to struggle until Austin. They're likely to be back in the fight at this point, if the issue has truly been identified, along with the fact that RBR will likely copy the flexi wing on the McL. This means, that for all three teams at the top of the pack, that the next two races are absolutely critical: Ferrari and McL need to be perfect to close the gap as much as possible whilst RBR need to switch to damage control and minimise their losses. Ferrari and McL will want to be as even as possible with RBR and Verstappen in order to maximise their chances in what will be a straight fight to Abu Dhabi.

What could happen, and what excites me most: if RBR fail to get the car back to where they need it to be for the rest of the season, the title fight could swing to excluding them entirely, leaving us with a race between McL and Ferrari for the title, particularly in the Constructors, where the points totals are close.

I made a post in between Monza qualifying and the race that said that Leclerc, not Verstappen, was now Norris' biggest contender in the context of a title fight. I didn't expect Monza to prove me right so quickly, and I still don't think it has, quite, given that the Ferrari was marginally kinder to its tyres than the McL come Sunday. But tyre management is a driver-heavy skill and Leclerc finally has a car to show his prowess in that department: he's been very, very good for a while. Whilst the one-stop was performed by Sainz, also, Leclerc's laptimes were scarily consistent. Neither Norris nor Piastri could make this strategy work, and they weren't lighting up the timing boards to catch him, either, even with a massive tyre offset.

So, at Monza, Leclerc proved that he didn't need the clear fastest car to eke out a win, and that he can make an arguably unfavourable strategy work where others can't. He make a subpar qualifying result work. His start, even before Piastri and Norris' squabble gave him a clear shot at P2, had gained him a place, tucking in behind the McLarens. It's a clear indicator that Leclerc, if Verstappen is unable to fight in this championship, is becoming just as much of a contender (or more likely, disruptor) to the World Championship as Norris himself is. He's only 24 points behind Norris.

So moving forward, especially if the RBR takes a little too long to come back into the fight meaningfully, Norris' main competition has to be Leclerc. He has to continue to outscore him. Leclerc gained ten points on him this weekend alone, and he only has to outscore him by an average of four points every race until the end of the season to beat him in the standings.

Despite my optimism, I don't consider Leclerc a title contender (yet). He's too far off Verstappen, who needs to have a non-points finish (or two) to open up the fight for the title that much. Norris, meanwhile, with sixty-ish points between him and Verstappen, arguably does not need that DNF to be a contender in the final races of the season. But only one of these two drivers has shown their ability to match up to Verstappen w2w, and its not Norris.

But all this leaves out Piastri. So what's his role, here?

He can either be Norris' greatest help, or his greatest hinderance. I'm not the biggest fan of team orders, but I do think that this is a situation where they're more than necessary, not just to protect the team's standing against Ferrari, but to seal Norris' championship. Piastri's move at Monza arguably cost them the win, and definitely cost Norris the benefit of clean air. That being said the overtake was incredible, and real hard racing. If Norris is unable to close the door, or seperate himself from Piastri in qualifying, should he get that help? There is no no1/no2 setup at McLaren, and bringing one in is likely to create tension. There is no clause in McL's contracts about it, probably, since Lando got upgrades before Oscar, and some teams NEVER prioritise upgrades for a driver (Ferrari, where there likely IS some contract shenanigans going on), but that's not to say that they want to make a clear 1/2 decision publically. Piastri is an asset. Red Bull want him. If Bearman underdelivers at Haas in the next two years, Ferrari are going to be in the market for a second driver again. McLaren has a very even and strong pairing right now - every team's dream - and they do not want to lose a future WDC to this. They've got to think long term. But if they lose this WDC, they run the risk of pushing Lando out, who also is sought after in the paddock by RBR, and reportedly Ferrari prior to Lewis signing (although I don't think he'd want to go to either team, considering Verstappen and Leclerc well and truly run those shows).

So, what's my point?

Leclerc and Norris are now the main opponents heading into the next two races, and Leclerc has shown that he can beat Norris on strategy even when they're even on pace. Piastri needs to step in and help out, fighting with him to cover off the threat.

The problem is does he want to?

(I'm so excited for these next few races)

[smeddiemunson]

56! Love a clueless flirting moment

thank you for the prompt @hamiltonsteele 🖤

56: "Are you flirting with me?"

The thing was Steve knew what his strengths were. Sure he couldn’t crack a Russian code in a matter of days and sure he couldn’t build a state of the art radio tower, but he did know how to read social cues.

“He’s definitely flirting with me, Rob. I’m telling you, I’d know.”

Robin sighed, dropping her head onto the Family Video front counter with a small thunk.

“We just don’t know that, do we?”

Steve bristled at her tone. Maybe they’d had this exact conversation three separate times before, and a variant of it at least another four, but Steve just couldn’t get it out of his head. Robin should be able to understand that.

Eddie flirted with him and it made him feel… nervous? Nervous wasn’t the right word though. His stomach would flip and his hands grew clammy but he wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t even sure he knew how to get nervous.

Steve opened his mouth to respond, to argue his case further, but stopped short when he saw Robin grinning at the door. 

He turned to look in the same direction, scrambling for something to do when he realised Eddie was about to walk into Family Video. His hands landed on the tapes he had yet to reshelf— it was supposed to be a job he did as soon as they were returned and rewound but it was a slow day and no one was desperate to rent Hey There It’s Yogi Bear.

Eddie worked across the lot at Thatcher Tyre. It wasn’t a job he loved, he liked tinkering with cars and had to do so with his piece of shit van often enough, but he spent more time trying to do anything but work; which included finding excuses to bother Steve and Robin while they were on shift. Only the discount he gave to his boss, Thomas, on the wares of his side job saved him from being fired.

Whether it was the numerous concussions or the lack of air conditioning, something possessed Steve to turn to Robin before Eddie reached the door to say, “I’m going to flirt back and then you’ll see.”

Robin stared at him, mouth agape but somehow still seeming unimpressed for so long that Eddie reached the counter and was able to shoot her a concerned glance before he began speaking.

He coughed pointedly into his fist. “How are you two beautiful people on this fine day?”

Steve surreptitiously kicked Robin in the leg as he leant forward on the counter, resting the weight of his upper half on his elbows and crowding into Eddie’s space the same way that he always did to Steve.

“Much better now that you’re here.” He shifted to reach past Eddie to drop the tape back onto the re-shelving pile, successfully looking as if he’d done any work that morning. “We were just talking about you.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows, smirking slightly. “You were? I hope it was nothing bad.”

Steve chuckled slightly. “It’s always bad, but something tells me you don’t mind that.”

“Well,” Eddie’s smirk grew wider. “It depends if you prefer me bad.” He reached out to play with the zipper of Steve’s vest, the noise of the metal clicking against itself sounding louder than it should have in Steve’s ears.

He swallowed thickly. His brain was starting to conjure up images of exactly what Eddie meant about being bad. He’d seen the handcuffs, he’d heard a few stories told when they were high and had no inhibitions left. He didn’t think it was something he was interested in but maybe he was wrong.

It wasn’t fair that Eddie made him feel like this.

He glanced at Robin out of the corner of his eye.

She was still staring at him, but this time her expression was a mix between disappointment and intrigue. An interesting combination to be sure.

“So, what can we do for you, Eddie?” Robin asked, nudging at Steve until he was forced to stand up from the counter and out of Eddie’s space.

Steve glared at her when Eddie half turned to face the horror section. Posturing.

“Maybe I just wanted to see my favourite people,” Eddie batted his eyes lashes at Robin and rolled so he was looking up at her, belly up. “Maybe I would like a personalised recommendation from the only other person in this godforsaken town who understands real cinema.”

He stayed there, blinking and making a fool of himself until Robin groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Fine.” She moved over to the computer and Steve slid straight back into his spot.

Since Eddie was practically laid over the counter and Steve was deliberately pushing himself forward, they were closer than they’d probably ever been. Sure they had been close when they were high or drunk, using one another as legrests, pillows, blankets, but Steve had never gotten such a close look at Eddie while he was sober.

There was a lot of Eddie to look at, he made himself a lot to look at. From how clothes to the way he carried himself, everything about Eddie screamed “look at me!”

But there was one thing he just couldn’t take his eyes off.

“Did you change your shampoo?” He twisted one of the curls at the side of Eddie’s face around his pointer finger, marvelling at just how soft it was.

Eddie’s hair was a bit of a mystery. Steve had seen the products he used, 2-in-1 soap and nothing else, but it somehow worked for him.

Only now it looked shinier. Definitely healthier.

Eddie snorted. “Mrs Henderson sent some with Dustin last time I took him to the arcade. Said she had this kind of hair when she was growing up and if I don’t start looking after it now it’ll all fall out.”

Steve nodded, he knew that. There was an article about it in one of the magazines his mother always left on the coffee table.

He grew bolder combing his fingers through the strands, feeling their silkiness over and over again.

“It looks really good on you,” he said softly, almost distractedly.

“Stevie,” Eddie said slowly, deliberately. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Um,” Steve squeaked, he didn’t think he was going to be asked about it. “Yes?”

“Oh. Cool.”

“I’m sor—“ Steve pulled his hand out of Eddie’s hair to tuck it into the pocket of his work vest.

Eddie cut him off quickly. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Steve blinked. Somehow he hadn’t considered this as a possibility when he started.

“Like on a date?”

“Yes.”

Did he want to go on a date with Eddie?

Did he want to go on a date with a boy?

And when he thought about it, yes, he really did.

“Okay. Yeah.” Steve smiled. “Yeah, I would really like that.”

Eddie beamed at him. His whole face smiled when he did, his eyes crinkled and his tongue poked out slightly between his teeth, and he was perhaps the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

And it took playing along with what Eddie was probably only doing as a joke for him to realise.

Maybe he was as stupid as Dustin like to say he was.

He laughed. He couldn’t help it.

“Do you want to grab a movie?”

Eddie took a second to respond, seemingly lost in whatever thoughts about Steve he was having. His pale cheeks pinked up as he realised.

“Yeah, I’ll just go—“ he turned on his heel and disappeared into the stacks with a murmured comment about having a date with Steve Harrington, who’d’ve thunk.

“Steve?” Robin asked.

Steve, distractedly trying to spy Eddie through the small gaps between the display stands, replied, “Yeah?”

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

“I think I might be bisexual.”

[verdemoun]

you cannot tell me sean rebel stock macguire is going to give up crime no matter what😭

i'm sorry but he had too many motivations to give up crime.

he accidentally commits many many minor crimes that were not crimes in 1899 (drinking in public, public intoxication, good ol' five finger discount when he just wants the slightest crime adrenaline hit)

but ultimately his da moved to america to give sean a chance at a better life. his da would have been proud of him for living a law-abiding life and sean knows that

he has lenny. and hosea, and bessie, and kieran and arthur all trying to live normal lives. they're all struggling with the concept too and sean is actually one of the most adjusted to modern era he loves it and is getting to be respected and helpful teaching them modern era things!!

he's seen the callanders end up back in jail in timewarp and he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in a prison cell

he's happy!! he has lenny, his boyfriend, and there's no bounty hunters after them. it is the complete clean slate they never could get with the VDL gang and he's happy

also the VDLs didn't crime for crimes' sake. they had ideals and damn straight the boys hold onto those ideals. shoot those who need shooting yeah little tricky on that one but save those who need saving, feed those who need feeding?

give me lenny and sean volunteering at a food bank. sean intergenerational trauma macguire wishing he could show his da programs designed to make sure no one knows hunger the way his da did. sean delivering meals on wheels when he should barely have a license.

learning that modern era actually has things designed to support the ideals of justice the way they believed in it instead of old western vigilante justice. getting a job and being so comfortable they actually have money to give to the poor instead of having to run for their lives ala robin hood?

also getting arrested with isaac at least once for vandalising the wealthy neighbourhood but IT WAS ONE TIME he couldn't believe they were actually considering sending him to jail over poisoning their over-pruned garden

maybe guilty of attacking an abusive spouse with a tyre iron but also lenny the legal prodigy extraordinaire king of getting the gang off the hook with a very liberal application of self defense. first time one of them is actually tried for an offense damn straight hosea is using his hours of watching law and order to coach them into being the perfect sympathetic defendant

crime? no. fucking with the system? every day of the week

[russilton]

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I think the mediums were a solid strat, but that doesn’t discount George having to fight like hell to keep going, and LEWIS for managing a fastest lap on them. The work these two do when you give them the car for it 💯

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I started writing ST fic and then I lost all energy and confidence in it aheh no one is surprised. What it is with me and the linear narrative and how BAD i am at it

Hawkins, Indiana, is just like every other rural town. Hell, Eddie’s probably driven through it three times already this morning, rolling past the same wood-paneled station wagons, the same Mom and Pop stores with the same discounts, the same wind in his hair and his tyres kicking up the same late summer dust. They’ve been on the road since the sun was barely risen, and Eddie lost the convoy somewhere just off the interstate when he’d stopped off for a smoke and a piss. Wayne had warned him that they wouldn’t wait, that he’d have to find his own way to the new pitch, but he’s got a cherry slurpee sluicing the road dust from his throat and it’s hard to feel worried about getting lost when the town’s exactly the same as everywhere else. 

At a stop light just inside of city limits he wrestles a map flat over his steering wheel, Brian Johnson wailing in his ears as he traces the messy red line he’d drawn from the outskirts all through the centre of town, and then most of the way back out. He leans out of the window, craning around to look for a street sign, ignoring the asshole in the truck behind him who’s leaning on their horn.  

He’s in some kind of run-down retail zone, with a cut-rate PetSmart, a Family Video, and an arcade with a bunch of teenagers hanging around outside in the shade of one of the struggling trees. Closer to the road there are a couple of women with strollers, and Eddie clears his throat and gives them a winning smile, holding it steady even as the truck blasts past him on the right and a half-full beer can clangs against the side of his van. 

“Ladies,” he begins, and can’t help the way his grin spreads as they eye him sidelong and step a little further away. “Ladies, fair maidens, can you help a lowly traveler in need?” 

One of them, short and solid and with her arms folded comfortably across her chest, opens her mouth, but chokes off the word she started when the other - taller, dressed expensively, sour-faced - elbows her in the side. 

“I think you should keep right on traveling,” the sour-faced one says, and Eddie rolls his eyes and throws up the horns, stepping on the gas just before the light flicks to red and spinning his steering wheel, tyres squealing, so he can pull into the parking lot and stop his van across three spaces. 

He swings out of the driving seat and strolls over to the arcade, but his attention is entirely distracted by a guy wrestling with a cardboard cut-out of Harrison Ford in the window of the Family Video. Eddie tucks his hands into his pockets and watches with a smirk as the oversized cardboard figure fights back, toppling over and smacking the guy in the head. Squinting into the relative darkness of the store, Eddie can just about make out another employee collapsed over the desk, clearly enjoying the hell out of the guy’s misfortune, and he can’t resist barking out a laugh when the guy flips her the bird and then trips over the damn cut-out. 

Apparently his presence finally catches the guy’s attention, though, and Eddie is confronted with a sprawled out guy about his own age who is pushed up on his elbows and staring right at him through the smeared window of the Family Video. He’s got soulful deep-brown eyes and swooping brown hair that he flicks back out of his eyes, flushed and kind of goofy and with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Eddie hunches his shoulders, embarrassed, flushed and inexplicably dry-mouthed, as the guy lifts a hand and twiddles his fingers in a dorky little wave. 

[sostyreswheels]

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