#frostys fics

[eddiestattoos]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Diaz & Josh Russo, Maddie Buckley & Josh Russo, Eddie Diaz & Firehouse 118 Crew (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Josh Russo, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson, Howie “Chimney” Han Additional Tags: Halloween Costumes, Crushes, Denial of Feelings, No Plot/Plotless, Eddie Diaz's Mustache (9-1-1 TV), there was wine involved in the writing process for this one I won't lie, Episode: s08e05 Masks (9-1-1 TV) Summary:

Josh has been incredibly quiet about his halloween costume for the first time maybe ever. When he shows up to work, not a single person has to ask what his totally unobvious costume is supposed to be (Josh dresses as Eddie for Halloween and is immediately seen by Maddie)

[lanechester]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Smallville Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Carter Hall & Lois Lane Characters: Lois Lane, Carter Hall Additional Tags: Episode: s10e02 Shield, Destiny, Africa, Mythology References, Superman References (DCU) Summary:

Lois takes on Africa to avoid her feelings, but a new friend gives her all she needs to see her destiny is in fact with Clark

[endlesslytired]

[cringefail-clown]

this one never showed up in tagz even when i changed stuff around so im reposting it ILL NOT BE SILENCED. anyway ive drawn this one for bones of black marrow on ao3 its literally one of my favorite fics out there. theres a lot of bangin in this one tho so beware!! the pron IS the plot

[suitelif3]

A Hot Frosty Steve

rated t | cw: recreational drug use | wc: 4.5k

ao3

For @steddiemas, prompt: snowman

I based this idea on that new movie where a snowman becomes a real man and made it steddie haha (I have not seen the movie)

thank you to my beta reader @hiseyebrowsaregone for all the help!!

**

Eddie’s walk through the Christmas lights was savored by the hot chocolate he has clutched in his hands. His personal annual tradition was even better than last year since it seems more people participated in putting up lights.

He’s loving it even more considering how stoned he got before leaving on his little walk through town. The hot chocolate tastes that much sweeter and the lights are blinking brighter ever so slightly.

Although he can barely feel his toes through all the snow, he’s having a great time. A downright jolly time.

He continues walking down the road, the only ground he can get any reprieve from the snow, sipping at his hot chocolate.

But wait-

Is that a man?

He goes to investigate, while trudging through the snow - he mourns the loss of feeling in his toes, to this strange looking man.

Eddie stops to see a snowman, but not just any snowman. A snowman that looks shaped by the gods. It’s a such a realistic sculpture of a man, Eddie can’t help but silently applaud whoever made this masterpiece.

He laughs at the notion that it was a real man, he must be more stoned than he thought.

He wonders who created this absolute hunk of a snowman, and briefly wishes he could take him home.

Giving the snowman a glance once more he notices it has everything except for a scarf. While the snowman doesn’t need coal for eyes or sticks for arms since they’re carved out, he needs a hat or scarf, and has neither. That just won’t do.

He unwraps his red knitted scarf and puts it around the snowman, it looks better on him anyway.

Eddie turns away to start heading back to his trailer as his tradition is deemed a success. He walks a little faster trying to get some feeling back in his toes, and yup, his fingers too. He can’t wait to get back into the warmth of the trailer.

He makes it a little ways down the road when he hears some shuffling. It sounds like someone in the snow?

He turns around to check but no one is there, except for his snowman, who is still pretty far from him. He shrugs and continues on his way.

He makes it down the street when he hears the sound of a branch breaking. This time he jerks around, looking for the culprit. All he sees is his snowman again, but his snowman is closer? How is that possible?

His snowman is still facing the street, back against the start of the forest, but he’s marginally closer to Eddie than he was before. And the snow isn’t twinkling off the man anymore. He squints his eyes trying to get a better look.

He makes the decision to just go up to him, even if it means sacrificing the heat the trailer will bring just a little longer. As he starts getting closer, he starts to realize the snowman doesn’t seem to be all that snowy anymore.

His arms are tan, the hair is chestnut, his face is blushing red and everything about him is decidedly not white like snow. And the man is naked with only Eddie’s scarf around him.

Eddie rushes up to him, notices warm brown eyes staring back at him and screams.

The man screams back at him, with much higher pitch.

“Who are you?” Eddie demands.

“Uh- I don’t know.” The naked man replies.

“Were you the snowman?!” Eddie shrieks.

“What’s a snowman?” The naked man smiles.

Oh my god, Eddie is losing his mind. That’s what’s happening right now. He just smoked a lot more than he originally thought and is now experiencing hallucinations. Although, he didn’t think you could hallucinate on weed, but he obviously is! The best course of action right now is to continue on to his trailer, drink loads of water, and warm up in blankets with some much needed sleep. Then everything will be fine in the morning.

“Okay.” He turns to continue to his trailer planning to do just that.

“Hey, wait!” The snowman shouts. He catches up the Eddie, matching pace with him.

They walk in silence for a bit, and Eddie stews in his thoughts of weed effects. Is he overdosing right now?!

“So, where are we?” The snowman speaks.

Eddie glances at him, but turns back to the road when he remembers, naked.

“Hawkins, Indiana.”

Maybe this is subconscious speaking to him, trying to get him to repeat things he should know. So he knows he’s still coherent.

“What do you do in Hawkins, Indiana?” The snowman asks.

“Nothing really.” Eddie’s not sure how to reply. Is he really talking to a naked snowman right now? He seems to be more of a naked man right now though. Actually-

“Aren’t you cold? You only have a scarf on.”

The snowman shrugs, “It’s not too bad. I’m pretty comfortable right now. Guess I’m used to it.”

“Right…”

They go back to silence. After a couple moments, the trailer is finally in view.

“Alright, Mr. Snowman, it’s been nice, but I have some blankets to wrap up in and sleep to catch up on. So hopefully I won’t ever see you again, and I can go back to my completely normal, non-hallucinogenic life.” Eddie grins and stomps up the stairs, ridding his boots of the last bits of snow.

“Wait, uh, where am I supposed to go?” The snowman asks him, his honey eyes staring up at him.

“I imagine back to where I first saw you, I’ll check on you tomorrow, to see you all made of snow again.”

“I don’t know where that is.”

“Just walk back down the road, I’m sure you’ll find it.”

“But I don’t want to go back, I want to stay with you.” The snowman pleads.

Fuck, those eyes are really working on him.

“Well, you can’t stay here, you’ll melt. Since you’re made of snow and everything.”

The man looks down at himself and up at Eddie with an unimpressed stare.

“If I was made of snow, I think I would know.”

“Well obviously not now! But you were and you will be, you just aren’t right now because my mind is playing tricks on me with some ridiculously good kush and I need to sleep it off!” Eddie cries.

“But I don’t have anywhere else to go.” The once snowman looks sad, and those eyes are dangerously close to watering. Eddie just can’t have this gorgeous man crying at him, no matter how unreal he his.

“Ugh, fineeee. You can come in, but you better be gone by morning.” Eddie grumbles to himself, keying open the door. He takes off his boots, hangs his coat by the door, puts his mug in the sink, and turns up their heater plus ten. He can’t feel any of his toes or fingers.

He sees the snowman standing in the doorway, taking everything in. Eddie quickly ushers him in, closing the door behind him.

“Um, do you want to watch something? I gotta warm up before trying to sleep, so I guess we can chill before then?” Eddie asks.

“Sure.”

First order of business, getting some clothes for the snowman. Second, he grabs any and all blankets he can find. He throws them all on the couch and hands the clothes to the still very much naked man.

“What do I do with these?” The man picks at them.

Eddie tries not to be offended since those are some of his comfiest sweaters and sweats!

“You put them on, for your modesty dude.” Also the fact that he can’t focus when a naked gorgeous man is walking around his living room. But Eddie doesn’t mention that.

The man picks up the boxers first with a confused expression. Eddie sighs and mimes putting pants on. That seems to jog the man’s memory and he put on the boxers and sweats. Eddie says a silent goodbye to the view.

The man has some trouble with the sweater, so Eddie helps him out a bit. With the sweater on, they’re much closer than Eddie was expecting.

He can see specks of gold in the man’s eyes, his hair shining perfectly and his lips jutted out in a perfect, pink pout. Eddie wants to reach out and touch but is suddenly reminded about how not real this man is.

He clears his throat loudly. “Okay! Let’s watch something.”

He grabs to remote to turn the tv on and dives into his mound of blankets. He rearranges them all around him so he can gather every bit of warmth and pats the seat next to him.

The man sits down, getting comfy. Eddie offers him a blanket but he just shakes his head.

Eddie shrugs and looks to see what’s playing on the tv. It’s just some sort of soap opera that’s been running for too long probably. Eddie could care less to be honest, so he zones out. He can’t help thinking he doesn’t feel high anymore, the feeling he got from the weed seems to have burned off, so why was he still seeing this man?

Maybe Rick dosed it with something else so it wasn’t entirely weed? Or maybe Rick didn’t try it this time and the guy he got it from dosed it? Is he on another drug that doesn’t feel like anything but has a lot of visuals? But nothing else is moving, and the Christmas lights seem normal, not overly blinking or bleeding together. Maybe he’s just sleep deprived. Wouldn’t be the first time, but last time he didn’t hallucinate a whole person. Is he lonely? Is that why his subconscious wants him to talk to someone. This was all so confusing.

“Hey, what’s your name?” The man spoke and Eddie jumps, not expecting it.

“My name’s Eddie.” He grins.

“Oh, cool. Can you call me Steve?” The man asks.

“I guess, what made you want to be called Steve?” Eddie was curious.

Steve gestures toward the tv. The soap opera Eddie had never seen or at least paid attention to was still playing. A blonde boy pops up and Steve points.

“I like him. His character is cool and I like the name.”

“Alright, I‘ll call you Steve.” Eddie smiles at the snowman, that’s now a man, called Steve.

“Thanks.” Steve says softly.

Steve pulls at Ed-his sweater, “Is it a little warm in here?”

Eddie, who’s barely regaining any feeling in his toes, empathetically replies, “No?”

“Oh, must be me then. I’m getting a little overheated. Are you sure I can’t take this off again?” Steve pulls at the sweater by his sides.

“I mean how hot are you?” Eddie reaches over to touch Steve’s hand, and feels his icy skin.

“Steve! You’re like freezing cold, you should be under these blankets with me! How are you not freezing?!”

“I’m actually just really hot.” He could say that again. “I thought it was nice outside, not too cold. It burns a little being in here.”

Eddie’s gears were turning.

“Hm, yeah, I can see that. You were a snowman before so maybe you just need to stay in the cold. I guess it could feel like you’re melting if heated up too long.”

Eddie is really rocking this whole hallucination thing.

“Oh okay, should I stand outside then?” Steve wonders.

“Maybe, I can stand out there with you for a little bit while I smoke. But then I gotta come back in before I lose all my extremities.” Eddie teases.

The cold might sober him up a little too.

He grabs his pack of cigarettes and a lighter and heads outside with Steve.

The cold air rushes in and Eddie is freezing all over again. His fingers are definitely numb at this point.

He stands on the little porch next to Steve and lights his cigarette, putting it between his lips and taking a long drag.

He watches as Steve looks out to the snow with a small smile on his face. His snowman really is beautiful, is downright one of the most handsome men Eddie has ever seen.

“What do you usually like to do in the snow?” Steve asks.

“Nothing really…I didn’t usually play in the snow growing up. And it doesn’t snow as often here.”

“Why not?”

“Well I think because the world gets a little hotter each year so it’s harder for it to stay on the ground.”

Steve giggles. “No, I mean why didn’t you play in it when you were younger.”

“Oh!” Eddie snaps his fingers. “Well, I grew up with my old man and he never let me play outside when it snowed. Said it would be too much to clean when I came back inside, and we didn’t have a fireplace so it would’ve been harder for me to keep warm after I guess. Here it’s better though, Wayne doesn’t care and the snow is prettier.”

“Ah, who is Wayne?”

“He’s my uncle, took me in after my dad left, been livin’ with him since. It’s been a lot better.” Eddie tilts his head toward Steve.

“Hmm, well might I suggest some sledding or snowball fights, or maybe even snow angels for things to do in the snow?” Steve has a twinkle in his eye, thinking of all the ways to play in the snow.

Eddie grins. “Yeah, sounds fun, Stevie. Maybe I’ll invite some of my sheeps to come play sometime this winter. Before all the snow melts.”

“You have sheep?” Steve asks bewildered.

Eddie laughs, a full belly laugh. “Well, they’re not real sheep, they’re some kids I like helping at my high school. Kinda some outcasts, you know. Not many people like to talk to us, so I just take them in, show them the ropes of surviving in high school. They’re good kids.”

“That sounds nice, I wish I knew what it was like to have a family. Maybe some kids, we could all play in the snow together.”

“Yeah, do you even know how to have kids?”

“I imagine you just make them out of snow, and they’ll appear.”

Eddie snorts. “Well, maybe. I guess it worked with you.”

Eddie flicks some ash off his cigarette. It’s kinda nice talking to Steve, even if he is a figment of his imagination.

“What do you like to do big boy? Any favorite snow activities?”

Steve smiles brightly. “Well, I love anything you can do in the snow, but my favorite thing would have to be this.“

Steve grabs some snow from the ground, flattening it in his hand and rolling it. He repeats it a couple times until he holds out a snow rose to Eddie.

Eddie gapes at him, “How did you even do that?”

Steve shrugs. “It’s fun to make things with the snow.”

Eddie shivers from the cold, he lets go of his cig and snubs it out with his shoe.

“Here, it looks like you need this more than I do.” Steve unwraps the red scarf Eddie put on him, and wraps it around Eddie, pulling him closer. Steve tangles the ends into a knot, and smiles shyly at him.

Eddie flushes.

The man is hot, who can blame him?

“Okay, well, I’m gonna head inside. It’s still a little too cold for me out here, but you can stay out here as long as you need, and you can come inside whenever. I’ll just be in my room if you need anything. Goodnight Steve.”

Eddie salutes to him, not sure how to end this little hallucination, and rushes inside.

After he’s lying in bed, leagues warmer than before, he realizes he’s no longer tired.

“Fuck.”

**

“Boy, if you don’t get up now.” Eddie hears Wayne vaguely hiss.

“Eddie!” Wayne claps and startles Eddie awake. “What the hell is some shirtless boy doin’ in our house!”

“Mnngh, what?” Eddie mumbles.

“A boy, that’s shirtless, is in our livin’ room. Now, I don’ mind what you do, or how you live your life, you know this. But I do care when you invite a boy over without tellin’ me.”

Eddie’s mind was still fuddled with sleep, but the longer Wayne spoke, the more Eddie panicked. How was Wayne able to see Steve?! He should’ve been gone, he’s completely sober now! And not as sleep deprived! This was bad, how was this snowman alive?!

“Oh my god.”

“Eddie! For god’s sake. Get dressed, and start making breakfast for him or something. I taught you to treat your partner right, even if it’s one night.”

“Oh god! Wayne please stop talking. It’s not what you think.” This was so embarrassing, Eddie will never be able to bring someone here again.

Wayne gave him a deadpan look.

“Sure, son. I’m going to bed, just tell that boy to put on a shirt.”

Eddie flops over and groans. He pulls his pillow over his face before attempting to get up.

What should he do about Steve?

His mind starts to drift, wondering if he has a time limit, will he go back to snow soon? Is there a way for him not to feel like he’s melting?

After he stumbles into the living room, telling Steve to put on a shirt while blushing profusely, he decides to call in his reinforcements.

The party all shows up half an hour later.

They crowd around Steve, who’s sitting on the couch wringing his hands together nervously.

Dustin starts the onslaught of questions, all of them rushing to ask, voices overlapping each other - “Who are you?” “Do you remember anything before?” “You used to be snow?!” “How’d you become alive?” “Are you going back to snow?”

A voice pipes up from the back, “It was my fault.”

Everyone turns to look at Jane, she has a guilty look on her face. “I made him come alive.” She looks at Eddie. “Max and I were playing a game, and I saw you with him” - she points to her head - “when you were putting your scarf on him, so I searched for his mind, and gave him form.”

“You can do that?” Mike exclaims.

Jane shrugs. “I’ve never tried before, but yes.”

Everyone gapes at her, but Eddie has to know, “Will he turn back? I mean does he have a certain amount of time before going back to snow?”

“I don’t know.” She replies.

Eddie nods.

The kids go back to asking a million questions, this time pointed at Jane.

Eddie stares at Steve. Knowing he’s not a figment of his imagination anymore makes him feel better. This Steve is real, he’s living and breathing and hot. He really hopes Steve won’t turn back to snow, he seems pretty cool.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he rounds up the kids again.

“Hey! Why don’t we go outside and have some fun in the snow? I’m sure Steve knows a thing or two about what to do.”

Steve’s responding grin is blinding.

“Yeah! We could go sledding, make snow angels and have snowball fights.”

They all pause for a moment before shouting bouts of excitement.

Eddie bundles up, with the kids following suit. Everyone heads out into the snow, Steve being the only one in sweats and a flimsy t-shirt.

Steve leads the group toward the woods, giving them more space to play and there’s a steep hill leading into the trees.

Eddie grabs some trashcan lids for sledding before chasing after them.

The blanket of snow is thicker across the ground since the full night of snow flurries. It’s a blinding white, the sun shining off the snow clustered on top of hanging branches.

He hands the lids to Dustin and Lucas, each of them racing to the hill, plopping onto the lids, and flying down. Their laughter is heard from the woods as they stumble out of the woods, and up the hill.

“You have to watch out for the trees! But it’s fun, it’s like a game trying to avoid them at the bottom.” Dustin laughs.

They all take turns going down, but when it gets to Eddie and Steve, he’s suddenly nervous.

It would be just his luck to sled down head first into a tree next to the hottest guy he knows. Steve senses his hesitance, “What’s wrong?”

“Just don’t wanna crash into a tree, man. Would ruin my street cred.” Eddie laughs it off.

“We can hold hands going down? We could help steer each other away from them.” Steve suggests, eyes searching Eddie’s imploringly.

“Huh. Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Eddie will take any excuse to hold his hand. Eddie puts his gloved hand in Steve’s bare one, Steve lacing their fingers together.

They slowly inch off the hill together, before Eddie’s lid slips, bringing Steve down with him. The wind rushes past his ears, blowing his hair back and the cold chill seeps into his cheeks. He keeps a tight grip around Steve’s hand, his eyes watering against the cold, with trees coming up fast. Steve pulls him out of the way of one, but they’re still speeding on, the lids not offering much friction.

A tree ends up right on target for Steve so Eddie tugs his hand as hard as he can, with maybe a little too much strength, because Steve barrels into his lid, crashing into Eddie, both of them slipping off and rolling.

When they finally come to a stop, Steve is on top of him, pinning him down. His eyes are glowing with rosy cheeks. Eddie can’t look away.

Too lost in taking Steve in, the sudden white flakes in his hair makes Eddie giggle, hearing the cackles of the kids around them.

Steve rolls off of him, rushing to stand with snowballs already in his hands. The kids scream and scatter into the trees. Eddie hauls himself up to start preparing snowballs. Steve takes off running after them, and Eddie searches for them by hiding behind trees.

The kids are ruthless, coming at Eddie and Steve in all directions. Steve followed Eddie’s example of hiding behind trees to have some relief from the snowballs hurling toward them at all times. They joined together, “We need a game plan.”

“What if one of us is offense and the other defense?” Steve suggests.

Eddie squints his eyes. “How do you know about sports?”

“Had a lot of time last night, I watched a lot of tv.”

“Ah, well, I think you should be offense since the cold snow doesn’t affect you as much.”

“Mm, you’re probably right. Okay, I’ll come at them from the side, you stay behind the tree where you think they’ll start running so we can get them from both sides.”

“I like the way you think, Steve.”

Steve has a soft smile on his face. “Thanks. Ready?”

“Let’s do this.”

Steve’s plan worked wonders, the kids run away from him straight toward Eddie who’s at the ready, drenching them with snowballs. Steve runs after them throwing snowballs, and they are quickly humbled from the amount of snow covering them at the end of the fight.

Eddie cackles, and Steve runs into him, hugging and jumping them up and down.

“We did it! The plan worked!”

“Your plan worked, Stevie. I’m just glad I was apart of it so I didn’t get drenched in snow too.”

“Don’t be humble, you were a great asset.” Steve brings his hand up, brushing some snow out of Eddie’s bangs.

Eddie notices Steve getting closer.

“Excuse me! Are we going inside anytime soon? We’re all pretty cold now if you haven’t noticed.” Dustin shouts.

Eddie and Steve spring apart, the former rolling his eyes. “Jeez dude. Yes, you can go inside anytime the door is open. Go get warm, we’ll come in later.”

“You don’t want to go inside to get warm too?” Steve asks.

Eddie and Steve slowly start walking back to the trailer together, their arms brushing.

“I’ll go inside later, I know it gets warm for you and I’d rather be outside with you anyway instead of inside with those little twerps.”

“I’d rather be outside with you too. But they’re fun, good kids.”

“Oh yeah, no, the best. Just a little exhausting sometimes.”

“Makes sense. Maybe you just need help wearing them out.”

Eddie glances at Steve. “That would be nice.” He says faintly.

They walk back in silence, only the crunching of snow beneath their feet being heard, the snow around them being touched and messy than the pristine snow from before their adventure with the kids.

When they get back to the trailer, Eddie stays on the porch with Steve, peeking inside to see the kids cuddled around the couch with blankets piled on top of them. He reminds himself to make hot chocolate for them later, knowing they’ll appreciate it after all the excitement and cold of being in the snow.

“I just realized, we never made those snow angels.”

Steve blushes. “Oh, I didn’t think you would remember. We don’t have to, it was just another idea.”

“Come onnn, Steve. It’s something you wanted to do, so we should. You probably won’t get me in the snow this long again. It’s so cold.” Eddie tugs on Steve’s hand, bringing them to the yard again. Eddie hunts down a perfect pristine part of snow.

He plops down, spreading his arms and legs wide open, dragging them against the snow. Above him, Steve’s face is red, but he quickly joins in next to him.

Their hands brush when making their wings, heads turned to each other with big grins on their faces.

“Eddie, thanks for suggesting this day outside. It’s been the best day, I don’t want it to end.”

“I don’t want it to end either. Even though I’m freezing my ass off, you make me feel a little warmer.”

Steve smiles at him, and reaches over to grab Eddie’s hand. “I really like hanging out with you.”

Eddie squeezes his hand. “Me too, Steve.”

Deciding to just go for it, Eddie leans over to Steve, kissing him soft and chaste. Steve’s lips are cold to the touch, but when Steve deepens the kiss, it gets much warmer. Steve’s tongue pushes against Eddie’s lips.

Steve breaks away after a moment. “Eddie.” He whispers. “I’m cold.”

Eddie’s eyes grow wide, worried about him.

“You’re cold?! But I thought you couldn’t get cold?”

“Well, I’m cold now. Freezing, actually.”

“Let’s get you inside then!” Eddie pulls Steve up, rushing to get him inside.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Steve sighs, and grabs a blanket from the kids’ pile. Shouts of protest begin before Eddie shuts it down with a look.

With Steve all wrapped up in a blanket, he turns to Eddie. “I don’t feel like I’m going to melt anymore.”

Eddie barely has time to process that this means Steve is real. He’s not a snowman anymore, but completely and utterly real. He strides over to Steve, grasps his face, leaning into him with lips pressing gently against him. He barely hears the groans of disgust in the background, too focused on Steve’s warm hands around him.

He’ll have to remember to thank Jane for making the snowman his.

**

the show Steve gets his name from is Dynasty, from the character Steve Carrington, who’s gay in the show

this story really got away from me, I wrote so much more than I thought it was going to be, but it was fun writing!

[frosty-tian]

Boulgram thoughts on Boulder being shrunk down and kissing is cool but also just realized that Graham can cup Boulder’s face/helm with one hand and it must’ve been an odd feeling because he’s so used to Boulder cupping his head/face but Boulder be so happy they could do this now and leans into his hand and enjoying the fact he can feel Graham’s warmth so much more (instead of only small spots) and gently holding onto his cupping hand with his shrunk down digits but very gently because he’s so used to being careful/treating everything around him as mega delicate/still fear he might break something but he’s just so happy in the moment, and and and-

(Oh my Lord the pre-sleep brain worms.)

[t1meslayer]

Live Wire

I like the featured image I made for last year's Mariver fic a bit better, but let's not worry about that

Hey hey!! Welcome to:

Mariver Week 2024

Or... Welcome to the end of it. Life's been a bit. Much. So, I only really had time to write the one fic for Free Day (forgive me for this transgression oh Mariver CEO @squidryder).

I do think this one is a banger, at least.

It even has... Surprise art???

We go all out for our faves on the T1meslayer channel, folks.

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Fandom: Splatoon

Pairing: Marie/Shiver (part of my "Mariver Madness" series)

Summary: Deep Cut's Frosty Fest broadcast takes an unexpected turn when Shiver's team has a fortuitous upswing.

Click through the Read More below to get a preview of my favorite lesbian cephalopods. Thanks for reading <3

"Frye, I told you: nobody's favorite holiday cookie is peppermint flavored." They snicker condescendingly. "Bevvies? Sure. But biting into a chewy chunk of toothpaste isn't winning any awards."

"Says you!" Frye throws her nastiest, stankiest face toward Shiver, and then sticks out her yellow-dyed tongue. "Some of us LIKE a little flavor in our desserts."

"Ay… ('A little' is being generous…)"

[ramsaybaggins]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Cursed Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Falling In Love, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, Happy Ending, Getting Together Summary:

Stede Bonnet did not expect the snowman in his garden to come to life for Christmas. He also didn't expect to fall in love. The vaguest AU of Hot Frosty.

"So you're…"

"The snowman, yes."

[astral-express-family]

Wedding fic! the drawing is still in progress but i do have this <3 as usual, fic will be utc

Dividers came from here

Taglist, since i actually remembered this time: @violetsareblue-selfships, @silver-heller, and @aego-philautia

Aslia hasn't gotten much sleep. When she finally gets to sleep, it's nearly two in the morning. And of course, she wakes up at six-thirty am. Lynette's still cuddled against rose, her arms wrapped snugly around Aslia's torso. Aslia just laughs softly trying to let roseself relax. It's hard, though, considering the date. August 17th. Her and Lynette's first anniversary, and also their wedding date.

“Mmm… already awake, firefly?”

The sound of Lynette's voice, admittedly, makes Aslia jump. She replies with a laugh and a warm, “How am I supposed to sleep, knowing today's the day we finally get married?”

Lynette just laughs, warm and affectionate. She says, “Well, the ceremony’s not until three this afternoon. Let's try to get a little more sleep, hm?”

And it works. When she next wakes up, it's to Lynette climbing out of the bed at almost ten o'clock. “What's for breakfast, love?” ro asks as she climbs out of bed herself.

Aslia, unable to argue with this point, just nestled herself back into Lynette's embrace and tries to fall back asleep. 

“Knowing my brother, he probably has made us a full breakfast spread just so we didn't have to do it ourselves on our wedding day,” Lynette replies casually. Aslia laughs, and shakes her head fondly. She replies, “Yeah, sounds like something Lyney would do.”

When they leave the bedroom, hand in hand, they find that's exactly what had happened. Lyney is standing in the kitchen, surrounded by fresh pancakes, sausage, bacon, hash browns, and eggs. When he sees them he greets them with an excited, “Ah, there are the lovebirds! Good morning, and perfect timing! I just finished making you guys breakfast!”

Aslia and Lynette sit down - Aslia’s plate loaded up and Lynette’s plate with a smaller but still substantial amount of food. The two of them sit in the breakfast nook, cuddling up against each other. Lyney cleans up the kitchen then takes his leave, saying, “Well, I’ll see you at the wedding.”

After breakfast, it’s time for them to go. Aslia has to go meet up with Chiori, who had designed rose wedding dress and is in charge of rose makeup.

“About time you showed up, Aslia.” Chiori greets.

Aslia just smiles. Chiori just huffs affectionately, and tuts, “Well, let’s get you in your dress.”

The dress isn’t anything too elaborate, fancy but not overly so. It still takes a few minutes to get into the dress, but it’s so worth it. That’s what Aslia thinks, at least. She thinks it looks beautiful. Chiori did a great job with the design, Lynette will love it, she thinks. Once Aslia’s in the dress Chiori pushes her gently into a chair, and starts or rose makeup. It’s a known fact that Aslia isn’t super fond of makeup, so Chiori keeps it light. A little bit of eye shadow to bring out the color in Aslia’s eyes, some lipstick to highlight her lips, and a little bit of blush to add some color to her cheeks.

“There we go. Your mother should be here soon, to walk you down the aisle.”

Aslia nods, standing up. She gives Chiori a tight hug and says, “Thank you, Chiori. I appreciate you putting in all this work for me.”

Both too soon and not soon enough, it’s time to walk down the aisle.

Chiori again just huffs affectionately, but hugs back.

A few minutes before, she meets up with her mother figure, Ningguang. Ningguang is wearing a nice dress, formal yet simple. Aslia gives her a tight hug, and lightheartedly says, “Mama Beidou’s here, right? And let me guess, she’s still grumbling about feeling old?”

Ningguang laughs. “Right you are, Aslia,” she says fondly, “Beidou is indeed lamenting how your wedding makes her feel old.” Aslia's laughing at that, a smile on her face, “I'm sure Kaz is sick of hearing about it.”

“Indeed. Now, your love and her ‘father’ have probably reached the altar, so let's be off.”

So Aslia, dressed in rose wedding attire, links her arm with Ningguang's. The music swells as Aslia walks through the crowd full of Aslia and Lynette’s closest friends and family. Ro is to avoid scanning the crowd, looking forward instead. Lynette is standing next to her brother, dressed in a fancy suit. Aslia can feel her face getting red.

Because he's her best man, Bennett is also waiting there. When she and Ningguang get to the front, she drops Ningguang’s arm and takes her place at the altar.

The flower girls, Aslia’s adopted daughters, are standing at the front of the crowd in their matching dresses. Diona looks somewhat comfortable and relaxed for once, which makes Aslia smile. Sayu, meanwhile, appears to be falling asleep. Diona nudges her, causing the younger girl to startle awake.

The ceremony passes quickly. The best part, in Aslia’s opinion, is when they finally share their first kiss as a married couple. Bennett and Lyney are cheering from their places next to the happy couple, and most of the audience cheers and claps.

After Aslia takes rose place, the ring bearer comes down the aisle. The ring is being carried by Aslia’s adopted son, Chouji. His suit matches Diona and Sayu’s dresses, and he mostly just looks happy to be included.

Then, it's time for the reception. The catering comes from one of the finest kitchens in Fontaine. Dinner is a fairly simple affair, the guests chattering amongst themselves. Lynette and Aslia, meanwhile, sit at the head table and talk. Aslia takes Lynette’s hand in rose own, holding it tightly.

Then the first dance.

The finest live band possible starts playing, and Aslia walks with Lynette to the dance floor. Neither of the two women are great at dancing, but neither of them mind. They're giggling as they dance, and Aslia feels her heart swell with love. This is her wife now. Her wife!

After the dance floor opens to all guests, the happy couple begin to mill about.

“So, what's it like being married?” Aslia startles at the sound of her older brother’s voice. But then she just casually smiles, saying, “Feels good, Kae. I did marry the love of my life, after all.”

Kaeya laughs fondly, picking Aslia up and spinning rose around. Diluc, Jean, and Barbara are all standing nearby, all smiling. Aslia hugs the other three as well, squeezing them tightly. Then she says to Jean, “Hey, who's in charge of the Knights right now? Given that most of the authorities are here right now, I mean.”

Jean chuckles, and Kaeya outright snickers. “I have a couple of the more trustworthy knights in charge, I'm sure the Knights can survive for a few days without Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, Eula, Albedo, and I.”

“Yeah, they’ll be fine,” Aslia laughs. Her attention is then drawn by the sound of wind. The wind races towards her, before Aslia finds herself with an armful of her youngest child. She holds Sayu tightly and fondly, spinning her daughter slightly. Diona and Chouji are close behind. She greets them, “How are you doing, kids?”

“Lynette had better treat you right, or she’s gonna pay!” Diona proclaims, her hands on her hips as she huffs.

“I promise, I’ll make sure to treat your mother with the utmost care.”

They continue milling about, spending the evening and into the night talking to their loved ones and dancing and eating cake.

Diona jumps when Lynette speaks, and Lynette chuckles fondly. Aslia shifts the way she holds Sayu in her arms, to kiss her wife on the lips.

“I love you, Nettie.”

“I love you too, Little Light.”

[primarilymedievalish]

Summary:

To begin with, there is the cold. There is the winter that no one could stop, and the strange and simple fact that eternal winter could never stop at just one person’s door. There is the winter solstice, looming ahead with its surety of change. To follow it, there is isolation. Gem is alone. She is not the only one. And there is love. There is fear. Determination, anger, and hope; and the winds, cold and restless outside the door. There is magic, and all of the trouble it brings. And at the end of it all, there is life. This is a story of rebirth. Are you ready to hear it? (In which fWhip did not learn that Gem was frozen, and this changes things.)

Frosty Winds Made Moan is now up in full on ao3!

[eddiestattoos]

Chapters: 1/1 (Words: 3633) Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Karen Wilson, Athena Grant Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic, Established Relationship, Found Family Summary: When Eddie and Buck both come down sick, the wives of the 118 step in to help their family.

[lanechester]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Smallville, Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Clark Kent & Lana Lang, Lois Lane & Sam Winchester, Lois Lane & Lana Lang, Implied Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester - Relationship, Lois Lane & Dean Winchester Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Lana Lang, Eileen Leahy, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Whump, Gunshot Wounds, Kryptonite (DCU), Kryptonite Poisoning (DCU) Series: Part 10 of Svnatural AU Summary:

After Clark fails to return to the hiding place he took Lois, he gets help from an old friend, while Lois finds what she thinks is an abandoned shelter. She's even more surprised by who lives inside, but fortunately they can help both her and Clark.

[charmac]

is the iconic wendy’s from ur fic any specific wendy’s in philly? or is it just a generic wendy’s maybe a broader question would be: do you have specific locations in philly for the various places mentioned in the fic?

I do have specific locations in Philly for most of the fic, yep. Regarding the Wendy’s, well..

Since the fic takes place in (more-or-less) present day, I make sure everything I write is as accurate as possible.. which takes too much time, but it’s worth it to me lol

1515 Chestnut Street, if you wanted the actual location, lol

[lee-aveyourmark]

lukewarm

∘.∙°. masterlist Pairing: rich corporate!Jung Jaehyun x reader Genre: lonely angst, slight fluff Warnings: mentions of food and alcohol, italics replace quotation marks Wordcount: 757

Inspired by this masterpiece: Sun, why are you so hot? Heart, why are you so cold? In this world, I cannot seem to light the sun within my heart There is none beside you.

A/N: i literally have no idea what this is but it's been in my drafts for far too long and i managed to kinda finish it so, bleh, here you go - my first piece of angst (i think)

After ending things with his previous partners, they would often ensure that they would have the last word through the glitter dusting his leather car seats and the egg stains on his house walls. Evidence to make him remember who they were and what he did to their hearts, hoping that the spaghetti sauce on his favourite hoodies would haunt him for years to come.

And each time, Jaehyun would forget. As he called for cleaning services and bought another of the same hoodie, he would calmly pick up the pieces of the storm that has wrecked upon him like pieces of a 32-piece jigsaw puzzle and put them back together.

But when you leave, there isn't a mess he has to clean up after. No middle-of-the-night threats, no malicious rumours spread about his sex life around the office. When he enters his wardrobe, all his clothes sit there in pristine condition with his collars crisp and his shirts wrinkle-free. His company even manages to snatch the collaboration with the digital artist that's been trending, and he's lavished with compliments and dinners in response to the surge in recognition.

Maybe that's why he hated it even more. The fact that you removed yourself without a trace nor sound. He's living his life as normal. In fact, he's living even better than before according to his career values. But some sadistic part within himself wanted you to trash his house and make him a fool in front of all of his colleagues. Slap him, cry at him, steal his card. Do anything to hurt him so that he could feel less guilty about the pain he's inflicted upon you.

So that he could make himself forget about you.

Jaehyun finds himself dropping and breaking the puzzle when you're gone. There are late nights of tossing and turning in his bed, his brain imagining that your scent still lingers on his sheets. A habit is made out of clasping and unclasping his hands during corporate dinners, skin itching to feel the soothing strokes of your thumb against his knuckles and small steady circles of your warm palm against his back.

Nervous? They'd ask him when picking up on his fidgeting, offering some bubbles with a tight-lipped smile. He'd accept the drink wordlessly, not bothering to mention that he'd lost count of how many colleagues approached him in the same manner. Rounds and rounds of champagne left untouched, returned back to the waiters and recirculated around the function. For all he knew, he could've been holding one previously given to him.

He'd then very slightly shake his head at their one-worded attempts in conversation, feeling the condensation of the flute wet and freeze his fingers.

No, not nervous.

Just cold.

How could one person radiate so much heat? Your presence always melted the cold frigid winds he blew all around wherever he went, keeping people at a distance which prevented them from even wondering if the abominable snowman was alive beneath all that ice.

But whenever you cradled his head and praised him with the softest of affirmations, and whenever you admonished him with a faltering glare, Jaehyun knew. He could feel it in his bones that, as you patted lotion over his face with bleary eyes on a late Wednesday night, he was truly living. On fire, he might say, as you placed a hand over his forehead and the other over his pink cheeks with a frown that contrasted his dimples.

You're heating up Jae, you murmured while reaching to the bedside table for the half-drunken glass of water.

Am I? He mused, bringing the glass to his lips which were upturned in appreciation of your affections.

Hearing the small gasp you let out as he kisses you promptly after, Jaehyun knew that he wasn't the only one feeling the temperature in the room rise. And he loved that, always being able to make you feel the heat of his fervour for you. The two of you were flames feeding off one another, never weakening nor experiencing cold when together.

But now, all Jaehyun picks up on are the chills that he sends down people's spines. In the room full of colleagues socialising and seizing opportunities, he's quiet and unmoving. His evident lack of enthusiasm cuts conversations short and people hastily excuse themselves to avoid catching frostbite.

He just watches them, letting the condensation from the champagne flute drip down his wrists and dampen the evenly folded cuffs of his dress shirt.

Jaehyun feels nothing, really, these days.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Frosty time of cheer

for 30+ fanfic discord server - montly 100 word drabble - prompt: Frost (frosty) Fandom: Frozen modern au Pairing: Kristoff/Anna Words: 100 Rating: G

The schoolyard has been transformed into an ice-skating area, to the delight of everyone at Arendelle Boarding School. Kristoff has been up all night, watering the rink. The surface must be smooth and evenly thick so that everyone can skate without tripping over bumps. Anna comes over with two steaming cups of hot cocoa. "Oh, Kristoff! That´s amazing and I am so proud of you." She tiptoes over and pecks his frosty cheeks, making his skin tingle. "No big deal," he shrugs, taking the mug gratefully with a grin, "it's a principal tradition, remember?" "Sure. But you're still amazing!" 

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[crossbackpoke-check]

about to be sooo nosy so. my apologies. but. morgan frost? girlfriend? do share (or don’t! again this is so nosy i’m sorry)

for legal purposes i can neither confirm nor deny anything about morgan and his girlfriend but afaik i think he’s single right now? at one point (within the past four years 😭) he did for sure have a girlfriend and that is the extent of my wag knowledge