Lardo Week 2019

July 14th-20th 2019

[halfdesertedstreets]

beginnings

Eyyyyy, it’s super late, but still! I wrote this for Day 1 of @lardo-week. This is the first part of the Lardo x Ransom x Holster backstory that I alluded to in Seventh Time’s the Charm. Someday there will be a sequel to that story detailing Ransom and Holster’s increasingly desperate failed attempts to propose, but that day is…not today. ^^; Instead, have the Lardo x Ransom get-together, with Holster to be included in a later installment. ;D

Warnings for this chapter: canon-typical alcohol consumption, characters having sex off-screen while moderately drunk, and ridiculous, ridiculous amounts of obliviousness.

Okay, so, fun fact, Ransom has always, always thought Lardo was super fucking hot.

He’s known this since Samwell’s Class of 2016 freshman orientation, when she was Larissa Duan in Group 5 and he was Justin Oluransi in Group 3, way before either of them became Lardo, SMH team manager, or Ransom, one half of the best D-man duo to ever grace Faber Memorial Rink.

Ransom’s pretty sure Lardo doesn’t remember their first first meeting, but he does.

“Hey, can you pass the salt?” somebody asks him, and when he turns around, salt shaker in hand, he does a double-take at the girl next to him—sleek shoulder-length black hair, piercing dark brown eyes set in a sharp-boned face, and a way of taking up the space around her that just screams bad-ass: an arm spread along the back of the bench, a foot resting across her knee, the tilt of her chin nothing but cool confidence.

She has a name tag on her shirt, same as his, except for the fact that there’s a doodle of a dragon on it, breathing fire that underlines the letters of her name:

Larissa D.

Ransom stares for a second or five, mute with the sudden shock of intense attraction.

“Uh, salt, dude?” the girl repeats, lifting a brow.

“Oh! Right, here, sorry,” Ransom replies, passing her the salt.

“Thanks, man,” she says, smirking.

Ransom blinks. The girl turns back to her table. And, well—that’s that. Ransom has officially met the hottest person he’s ever known.

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[willdexpoindexter]

It’s the last day of @lardo-week (and I almost missed it) and the prompt was a free space, so here’s my final chapter of The Bro Next Door

Day 7: Moving In

“So I was thinking,” Shitty said one afternoon that winter. They were curled up in Larissa’s apartment, fuzzy socks and cozy blankets, hot cocoa mugs discarded outside their cocoon of warm cuddles.

Lardo hummed in question.

“It seems silly to keep paying for two apartments.”

She shifted in the blanket nest to look at him. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Maybe?”

“Shits, we’ve only been dating for six months. Isn’t that a little fast?”

Shitty shrugged. “We kinda already live together though. Our stuff keeps ending up at each other’s places, we spend almost every day together. I dunno, it just seems like it makes sense.”

“You’ve really been thinking about this,” Lardo murmured.

“Well, yeah. But we have a bit to decide, my lease isn’t up for another three months.”

“So… what were you thinking?”

“Well,” Shitty laced his fingers through hers. “I don’t really care much about my place. And yours is so… lived in. Comfortable. Makes more sense if I just… moved in here?”

“Really?”

Shitty nodded, his cheeks pink. Larissa thought about it for a moment. She was very fond of her little one bedroom with a nook for art. She looked around at the home she had built for herself over the last eight months.

Her latest sculpture sat half-finished beside her easel, smock hanging on a hook between them. In the kitchen, she had neatly organized all her utensils, pots, and pans so they made sense to cook for herself, and now Shitty more often than not.

She noted all the little touches Shitty had added over their relationship as well. His jacket left permanently on her hall tree. His favorite takeout place’s menu stuck to the fridge. A sketch she had done of him tacked to the wall. She wouldn’t mind more additions like that, she decided.

“Yeah, that sounds awesome,” she nodded.

Shitty grinned wide and leaned in to kiss her.

“I love you, Lards.”

“Love you, too, Shits,” she grinned, before kissing him again.

Three months later, Jack, Tater, Ransom, and Holster lugged what of Shitty’s things he was keeping over to Lardo’s apartment, bringing the rest of the furniture to the curb or truck for things Ransom and Holster were taking.

“Easiest move, ever, bro,” Holster fist bumped Shitty. “And Lards! Welcome to the Samwell family.”

Lardo shook her head with a smile. These boys.

“What’dya think, Shits? Should we feed these guys pizza for helping us in the easiest move ever?”

“Already ordered,” Shitty said, looping an arm around her shoulders.

She lifted her chin up and he gave her a quick kiss.

“Fooooine!” Holster and Ransom chorused together.

“Shut up, we’re already buying you losers pizza,” Larissa scoffed.

Ransom and Holster exchanged a look and a shrug. Larissa snuggled back into Shitty’s chest as they all flopped down to wait for the pizza together. Unpacking could wait.

They had the rest of their lives.

[missweber]

Here’s the final part of this story for Day 7 (Free Day) of @lardo-week! Please excuse any typos, but I am falling asleep as I type. AO3 version goes up tomorrow. I had good intentions, but Benadryl.

(Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6)

Read the entire thing on AO3

Chapter 7 - to arrive where we started

“We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time”

–T.S. Eliot

A year after Lardo graduated, her bà ngoại moved into a retirement community. It wasn’t quite assisted living, but assistance was available. 

At first, Lardo’s mom looked at it as a failure on her own part. As a dutiful daughter, she should be the one to look after her mother in her old age just as her mother had looked after her during infancy.

Lardo knew all too well what it was like to struggle with the idea that what you thought you should do wasn’t always the right thing to do. 

Bà ngoại had laughed aside the idea as she patted mom’s hand. “We would murder each other, my precious girl. Besides, I’m going because I want go and before I have to go. And all of my friends are there. I’ll be able to play cards every day, if I like.”

Oh, yes. Cards. Lardo had seen bà ngoại at the card table. Bà ngoại at the card table was like Lardo at the pong table. 

It didn’t take much imagination to see a younger bà ngoại kicking everyone’s asses at flip cup. 

Scratch that. It didn’t take much imagination to see bà ngoại kicking everyone asses now.

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[siriuslyarrogant]

Lardo week day 7: Free day - Bisexual Lardo

@lardo-week

[rhythmelia]

Got this done just in time for @lardo-week​ 2019! Day 6: Friends and Lovers Go check out the other cool works: https://lardo-week.tumblr.com

Also gonna count this for Podfic Bingo! Squares: Gen and Try an Accent

Top image is a link! Clicky to go to AO3!

[top image description: screenshot of archiveofourown podfic listing for Tensionamento by Stultiloquentia, including archive tags and fic summary.]

Fandom: Check Please! Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lardo & Jack friendship Characters: Larissa “Lardo” Duan, Jack Zimmerman, Eric “Bitty” Bittle Additional Tags: Friendship, Massage, FRONDSHIP, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3 Summary: Seven hours hunched over a drafting table is bad choices.

Length: 15:59, 12.2 MB

[transarchive]

* “Just Lardo”

* They/them pronouns

* Lesbian

* First Gen Vietnamese

* Fine Arts Major

* Cherry Coke addict

* Collector of occult books

* Polyamorous

For @lardo-week

[greenishbucket]

five lardo fic recs!

for @lardo-week‘s free day. Not to mention all of the great stuff created earlier in the week!!

♡ ♡ ♡

i’ve been wandering by @zombiesolace

“fuck aliens” - Ransom probably - “no not like that” 

(or: when the crew of ERTH Samwell disappear on a standard space venture, Ransom and Lardo realise they’re probably gonna have to rescue them)

Lardo/Ransom, 4.7k. soooooooooo good, filled a place in my heart I didn’t know needed filling.

Third Times A Charm by fangirlingbooknerd

Shitty was secretly a sappy person. Okay, maybe he was a not-so-secretly sappy person. He was a big believer in telling people how loved and appreciated they were. He’s pretty good at it. Well, most of the time he’s pretty good at it. Every time he tries to tell Lardo how much he appreciates her, it comes out wrong. His proposal to her has to be perfect, but the last two times he tried, something went wrong. 

Lardo/Shitty, 1.6k. I love this trope and I love this ship and I love this fic!

a place and a name by figureskaterbitty

And so she became Lardo, and the closest to her true self she’s ever been.

Character study, 1k. Ugghghgh prose. PROSE.

kiss me till the morning light by @hockeydyke

Larissa Duan graduates from college, gets a girlfriend, and starts a farm. She really is living the dream.

Lardo/Camilla, 2.4k. Literally every it’s what she deserves/good for her reaction image, also this fic is sooo funny and so sweet at the same time.

Secondary by @dexondefense. 

“I feel like I don’t even know myself, you know? Like that sketch I told you about. Like…Like God or the universe or whatever had this idea of what I’m supposed to be and then they just…never filled it in. And now I’ve gotta fill it in myself and that’s bullshit.” She rubbed at her eyes before parting her fingers again. “Do you ever feel that way? Or am I just going insane?”

Johnson moved in what may have been a shrug. “I think that’s fairly common. Especially with secondary characters, like there’s a plot and an end game and you’re a part of it but you’re not the focus so all your details tend to get a little fuzzy beyond the basics.”

Lardo blinked hard, it felt like she hadn’t done that in a while. After a moment of deliberation she sat back up on her elbows to look at him. “I’m a secondary character?”

Lardo/Johnson, 3k. Not to sound fake deep but this was next level.

[missweber]

@lardo-week

For Day 6 of Lardo Week - Friends and Lovers

(Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5)

(FYI, I’ll start posting these to AO3 tomorrow after I get the last chapter up tomorrow and give everything a good scrubbing for lurking typos and the like)

the practical thing to do

It wasn’t that Lardo wasn’t earning money. She had two decent part-time jobs and had even picked up a couple of freelance assignments. 

One of the freelance assignments (painting the risers of a staircase in an old house-turned-bookstore to resemble shelves of children’s books) had been fun and had paid fairly well, but it hadn’t led to any nibbles from potential patrons.

She had time, she reminded herself. There was nothing wrong with working part-time for a gallery and for a local youth hockey organization. There was nothing wrong with creating some stability for herself.

But something was wrong.

“Can I vent?” She had timed her question for when Ransom and Holster were home and Shitty was at an evening seminar. As for She-Who-Would-Not-Be-Named, Lardo didn’t really give a shit if she was home or not.

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[siriuslyarrogant]

Lardo week day 6: Friends and Lovers

@lardo-week

So for this it is kind of a continuation of my post for day 5: memories + day 2: accident

This is a very rough idea as I don't one) have time to write and two) I also don't have the talent. Lardo after she realises that she can do something about finding a sense of belonging. Packs up her bags and plans a two weekish road trip around America. Well first she thanks past self for picking a job that 1) have a good amount of holiday pay available and 2) that they allow her to leave for holiday with only a weeks notice.

She stay in NYC - where she lives heads up to her parents in Boston.Then Jack and Bitty in Providence. She stays a day in Baltimore with Ransom and Holster and then heads down to D.C where Shitty now works and spends a night in his guest room. She gets a Motel room on the way to Dallas. And then after explaining her plan to her girlfriend , also spends the night on her couch. Then she travels to Arizona , staying a night in another motel on the way. She stays with Farmer and Chower - who plays for the Coyotes for the night and even goes to watch Chowers game against the Maple Leafs. She stays on nights in Las Vegas in one of Kent Parsons many guest rooms and manges to win over Kit in about three seconds. Lardo goes to Silicon Valley the next day and hangs out with Dex. She stays in a hotel and then heads up to Seattle the next day to see Nursey. And after making Lardo go and get what is apparently The Worlds Best Coffee , she stays on his couch for the night. It's while she's leaving Seattle that she sees Johnson on the side of the road trying to hitchhike she stops for him and then is given about a half hour speech on belonging . He also offers to drive so they don't have sleep overnight anywhere. She drops him off in Minnesota and heads down to Chicago to see Alex - a non related to SMH friend. After staying the night with her , Lardo heads to Detroit where Jeff 'Swoops' Troy got traded to a couple years ago. She doesn't really have a reason for stopping aside for the fact Kent recommended she did and that Detroit is only 5 hours from Chicago. Turns out Kent was right and maybe Lardos sense of belonging just always lies with hockey players.

[willdexpoindexter]

Ready to be totally out-cuted by lardo and shitty? good, because it’s @lardo-week day 6

Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || ao3

Day 6: Friends and Lovers

“I still can’t believe your neighbor is just casually friends with hockey superstars,” Maggie sighed. “But he throws a good party so here we go, I guess.”

“You like him. And them. I know you don’t suffer fools, Maggie,” Larissa said with a smirk. 

“I do not. They’re… fine.”

“A ringing endorsement.”

Maggie laughed. “Yes, fine, I like your weird neighbor and his sports friends. You happy now?”

Larissa nodded. She hadn’t actually told Maggie she and Shitty were dating yet, but she had planned to this evening. When the moment was right. 

“Come on, let’s head over.” Larissa scooped up the six pack and the bag of chips she’d promised Shitty and headed for the door, Maggie trailing behind. 

The party was chill, just a handful of Shitty’s college friends, Jack and Tater (Mashkov insisted Larissa call him that), and her and Maggie. She ruffled Shitty’s hair as she walked past on her way to the kitchen and he shot her a soft smile. 

Jack watched her carefully as she disappeared into the kitchen with the beer. They had yet to tell Shitty’s friends, either, though she was almost certain Jack knew. He had a knack for these things, Shitty had said. Beside the point. They were gonna tell them. 

Tonight. 

Probably. 

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[missweber]

@lardo-week

For Day 5 of Lardo Weed- “Epiphany”

(Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4) 

(chapters can all be read as stand-alones if you prefer)

conversations in silence

If anything, Jack’s playoffs run felt like an extension of their time at Samwell. There weren’t any classes or exams, but the core of the SMH crew was still together and being loud the way only they could be.

And when Jack won the Cup, it was like the kegster to end all kegsters. Plus, you know, all the drama about him coming out in the most over-the-top way possible.

“Only you, Jack,” she told him, rolling her eyes and sighing. They had grabbed a moment of peace out on his balcony while the others recovered from their post-parade hangovers.

He laughed the way he usually did: two flat, awkward syllables. 

“Worth it,” he said, sing-song. 

This was followed by the kind of quiet she knew better than to interrupt. That was one of the reasons the two of them were such good friends—they understood that silence was its own kind of speech.

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[lardo-week]

Day 7 of Lardo Week!

Prompt of the Day: Free Day! Post whatever Lardo-centric content you want!  Mini-prompt: Carpe Diem

(mini-prompts can be tagged the same way as long-form content for this week or submitted as an ask to this blog. It should be something short and/or low-commitment that you can finish in a few hours. consider drabbles, quick edits, playlists, headcanons, whatever you want!)

We’ll be following the tags “LARDO WEEK” and “OMGLARDOWEEK” but tagging @lardo-week is always easiest.

If you’re behind on prompts/still want to participate, don’t worry! We’ll be reblogging any last minute submissions today and tomorrow (7/21)

If you don’t see your post reblogged here within 24 hours, go ahead and give us a nudge! If you have any questions please feel free to reference the faq or send an ask.

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[lardo-week]

Day 6 of Lardo Week!

Prompt of the Day: Friends and Lovers Mini-prompt: Collective

(mini-prompts can be tagged the same way as long-form content for this week or submitted as an ask to this blog. It should be something short and/or low-commitment that you can finish in a few hours. consider drabbles, quick edits, playlists, headcanons, whatever you want!)

We’ll be following the tags “LARDO WEEK” and “OMGLARDOWEEK” but tagging @lardo-week is always easiest.

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[siriuslyarrogant]

Epiphany

Lardo week day 5: Epiphany

@lardo-week

Epiphany: A moment of sudden realisation

A list of the many realisations Larissa 'Lardo' Duan went through during her time at Samwell

1. That yes she was attracted to girl and no it wasn't a phase. - Camilla's smile brought this on

2. That despite what her family thinks an art degree is worth and she will have a career as an artist - someone bought her painting at an art show

3. That she was in love again - shitty got accepted to havard

4. That the smell of old gym shorts will fovebwr haunt her nostrils - about anweek into staying at the haus and having to walk over yet another pair of shittys shorts

5. That leaving samwell will be one of the hardest she has to do in her life - her graduation

6. That any store bought pie/ really any baked good is now ruined for her - the first she trys bittys baking

7. That sometimes breakups have to happen - Camilla breaking up her before her Kenya trip

8. That maybe she shouldn't try to spray paint a 100 little seashells for project again - after she spent 4 hours doing so the first time and getting a multitude of different colours of spray paint on her overalls

9. That becoming the hockey team manger was a great decision - after ransom and holster give her the name Lardo

10. The 30 rock theme song is going to be fovever struck in her head - after she hears for about the millionth time since holster just has to have watching an episode as his pre game thing

[willdexpoindexter]

it’s finally here. the day you’ve all been waiting for. day 5 of @lardo-week where they finally talk about their feelings!

Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || ao3

Day 5: Epiphany

After Shitty had gone home that evening, the two of them exchanging a slightly buzzed hug and making vague plans to see each other again soon, Larissa let her mind wander back to her earlier revelation. 

When had Shitty become the person she thought of first? And what did it mean? 

Larissa was bi, had known it for years, and she tended to date mostly women, but she largely blamed that on the general state of men. Who could blame her for wanting an emotionally intelligent partner who put in the work to make their relationship thrive? It wasn’t her fault that was usually a woman. 

But Shitty. 

She allowed herself to daydream for a moment. Imagined going to him when she needed comforting and knew he would do everything he could to help her. She imagined spending time with him, comfortably calm together, her cold toes tucked under his warm thighs, and felt a sense of calm. And she imagined kissing him. And that went… well. She tried to blame her body’s reaction on the couple of beers they had shared but knew that was a weak excuse. 

The more she thought about it all, the more she thought she might already be a little in love with her next-door neighbor. Now the only question was: what should she do about it?

She saw him the next day in the laundry room and this time she couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach. 

“Hey, Shits.” 

“Sup, Lards!” 

When had she started thinking his smile was beautiful? She dropped her basket and offered a fist which Shitty bumped easily. After her laundry was happily spinning in the washer, she hopped up on the top of one and looked at Shitty. 

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[tangotangredi]

@lardo-week 2019 - Day 5 - Epiphany

Every creator has had a block of some kind at some point. Staring at that black document or canvas and having no ideas or motivation is the worst. It happens to everyone and when there’s that breakthrough it’s an epiphany of sorts.

[lardo-week]

Day 5 of Lardo Week!

Prompt of the Day: Epiphany   Mini-prompt: Canvas

(mini-prompts can be tagged the same way as long-form content for this week or submitted as an ask to this blog. It should be something short and/or low-commitment that you can finish in a few hours. consider drabbles, quick edits, playlists, headcanons, whatever you want!)

We’ll be following the tags “LARDO WEEK” and “OMGLARDOWEEK” but tagging @lardo-week is always easiest.

If you don’t see your post reblogged here within 24 hours, go ahead and give us a nudge! If you have any questions please feel free to reference the faq or send an ask.

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