#write this in the tub

[acowardinmordor]

Ignore what I did to ages timelines and canon to make this ficlet work. This is for @eddiezpaghetti and is, I promise, an actual event from my high school life. Mine was the football captain and star quarterback though. 😇

Deep Breath

Eddie was not an athletic guy. It didn’t matter that his fine motor skills were excellent with a pen or his guitar, the big picture version with hand eye coordination and ability to do anything even closely connected to sports was crap. So he never did sports for longer than a few days when he was young enough his mom was still around and encouraging him.

Any accidental skills he learned while wearing a uniform evaporated in the decade since his mom died. Then he met kids who didn’t make fun of him about sports, realized he could have friends without the ‘friendly’ sportsmanship, and Eddie didn’t look back.

Nerd for life. Sports for never.

Then Eddie was turning 11, and his dad had a chance for a ‘great job’ in Colorado. First in Pueblo. Then just north of the border into Wyoming. And then, in a little town halfway up the side of the mountains near Cañon City, while his dad went to Florence most days. Al usually managed to be home a couple nights each week during those years, Eddie found a book called a Player’s Manual and some friends, and that was that.

So, when the mysterious job his dad had been working all that time went bad, and a major news story about an attempted breakout at Florence ADX, when cops showed up to arrest Al, Eddie ran into the trees, up the trail and kept hiding for a day or two.

He wasn’t an athlete, but he knew how to sprint, he knew how to hide, and life with Pops made damn sure Eddie knew how to keep quiet. He was seventeen, and knew some states would try him as an adult for all the shit he’d helped Al do.

Eventually they sent a park ranger with a dog instead of a cop. A few days later, his Uncle Wayne greeted him with a massive hug in Hawkins, Indiana.

The next day, he was enrolled at Hawkins High, as a junior in limbo. Colorado did classes in trimesters, Indiana did them in quarters, and through some kind of Evil Machinations, he had eight registered classes, only two of which were needed to advance to senior year.

The other six?

Theater. Jazz Band. Study Hall. Study Hall. PE. Another Study Hall.

And.

Advanced PE.

He argued that he shouldn’t have to take non-required courses. They informed him about Indiana Laws on Truancy. He argued he’d rather take five Study Halls. They cited policy. He begged to take chemistry and biology instead. They refused.

Thus was the cruel hand of the Universe, demanding he participate in not just one stupid sports ball class — where, at least, there were other nerds to hide with— but a second, where student athletes were put so they had an easy A, and extra time to workout or stretch or whatever.

He skipped the first one and immediately learned about those truancy laws.

The next week, defeated and miserable, but still running late, he donned the grey tone garb, and stepped into Advanced PE.

Which was the exact moment he noticed the first flaw in his previous assumption.

A class full of sporty kids meant a class full of people who ranged from hot to gorgeous to ‘as long as she isn’t speaking’ all bent in amazing shapes as they stretched and warmed up. Including a guy with hair from a commercial and lips that would be borderline illegal in the Bible Belt.

Eddie was definitely going to die of lack of blood in his brain at some point in the next nine sessions of this class.

At least he remained the antithesis of sporty. The polar opposite of whatever Farrah Fawcett had going on. He could lurk and not participate, ogle until his poor bisexual heart broke, and still be good to go into Senior year.

Except. A few more things leading up to the one that really mattered.

The coach was a little annoyed that his star athletes were putting in the minimum effort.

The other kids were shooting him dirty looks.

The coach was pretty good at sussing out the best leverage on teens.

And.

Unlike Eddie, coach knew the natural effect of living at high elevations for six years.

—

And see, it cannot be overstated that Eddie was not a sports-guy. But he did need to run (away) sometimes. Hearing that they were running six laps, at your own pace, was excellent. Then the sweetener: once you were done, you could cool down and be done for the day.

He wasn’t going to sprint, but a quick jog followed by half an hour napping on the bleachers? Yes please.

Whistle blown, clock started, and off they went.

It really, truly, cannot be overstated how much Eddie was not trying to be a little shit or that he wasn’t trying to go fast.

To be fair to Farrah up at the front, none of them were going fast. Eddie didn’t have practice after class like they did, and he badly wanted that napping time.

By the end of the first lap, Eddie and Farrah had pulled away from the others a ways, by the end of the second, Eddie had pulled ahead. And he kept pulling ahead. And ahead. Rolled his eyes as he caught and then lapped the rest of the class. They had some choice words for him as he went by.

Put some extra distance so he wouldn’t have to hear it. Got far enough by lap four he had a good view of Farrah’s ass, and was mentally writing a description for pathetic, but attractive court buffoons to use once he found a dnd group.

The coach was annoyed though, and knew exactly where to push.

“Harrington if the new kid laps you, I’m benching you for the rest of the year and I’ll make Jason Captain in the fall!” Came blaring through a bullhorn.

Farrah Harrington full on stumbled at that, head whipped sideways to stare. Gape? Slow down running as what sounded like a peak-jock-threat was leveled at him.

And Eddie wasn’t trying to be a lot shit at the start of this, but he damn well was now.

Eddie found out later the science stuff, but in the moment he decided it was either magic, or because he was used to dodging things as he ran up poorly maintained hiking trails in the Rockies. Cause now that he was trying?

No damn clue why he wasn’t dry heaving as he collapsed on the track to die.

No clue why he was closing the distance as they went into the last straight of the fifth lap, despite Harrington visibly realizing the coach was serious.

The magic theory was dismissed when Eddie didn’t easily lap the guy. They were around the first turn when Eddie got close enough that Harrington could turn to see him. Farrah was red faced and a little wobbly. Sure, Eddie was sweaty as fuck — it was way too hot for April, there should still be snow! — but he could do it. A little more effort, just enough to close another five feet, and he’d do it. Just about half a lap left. More than enough time. Eddie could be an absolute dick and lap Harrington, then get damn close to catching the rest of the class a second time.

The mere concept of their agony almost had him going for it. Who was he if he didn’t take a moment to gloat though?

He pulled level, tilting his head with a smile the drama teacher called “impressively deranged” planning to stay there until the turn, then actually sprint for the first time without cops behind him.

But Harrington turned to him, out of breath, red faced, plush lipped, with great hair, an ass worthy of songwriting, and gave Eddie the most desperately adorable puppy eyes god or man had ever crafted.

Eddie didn’t freeze, but the guy was hot, and maybe, maybe, he didn’t want to make him sad.

So he wasn’t a dick.

But he was a little shit, and he kept pace the rest of the way round. With his body half turned and awkward. With his dimples going crazy. With every person in the class well aware that it was an act of mercy by the new kid.

He even dropped back at the last second with a wink, letting Farrah cross the line ahead of him.

—

That was how Eddie became both beloved and beloathed by every sports kid on his third day in school. That was how he became the threat the coach used to intimidate the others. That was how the first rumor about witchcraft started.

That was not the day Eddie found out what coach had known.

No, he learned that the next fall, after running from monsters with Steve Harrington to keep a group of nerdy kids safe, overworking himself, vomiting on Steve’s shoes, and then bemoaning his lost magic in front of Dustin Henderson.

Who explained in detail how oxygen acclimatization worked.

—

If you didn’t know: when you live at high elevations, you get used to having less oxygen, so when you are suddenly at lower elevation, your body goes Woah! Free Oxygen! And you can do what Eddie did. It’s not permanent. A month or two if you don’t try to keep it, and it tapers off, but that’s more than enough time for Eddie to be a complete menace to the jocks. I know I was.

And obviously Steve thought this event was sexy, but he’s still with Nancy, and the boy is loyal. Eddie hates himself for not working to keep up his lung capacity the first time he and Steve hook up.

[strnilolover]

warnings : smut. unprotected pnv (wrap it!). semi-public sex (sex in a hot tub). praising. softdom!matt. sub!reader. some dirty talk. sweet sex (?). some biting. matt slaps your thigh. titty sucking. cream pie. heavy kissing (so hot). clit rubbing. mention of wine and drinking. let me know if i forgot anything!

wc : 3k

it had been the perfect birthday so far. the day was filled with little surprises—matt’s thoughtful presents, the sweet breakfast he made you, and the way he’d kept you close all day. he even surprised you with a birthday party after you went to get your nails done for the day.

it was unlike any birthday you had ever had before.

as the day stretched on, the sun dipping down and the moon now rising, you found yourself wrapped in a blanket by the fire, sipping on a glass of wine, and enjoying the quiet moments.

it was a nice way to end your day, sitting cozy inside with the person who made your day all about you and so so special.

as the fire crackled, matt suddenly rose from the couch, his tall frame stretching as he moved towards you. his eyes met yours, smiling softly before he spoke. “I think it’s time for something else..maybe more relaxing?” he said.

your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked onto his, your curiosity growing. “what do you have in mind?” you asked, your hand swirling the dark drink in the glass before taking a small sip.

matt smiled again. “the hot tub,” he said, his hand extending to help you up from the blanket. “come on. i’ve already got it ready.”

your pulse quickened as you turned to set your wine glass down, then took his hand, allowing him to pull you up from your position on the couch. “go get changed first, baby.” he whispered, and you nodded, giggling quietly as you ran off to your room to change.

when you were done, you were dressed in a blue bikini, the strings tied at your hips and on your back—keep the clothing in place on your body. matt was already waiting near the back door, his swim shorts on, tattooed arm on display for you to see. you walked over to him, his hand already outstretched for you to slip your own hand into. which you happily did.

gently, he lead you out the back door, where the hot tub sat under the stars. the night air was cool, the stars scattered across the sky, but the steam rising from the tub was inviting. it was the perfect contrast—the heat from the water meeting the chill of the night.

the soft glow of the string lights around the area created a warm ambiance, and matt’s hand landed on the small of your back as he guided you closer to the warm water.

the two of you had spent plenty of time in hot tubs before—either here at home or to hotels you had visited. and i was always heavenly when your body would sink into the warmth, your muscles relaxing as your body would go slump.

“you ready baby?” he asked as you finally approached the hot tubs, the bubbled fizzing around the jets as they shot water throughout the tub.

you nodded, throwing the towel you brought out to the side on one of the chairs, matt doing the same. slowly, your foot dipped into the water, your body shuddering at the way it felt against your cold skin.

it was soothing—relaxing. once your body was fully in, you settled against the edge of the hot tub, your legs stretching out in front of you as the water massaged your body. matt did the same, sitting close by as his hand came out to rest on your thigh under the water.

matt couldn’t help the way his eyes watched you��your eyes fluttering closed as you let your jaw fall slack, letting the jets massage the tension in your back.

“you’re so beautiful,” matt murmured, his fingers drawing small circles along your skin. the action made you smile, peeking an eye open to see his face. “did you enjoy your day, my love?” he asked, his fingers still dancing along your skin absentmindedly, but his gaze was on you.

you nodded, opening your eyes fully now to look at him. “s’been the best birthday ever.” you say, bringing a hand to rest over his, locking your fingers together. “didn’t need to do all of that for me.” you whisper, suddenly feeling shy as the attention from the whole day finally registered in your mind.

matt tsked, bringing your interlocked fingers up from under the water—placing a soft kiss to your hand before he moved closer. “you deserved it. you deserve everything baby. i’m just glad i was able to make it a special day for you.” and your cheeks flushed, your breath hitching as he moved closer.

the new proximity made the water feel even warmer, and the sudden surge of heat wasn’t just from the tub—maybe the wine was getting to you?. matt’s free hand came up, brushing your hair off your shoulder before leaning in, his lips brushing your shoulder, and your whole body shivered in response.

“wanna make it even better?” matt murmured, his free hand coming down to grip your hip and guiding you to turn so you were facing him. and you nodded—his voice swimming around in your head, like it was coaxing you. and before you could react, matt had you straddling his lap, the hot water sloshing around you from the sudden movement.

you gasped softly as he pulled you in closer, your chest now flush against his. matt’s eyes met your gaze, his hands moving up and down your body with a slow, deliberate pace. his fingers brushed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“you look so perfect,” he whispered, his lips hovering over yours as he leaned in closer to you. “so perfect for me.”

you couldn’t contain the small sigh that escaped your lips, your body already reacting to the heat of his touch. “matt..” you breathed, your hands resting on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as his fingers slid to your back, tracing the lines of your spine.

“yeah baby?” he breathed, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your lips—he was so close. it was dizzying how things escalated this quickly, but you loved it. you didn’t say anything, your hips rolling forward in an attempt to get what you wanted across.

he hummed, smirking as his hands slid back down to grip your hips. “want something sweetheart?” and you whined softly, nodding as you tried to roll your hips again, but his grip kept you in place. “yeah? gonna-“ he paused, licking his lips as he leaned in more, his lips brushing your own softly. “gonna let me take care of you? make it a birthday you won’t ever forget?”

“y-yes.” you whispered. matt chuckled, finally pressing his lips to your own. it was soft at first, but desperation got the best of you and you deepened the kiss. your tongue poking out, prodding at his lips to let you in. and he obliged, parting his lips, letting the wet muscle slip in. you moaned, your tongue gliding over his as he returned to force of the kiss.

your hands reached up, fingers intertwining into his brown locks as you pulled his face even closer—if that was even possible. you tugged, and matt groaned, your mouth swallowing the sound. with a swift, but gentle move, matt moved, guiding you backward, pressing your back against the edge of the hot tub.

the water sloshed around you both, his body slotting between your legs, chest still against yours as he leaned you down—pressing your back to the cold cement as your lower half stayed in the water. the sensation of being pressed into the edge of the tub while his body hovered over yours made you whimper, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

matt was the one who broke the kiss first, his breathing ragged just like your own. quickly his lips found your neck, trailing along the sensitive skin, teeth nipping as purple bruises formed along your flesh. you tilted your head back, giving him more access. “matt.” you moaned, your hands gripping his hair tighter as he sucked right under your ear.

“hmm.” he hummed, kissing across your collarbone now—slowly moving down to between your breasts. gently, his hand slid up your back, the touch making you arch towards him. and he took the opportunity to wrap his fingers around the string to your top, pulling until the fabric fell away from your chest.

you gasped as the cool air hit your now hardening nubs, but it didn’t last long when he dipped down to capture your right one into his warm, wet mouth. he groaned around your nipple, tongue swirling as his teeth bit down—biting the sensitive flesh before drawing back. watching as it slipped from his mouth, now wet with his saliva.

you cried out at the sensation, your hands wanting to push his head back down. “so needy baby.” he whispered, now turning his attention to your other nipple, giving it the same attention before he pulled away. “you want it?” he teased, a hand coming down to snake between your bodies as he pressed his fingers against your clothed clit, rubbing slow circles.

“pl-please matt..please!” you squeaked out, hips bucking up into his touch. his tongue darted out, licking his lips again as he leaned back down to press kisses to your skin. this time he moved further down, your eyes following as you propped yourself up on your elbows. your hips were still moving against his hand, but the feeling stopped as he pulled away.

a low whine emitted from your throat, but was cut off as he raised your hips higher in his grasp, both hands gripping you above the water. “shh sweetheart, m’gonna give you what y’want.” he muttered against you. and you watched with hooded eyes as he continued to kiss down to your hip bone. his blue eyes peered up at you before he smirked, trailing over to the right, his teeth latching onto the string on that side—tugging it until the bow came undone.

“oh f-fuck.” you moaned, watching as he slid his lips along your skin and did the same to the other string. your bottoms completely slipping away from your body, floating off in the water. matt couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to your wet core, your folds glistening against the fairy lights. “look at you.” he cooed, lowering your hips back into the water as his fingers came back to toy with your swollen clit. “so pretty baby. so wet f’me.”

he watched as he fingers glided along your folds, dragging them back up and pressing down a little harder. your hips bucked, moaning as your legs went to snap shut, but matt’s body prevented you from doing that. he grinned at your reaction, pulling his hand away again as his hand moved to his swim shorts. grabbing the waistband, he tugging the fabric down, letting his hard cock spring free—it obscenely bobbing up and hitting his lower stomach.

your mouth watered at the sight—watching as beads of pre cum trailed down the side. his hand gripped his based, stroking up as he gathered the pearly substance, his thumb digging into the slit before moving back down to smear it. he hissed at the feeling, pumping a few more times before bringing himself down.

your legs opened wider, welcoming him. leaning down more, he gently tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. your elbows lowering you back down, hands coming out to grasp at his arms. “matt..baby hurry up. please- ne-need it so bad.” you whined out, your legs trying to push him forward.

“i know sweetheart, i know. be a good girl and stay still, okay?” he whispered, the hand on your waist pulling you a little higher. you whined, but held your body still, feeling the tip of his cock move up and down on your sticky folds. he was teasing you—and on your birthday, how mean of him. your mouth opened to protest again, but before you could get a word out his cock slipped down, pushing past your puffy folds and into your slick walls.

your moans were loud and mingled, both your heads tipping back at the feeling. he stretched you so good, the slight burn making your eyes roll into the back of your skull. he always loved the way you felt around him, walls clenching like a vice. “fuck baby, y’feel so good. takin’ me so well, hm?” he gritted out, both his hands on your hips now as he slowly pushed himself until he bottomed out.

“ohhh fu-ck, mm feels s’good baby.” you moaned, your nails digging into his skin as his hips pulled back before thrusting forward again, skin flush with one another. “yeah? always such a good girl, takin’ me deep in here.” he cooed, snaking a hand up to press on your lower stomach, feeling the outline of his cock. “mhm!” you cried, back arching up into his touch.

your legs locked around him more, the water beginning to slosh over the edges as his hips picked up their pace—your wetness making him slid inside your gummy walls easier. your hips started to move with his own, fucking yourself on his cock the best you could, but his hand suddenly landed a smack to your thigh. you yelped, the pain blossoming into pleasure as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“i told you to hold still, didn’t i baby?” he grunted, your head nodding quickly. “then stay still, s’about you tonight. don’t gotta do a thing.” his words made your heart flutter, knowing he was taking care of you. “o-okay.” you choked out after a particular thrust of his hips.

but even after telling you to stay still, you couldn’t. your hips bucked up to meet each thrust of him, hands gripping him harder as his tip hit the perfect spot inside you. the water continued to slosh around your bodies, spilling out the sides as matt’s pace was ruthless. you could feel the knot beginning to form in your stomach, rapidly approaching.

but before you could give into the feeling longer, matt’s hips stopped and you cried out—eyes wide as you looked up at him. your orgasm fading away as fast as it came. ��m-matt why’d you- st-stop?” you questioned, panting as your legs shook a little.

he didn’t say anything, didn’t pull out—he just gripped you and sat you up before moving himself to sit down in the water, carrying you with him. and when he sat down, his cock stuffed itself deeper inside you. you gasped at the new angle, your hips beginning to rock in their own.

“y’wanna move so much, then you can ride me baby.” was all he said before he began to move you up and down on him. you felt the burn immediately in your thighs, but you didn’t care. your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your face buried itself into his neck, moaning against his damp skin as you slid yourself up and down.

his own face buried into your neck, kissing at your dampened skin, helping your hips move as he bucked up every now and then. your loud moans and whines were muffled as you dug your teeth into his neck, biting the flesh. matt moaned, tossing his head back to give you more access. your thighs picked you up higher before you slammed back down, mewling as his tip kissed your cervix.

“shit baby—fuck do that again.” he whimpered, hands tightening on you as you lifted up again, bringing your hips down hard once more as your teeth moved to a new part of his skin. matt’s moan was loud, you could feel him twitch inside you and touch relished in the fact you were making him feel good.

you could feel the knot returning, the burning sensation in your thighs growing rapidly as well. “baby..” you moaned into his neck, letting the flesh go as you buried your face again. “yeah? gettin’ close baby? can feel you.”

“yesyesyes.” you chanted, rolling your hips now each time you moved down. you pulled away panting, leaning back as you bounced, your tits now in matt’s face—in full display for him. he leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth as he did earlier and sucked—his hands still helping you move.

“m’so close too.” he mumbled against you, pulling away with a wet pop before tipping his head up to look at you. your fucked out face was so pretty, he couldn’t help but to moan at the sight, his balls beginning to draw taut. “kiss me- please..please kiss me.” you pleaded, and—how could he deny you?

you leaned in at the same time he did, your mouths colliding in a heated and desperate kiss. teeth clashing and tongue’s fighting one another. a hand came up to the back of your head, threading through your hair as matt held you in place—the other one continued to help you bounce.

you moaned into the kiss, your gummy walls tightening more as the band became too tight. “m’gonna- mmph!” your words and sounds were swallowed as matt kissed you deeper, desperately rocking his hips up quicker into you. and that’s all it took.

a scream slipped as you body shook, your fluids rushing out around his cock and it didn’t take long before matt was right behind you—doing a few final thrusts before he spilled into you. the white hot substance filling you to the brim.

you hadn’t stopped kissing, your teeth lightly nipping at one another’s lips as you both panted into the kiss. your hips rocked slowly as you came down from your high before they came to a stop.

when you finally came to a stop, your breathing was ragged—body shaking from how intense it all was. you pulled away from the kiss, matt’s jaw hanging slack as you took in his own flushed and fucked out face.

you giggled tiredly, your body slumping forward as you laid your head against his chest, cuddling up to him in the now very over heated water. his arms came up to hug you close to him, head moving to press a kiss to your own with his swollen pink lips. “happy birthday sweetheart.” he whispered.

“best birthday ever.”

a/n : this was supposed to be posted on my birthday but i just now finished it..it was collecting dust for almost a month..

[heich0e]

natsuo sits with you in the bathroom while you bathe pretty much from the very beginning of your relationship. he's a bit clingy, even so early on, but he makes no attempt to convince you otherwise. though a bit awkward at first, the routine soon becomes normal and easy: he perches on the closed lid of the toilet and chatters away about his day, or asks you about yours, as you wash away any lingering traces of the day from your skin. but something you always find a bit strange is that he never takes you up on the offer to join you, and finally (years into establishing this easy habit) you reach out with a wet hand and clutch at the sleeve of his shirt, firmly insisting this time that he get in.

he looks away, grimacing a little, a flush crawling up his throat. "oh, no," he says, shaking his head. "i'll get in once you're done, that's alright!"

you frown.

"nat," you say to him, your fingers still twisted into his shirtsleeve, clutching him tightly as though the strength of your grip might sway him. "please get in."

your insistence, though quiet, seems to make him falter. his cheeks flush even more and he hangs his head.

"...cold."

you cock your head to the side, having lost half of his sentence to the way he mumbled it. "hm?"

he peeks up at you, his lashes fluttering when he meets your gaze. his lips are pursed in the sweetest little pout, slight but still there. "i'll make the bathwater cold."

you blink for a moment as you process his words.

"you're worried... about the bathwater?"

he looks away again in embarrassment. "yeah."

he reaches up and takes the hand you have gripping his sleeve in his own, his touch cool against your bath-warmed skin. he twines your fingers together, watching raptly at the way his own hand seems to just fit with yours.

"i don't have a very strong quirk, you know that," he mumbles, his voice almost a bit shy. "but when i'm with you, it just... i can't help it. it slips out."

you already know this about natsuo. already had a conversation about it early in your relationship. he tried to explain the physiological side of things to you in terms you didn't really understand, but sensing your confusion, he then put it simply: you make my heart beat really fast, and it makes my temperature drop.

now you're used to his cold fingertips tracing along your body. used to how his tongue is always cold and slick. used to how you can sometimes see the faintest cloud of his breath on his exhales when he's panting over you in bed, or find delicate swirls of frost marks on the headboard where he was gripping it.

no. more than used to it. you like it.

"natsuo,"—you hold his hand a bit tighter, squeezing his fingers with your own—"i don't care about the bathwater."

his eyes snap up from watching where your fingers are tangled together, meeting your gaze. his cheeks are still pink, but his eyes are hopeful.

you guide his hand up to your cheek. his palm is cool against the heat you feel burning underneath your skin.

"please. get in with me?" you ask him again.

and this time he doesn't deny you—not least of all because he knows that when you've got your heart set on something you won't give up.

but he's used to that part of you, too.

(and he likes it.)

[daftmooncretin]

if captain kirk irresponsible? why huge baby cow eyes???

if captain kirk bad captain? why-

you thought i was gonna talk about his voluptuous titties fat ass sparkling personality and unflinching moral character ? no.

if you say kirk is a bad captain i will kill you. I will shoot you into space like they did to bill shatty when he wouldn’t shut tf up about going to space

except unlike bill shatty ill send you up naked and defenceless into the vast chasm of space your lungs will explode and your eyes will fall out or some shit (i saw that in a doctor who episode)

kirk drift is getting out of hand and my response to this is ending all kirk drifters and repopulating the earth with kirklophiles such as myself and my dad paul.

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Time of the Season: Fall 🍁

As the seasons change and the leaves begin to fall, Ian and Mickey find cozy comfort in unfamiliar places.

long story short: want to see what's going on under the water? Click the title for fic link

[archangeldyke-all]

mermaid reader and pirate/sailor sevika

sevika would be such a good pirate! she's ruthless and driven and really fucking smart, could you imagine her in one of those billowing white shirts??? i just nutted.

anyways, let's be cliche. it's so fun.

men and minors dni

you're out swimming when you come upon a shipwreck. judging by the wreckage still in flames, it had happened pretty recently. you swim closer, eager to see what kind of treasures were on board. as you approach the debris, you hear a groan. you freeze, your eyes scanning the water for a sailor as you sink into the water, just your eyes above the waves.

it's been a while since you had a sailor, and human is always a nice treat when you've been feasting on fish for a while. you bite your lip as you start slowly swimming around the various floating barrels and shrapnel.

there's a few dead men bobbing on the surface of the sea face down. you scrunch your nose in disgust as you navigate the bodies, swimming toward the moaning that's echoing over the waves. humans only taste good when they're still warm.

as the last remaining yards of the main mast sink below the surface, a loud, animalistic scream sounds out from behind you. you whip around. your eyes catch on a moving figure. as you swim closer, you're eyes adjust, and you realize that it's a human hugging onto a bobbing barrel. you grin, your sharp fangs descending from your gums as you duck beneath the surface and swim under the barrel.

two feet below the floating human, you can only see their flailing legs. you smile. human legs are so strange looking. you reach out to run one of your long, sharp nails down their pant leg, laughing when they start to panic, flailing around in the water. "what the fuck was that?!" you hear their garbled shout out above the water. you giggle, then wrap your hand around their ankle. a loud shriek rings out and they nearly kick your face with their free leg. you dodge them and swim away, slowly rising to the surface behind where they're scrambling to straddle the barrel and get their body out of the water. you chuckle.

the sailor whips around to face you, and you both simultaneously gasp.

it's a woman, you think in shock. her breasts are heaving, and the thin white shirt she's wearing is doing nothing to conceal her chest now that it's soaked. her silver eyes are wild, her black hair is plastered to her face, her brown skin is dotted with drops of water. a pretty woman.

"fuck." she whispers. you giggle again, swimming closer to her as she scrabbles at the barrel in fear. "fuck fuck fuck." she curses. you stop ten feet away from her.

"i've never seen a human woman before." you say. she freezes.

"y-you can talk?" she asks. you giggle. humans always ask that.

"what are you doing out here?" you ask. the woman blinks at you.

"are... are you gonna kill me?" she asks. you shrug and smirk.

"dunno." you say honestly. "never killed a woman before."

it's silent for a moment. then, "aren't you supposed to sing?" she asks. you burst into laughter.

"only if i was trying to lure you. but... you don't really have anywhere else to go, do you?" the woman studies you and you study her. "you're very pretty." you say. the human laughs. what a lovely sound. "what are you doing out here?" you ask her again.

"i... i was captain of this ship." she says. you blink.

"women can sail?" you ask. she scowls at you.

"'course we can." she grunts. "they just don't want us to."

you consider this, looking the woman up and down. she's shivering now, the shock and adrenaline wearing off. "doesn't look like it went very well." you say, gesturing to the floating bits of ship surrounding you. she growls.

"that's not my fuckin' fault! my navigator got scurvy!" she spits. you swim closer to her and she shuts up, gulping. you frown.

"are you scared of me?" you ask. she huffs a laugh.

"obviously." she says. you frown.

"why?"

"fuckin' look at you!" she says, gesturing her free hand at you. you look down at your body. "gills and fangs and shit! i thought mermaids were a fuckin' myth!"

you pout, sucking your fangs back up into your gums. "there. better?" you ask. the woman shrugs.

"depends."

"on?"

"are you gonna kill me?" she asks. you grin.

"dunno." you say again. she groans. "what's your name?" you ask.

"sevika." she says.

"how'd you get into sailing?"

"dad was a fisherman." she grunts.

"which flag do you sail under?" you ask. you've had horrible experiences with sailors who wave the flag with the red X on the white sheet, a few of their ships tried to hunt you for weeks. ships that fly the red X on the blue sheet carry tasty sailors, always fattened up and full of liquor. the woman before you chuckles.

"none of 'em." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her. "i... technically was not the owner of that vessel." she says, gesturing to the bottom of the sea where her ship has sunk. you grin.

"you're a pirate!?" you gasp. she shrugs.

"i guess."

"a woman pirate!?" you ask again. she chuckles at your excitement.

"yeah." she says. you swim in an excited little circle before reaching your hand out to sevika. she flinches away from it and you pout.

"come on. i'm not gonna kill you." you say, shaking your hand at her. she eyes you warily.

"right. i'm sure you say that to all the boys before you sink those freaky teeth into their throats." she says. you grin and giggle.

"well yeah, but you're not a boy." you say. she hesitates, still, and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "fine. i'll just leave you here to starve to death. or maybe the dehydration will get you first. you'll start drinking the saltwater to quench your thirst and that'll be it. or maybe the sun will just cook you to a crisp when it rises." you say, slowly swimming away from the pirate. panic starts creeping over her face as you speak, and when you dip beneath the water, you hear her scream.

"wait! come back!" she shouts. you giggle and pop up six inches away from her. she jumps in surprise, her grip on the barrel slipping, and she starts flailing as she begins to sink. you quickly hook one of your arms under hers, pulling her back up to the surface and holding her as she gasps and sputters for air. "thank you." she says, as she clings to you. you smile.

the woman falls asleep in your arms as you swim her to a small deserted island nearby. on the shore, with half your body still in the water, you gently tend to her wounds, cleaning them out with saltwater before dressing them with strips of her shirt. she shifts and mumbles in her sleep, but doesn't wake. you admire her for an hour or two, pressing your ear to her chest to listen to her lungs, poking at her legs and studying her toes. when the sun begins to rise, you spend an hour catching and killing fish for her, dumping the headless bodies into a pile beside her sleeping body. it occurs to you that humans drink freshwater, so you begin to swim around the perimeter of the island, looking for a river or stream where you can collect some water for your new human friend.

when you return to sevika with a sack you'd made out of leaves filled with fresh water over your shoulder, she's starting to wake up. you claw up onto the beach to lay beside her, watching her twitching eyelids blink awake.

"you're real." she grunts. you smile. "thought i imagined you." she says, sitting up. there's sand in her hair, and you reach up to brush it out.

"your hair's so soft." you say as you twirl a lock of it between your fingers. sevika looks around her, taking in the island and the supplies you'd piled by her legs. she looks back down at you.

"you brought me here?" she asks. you nod. she blinks. "and the fish?"

"figured you needed to eat." you say. you nod to the freshwater. "got you water too." you say. "the kind you can drink, i mean."

sevika laughs, slightly hysterical as she takes in the scene. you frown.

"this is like... fifty pounds of fish." she says. you blink at her.

"yeah?"

"that's way too much fish." she says. you pout.

"i thought you'd be nice. you're a woman pirate for fucks sake, you're supposed to be cool! but all you've done since we met is call me scary lookin' and insult my fish!" you say as you start to shove yourself back down the shore and into the water. "i saved your life! and i didn't eat any of the fish i got for you. i mean, except for the heads. and i brought you to land and everything! you're fuckin' heavy, you know, and i swam you all the way here! and i haven't insulted your freaky ass legs once!"

you feel better back in the water. you duck your head under and swim ten feet away from the shore, twirling in a figure eight as you refresh your dehydrated body. when you breach the water, sevika's waist deep and scrambling, her hands reaching out as she searches for you in the waves.

she spots you and her shoulders slump in relief. you back away as she starts trudging towards you.

"would you quit swimmin' away, asshole? i'm trying to get to you!" she shouts. you roll your eyes at her but stop swimming, allowing her to doggypaddle over to you.

"you should be careful. the tide'll sweep you out and then you'll be lost at sea aga--mmph!"

sevika cuts you off with a kiss.

you've never kissed anyone before. some of the girls in your pack like to play with their food before they eat-- pressing kisses to enchanted sailors before tearing their throats out-- so you've seen it before. you just never got the hype.

at least not until now. because now, sevika, the pretty woman pirate, is pressing her chapped lips against yours, her warm human hands gently cupping your jaw as she hums against your mouth. now, you feel a whirlpool in your stomach. now, you feel an altogether different kind of hunger for human flesh in your chest. you wanna taste her, so you dart your tongue out to brush against her lips. she moans against you, one of her hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you against her chest. you shudder in her arms. she's strong.

sevika pulls away with a gasp after a while, and you hold onto her shoulders to keep steady as a dizzy feeling swirls in your head.

"i'm sorry." she says. "you're right. you've been nothing but nice to me and i've been a bitch. it's just a lot. i nearly died and then got rescued by a mermaid who chose to save my life and make me breakfast instead of singing me to my final sleep." she says. your eyes are locked on her lips, your tongue licking your own as you watch them move as she speaks. "you're beautiful." she says. "like... devastatingly beautiful. i can see why so many sailors would be allured by you." she says. you smile, your eyes flicking up to hers.

"we don't really eat that many humans, you know. before you guys had boats, our diet was mainly fish." you say. sevika grins.

"so... do you wanna eat some fish with me now?" she asks, gesturing to the tiny mountain of headless fish waiting on the beach. you bite your lip.

"promise you won't kill me and sell my body to scientists or something?" you ask. sevika laughs and kisses you again.

"yeah. 's long as you keep letting me kiss you." she whispers.

those terms seem pretty agreeable to you.

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the artist "writing" a comic theyll never write down never remember and never draw

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Without You

Warnings/tags: John Price x F!reader, mentions of terminal illness (not specific it’s for neither John or Reader), themes of death and the world ending. The world is technically science fiction I guess but really it’s based on a Tub Ring song. Definitely angst, I cried so much writing it.

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Completely based on the song “Without You” by Tub Ring on the A Choice of Catastrophes album, but I just didn’t want to do the little music inserting thing because it just kinda ruins the vibe

There’s something so beautiful about facing death- or even a fate much worse- and finding all the comfort you need in the fact that wherever you’re going, you’ll be with the one you love. I’ve always thought this song was incredibly heart wrenching, so I wrote a fic for it.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [826_DAYS]

The Earth is dying. 

Space travel didn’t work out. There’s no “Earth 2” for us to run to, and the future is unfathomably bleak. Death is a certainty, and in the face of that, there remains one hope: even if our bodies cannot persist, perhaps our minds can live on.

The project had been a stretch. The mere idea of uploading human consciousness to a computer brings with it a load of ethical, moral, and scientific questions- many concerning the very nature of life itself. The proposal alone had sounded far-fetched. Adding on the fact that they were looking at a development timeframe of a little under a year and it was a miracle they’d managed to secure the council's backing. 

But they had, and with the green light they needed, the group spearheading the project had hit the ground running, beginning the largest recruitment campaign in the shelter’s history. 

It was described as the citizen's duty, and at the start, it had been well received. Hundreds of doctors, scientists, and engineers agreed to come work on the project under reduced salaries- you’d been one of them- and even more citizens donated their time and expertise to the project free of charge. 

It was an effort unlike any other. For possibly the first time, the entire human race pulled together to work towards a common goal. It was historic, really, and perhaps to those of a more cynical disposition, deeply ironic, considering the context.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [463_DAYS]

Early trials began this month

Others had gone before you in the early trials, but the only volunteers for a project like this were ones with nothing to lose. The project’s early trial participants had all been people whose bodies were giving out on them. Most had some form of terminal illness- usually an advanced cancer- and were projected to have only months left to live.

You’d had the chance to speak with some of them throughout your time on the project. Some told you it was a last attempt to save themselves, but others told you they never believed in the technology in the first place- at least not in its current form. Many of those conversations left you torn up emotionally. You struggled to find where you even stood on the project. Sure, you were one of the people working on it, but did you really believe that it’d be what had been promised?

Those initial tests had confirmed that yes, there was something transferred over in the process, but whether whatever had made it over was truly the same person as had gone in? It was impossible to tell.

However, given the circumstances, no one had much of a choice.

The Earth had been heating up for centuries. Even if humanity had only retreated underground in the past three, you were all painfully aware of the state of the climate above you…. Being unable to repair the cooling system was the nail in the coffin, but the signs had been there all along. Losing the ability to make surface excursions, increasing levels of toxins leaking through the air filtration system, the water rations- everyone knew it was coming.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [357_DAYS]

The possibility to be uploaded to the system had been opened to the general public only days ago, but the fact of the matter was that people were scared. They had doubts about the safety of the system, many of which were valid concerns you held yourself. But, with it being only a matter of months until the earth’s surface was projected to reach temperatures higher than what the shelter’s life support systems could counteract, there wasn’t time for people to wait.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [351_DAYS]

Within the week, people began calling for government officials and forerunners of the project to go first, but no one stepped forward.

Prove to us that you trust in this technology the public cried. Prove to us that you trust it with your life before we trust it with ours they said, but only silence answered.

If the entire human population- which although it was nowhere near its formal peak, was still no insignificant figure- waited until the very week of the projected life support failure, it would be impossible for everyone to undergo the procedure in time. There’d be hundreds of thousands left behind. They needed people to trust the technology- and they needed them to trust it now.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [329_DAYS]

Exactly a month after the program had been opened up and the tensions had only been rising. The population of the shelter bordered on civil unrest, and public opinion on the project had soured greatly.

A general attitude of distrust towards the project and all those involved began to permeate the shelter. Calls were being made to cut funding and scrap the project. The media began to call into question the credentials and capabilities of those at the helm, and tensions between the scientific community and the public were higher than ever. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be a chance for humanity to come together and work towards a common goal. Instead, it’s looking more and more like our last days as a species will be ones of fear, pain, and inevitable violence rather than the salvation we hoped.

That night, you laid in bed beside your husband, tracing your fingers idly over his large, solid chest and admiring the way his deep blue eyes skimmed across the text of the book he held.

“John?”

“Love?”

You swallow thickly, your eyes meeting his as you work up the courage to admit what you’ve been thinking about for weeks now.

“I was going to volunteer myself… to try and encourage others.”

Immediately, John put the book down, dropping it carelessly to the side and cupping your cheek tenderly with his hand.

“Oh baby… no… no no no-“ He mutters, and your heart breaks at the sight of tears in his eyes.

You feel your own eyes start to water and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close and tucking your face into the crook of his neck, letting your tears smear against his skin.

“You don’t have to do this.” He says softly, carding his hand gently through your hair as he holds you tight.

“I want to.” You assure him, face burning as you struggle not to sob. “I could help people- I could save them.”

“Not you… it doesn’t have to be you… just let someone else make that sacrifice. Let someone else carry the burden for once, please, love.” John whispers, his voice strained and pleading.

You pull away, stroking his cheek and looking at him with all the love in the world.

“John…” You say, your words caught in your throat. “We'll all be dead this time next year no matter what. We agreed we’d do it eventually… better to go quickly when you’re expecting it than to live for months just waiting for the cooling system to give out and for you to be baked to death…”

“Please love- no. I can’t lose you.” John whispers, his hands trembling as he brushes a strand of your hair from your face. “I can’t live without you.”

You start to cry in earnest. Thick, ugly tears stream down your face as you pull John back towards you, planting yourself firmly back into his embrace as you sob.

“I- I don’t want to just wait around to die!!” You bawl, voice cracking with emotion as you feel John’s arms tighten around you, his whole body shaking as tears of his own soak into the back of your shirt.

“I’m going with you.”

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [322_DAYS]

The week after moves in a blur. There’s a lot of crying between you and John. A lot of I love you’s, a lot of holding each other, and a lot of the softest sex you’ve ever had with the man.

You eventually announce your intentions to your boss- who passes the information on to their boss, who passes the information on to their boss, who then passes the information on to the press manager of the project, who asks you and John if you’d be willing to do the whole thing publicly.

You talk to John and end up declining to have the procedure filmed, but agree to do an interview to allow yourself to be shown off as “proof” the technology is safe.

That’s the whole reason you’re doing this in the first place, isn’t it? To encourage others to take this step?

It’s a question of faith, it’s a question of trust, but you’re not sure where you stand on either, and maybe that’s why you’ll be the first- or at least, the first person with much of a choice- to submit yourself to the procedure.

You and John, of course.

And, of course, it’s John who’s your biggest comfort through it all. Never have you been more sure that you married the right man.

For every interview you struggle through, he’s sitting beside you, answering any questions he can for the both of you and holding your hand tightly in his the entire time, squeezing it affectionately every so often.

Then at night he holds you tightly, his scratchy beard tickling your forehead as he whispers words of love and reassurance to you. You couldn’t do it without his support. You hardly can even with it.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [298_DAYS]

The day of arrives, and you’re both given a simple white uniform to change into. The two of you stand together in the cramped changing room, pressed close together in a space really only meant for one person as you share one final private moment.

John strokes your hair, his eyes staring lovingly into yours as his mouth tugs upwards into a small smile.

“I love you.” He says softly, and the simple words nearly break you.

“I’m scared.” You whisper, and the admission is like a crack in a dam- the first hint of doubt quickly followed by a barrage of fear. “I’m scared that I’ve dragged you into this. I’m scared that it was never really those people who we were communicating with after they were uploaded, but just digitized copies of their memories and personalities. I’m scared we’ll die with our bodies and it’ll just be nothingness once we do. I’m scared that even if it works, it won’t be like they said. I’m scared it’ll just be a jumble of all of us and our thoughts and voices- that I won’t be able to tell where I end and someone else begins- or even find you.”

John wraps his arms around you, holding you tight to his chest and pressing your head to his chest, soothingly rocking the two of you back and forth as he comforts you.

“Oh love..” he murmurs, rubbing big circles into your back as your hands clutch at his waist, desperately trying to somehow pull him even closer.

“If we all become a single voice, I will seek you out. If we die with our bodies, I will be there to greet you in whatever afterlife exists out there, and if one doesn’t, I’ll still be there with you. I will always find you. I will always be with you.”

John tilts your head back, having you look at him.

“I will always find you. You hear me? Nothing in this world or the next could ever keep me away from you.”

You stifle a sob, nodding and leaning forward to kiss him. You taste your own tears on his lips, but despite that, it’s tender and loving, and right now, it’s everything you’ve ever needed.

“A-and you promise you don’t feel forced or pressured to do this without me? Because you don’t- you can come later-” 

John cuts you off, shaking his head. “I couldn’t let you do this without me, not when it’s inevitable anyways. Wherever we're going, Love. I'm not joining in without you.”

Again, you cry, only managing to collect yourself after nearly ten minutes of telling John how much you love him.

When the two of you exit the changing room, you keep your hands firmly intertwined. Your eyes are red and puffy, and it’s fairly obvious to anyone looking that you’ve been crying, but no one calls any attention to it.

The room is crowded, with a doctor standing off to one corner and a man and woman you vaguely recognize from working with in the past off to the other.

You’re both offered the chance to pray before you’re instructed to lay down on a pair of exam beds, where a doctor performs a quick examination on the both of you.

The cold swipe of an alcohol pad over your forehead startles you, but you’re quick to settle, looking over to where John lays beside you and jerking out your hand, retaking his and squeezing tightly.

He smiles and you force yourself to smile back, a stray tear threatening to escape despite it all.

An electrode pad is stuck against your forehead once the alcohol dries, then the process is repeated for another four locations.

“I love you.” You say, giving John’s hand a quick squeeze.

“I love you too.” John replies, returning your squeeze with one of his own.

You watch as the process with the electrodes is repeated on John, your smile becoming slightly less forced as his own doesn’t waiver.

The woman who’d been waiting by the door until now steps forward, taking a seat to the side of the beds and introducing herself as she taps away at a screen angled away from you.

“Alright, my name is Madeline and I’m going to be the one doing your transfer. I’m going to count you off, backwards from three, is that alright?” The woman asks, and you look at John, both of you nodding in confirmation to each other before John speaks up.

“We’re ready.”

The woman nods, pressing something on the screen in front of her before she begins.

“Alright… Three.”

“I love you. I love you so much.” You say to John, the words you have feeling completely inadequate to describe the depth of what you feel for the man lying beside you.

“I love you more than you could ever know.” John says back, and you can see it in his eyes that he feels the same way.

“Two.”

A metallic taste fills your mouth and a funny, almost tingling sensation starts at the nape of your neck, radiating slowly out towards the rest of your body, but you pay it no mind, only giving John’s hand another quick squeeze.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“One.”

“I love you”

“I love yo-”

“I love you…”

“I love...”

“I…”

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[viforavi]

band!au where vi is hayley williams in paramore and caitlyn is maria in the marías. walk with me

[gremlin-girly]

Day 12: Skiing

Characters: reader, Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out), Blaine (Hot Tub Time Machine)

Pairing: childhood best friend! Ransom x reader

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, another meet cute, childhood friend!Ransom, ski marshal!Blaine, just so much sass, minor injury, innuendo, meet cute if you squint (because it's me), also you get cookies so win win, jealous!ransom

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine

Summary: Your best friend since childhood brings you to a chalet to get some R&R, with 100% no ulterior motive...

Word count: 1.8k

Divider: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: I have never watched the hot tub time machine... now I will. This inspired another fic that is stuck in the WIP machine. Im actually posting all of the finished fluffcembers ASAP, there's some that aren't quite finished yet but they will be in the next week (Wonderful Life is overtaking me) - Love, Grem x

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Whatever possessed you to let your best friend Ransom Drysdale convince you to go skiing with him, you had no idea.

You were a danger on the slopes and you knew it. You were a terrible skiier. Ransom knew his way around the slopes, irritatingly, like it was second nature and insisted you could be the same if you put a little bit of focus into what you were doing.

Never one to not terrorise you at any given opportunity, Ransom convinced you to follow him up the slope on the lift, promising that you'd be on the baby slope.

The baby slope, it turned out was the smallest mountain of the three. Only very skilled kids were flying past you and you were clinging to Ransom for dear life.

"Ran!" You squeak as he sets up. You're feet are sliding in your skiis, slowly inching your way down the slope.

"Just relax." He chuckles, pushing at your shoulders. "You'll be fine."

You were not fine.

You barrelled down the mountain at breakneck speed only managing to slow down when your legs cross in front of you and you dive head first into the ski marshal near the bottom of the slope; screaming all the way down.

"Hey! Woah!" The ski marshal huffs angrily, just barely holding you up as your feet splay awkwardly. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Sorry," You pant, embarrassment flooding you as you hear Ran's cackling behind you, skiing down behind you utterly relaxed. "It's my first time."

His lips twitch upwards and you fight back a groan.

"First time skiing." You clarify and glare behind your shoulder at Ransom who's slowing to stop.

"I can tell." He chuckles. "You're a danger on the mountain."

"Tell me about it." Ransom's voice calls from behind you.

"You're a turd Ran," You puff, hurriedly letting go of the poor marshal's puffer jacket when you notice you're still clutching him. You glare over at Ransom again, who gives you a shit eating smirk as he strolls up behind you with his skiis on his shoulder.

"Pretty dangerous." The marshal adds seriously, raising an eyebrow at Ransom. "I don't need those sorts of ski shenanigans on my mountain."

"Ski shenanigans?" Ransom rolls his eyes at the ski Marshall. "What are you? God of the mountain?"

Said ski Marshall is helping you stand steady as your legs slide out in opposite directions.

"Maybe I am." The marshall huffs at Ran and once you're steady again, gives you a stunning, charming smile. "The name's Blaine."

Embarassment aside, you give Blaine a once over. A soft mop of brown hair and piercing blue eyes that tell you he takes his job seriously, perhaps even too seriously. However, it's his stupidly good looking face that makes you giddy and giggly as you let him take your hand as you introduce yourself.

"Blaine?" Ransom scoffs and you elbow him in the ribs.

"Shut it, Hugh." You growl at him and he scowls at you. You return Blaine's smile. "Thanks, Blaine. I'm sorry about crash landing on you."

"Not a problem." Blaine reaches to a pocket on his snowmobile and pulls out a flask, wiggling it at you. "Here. Hot cocoa. Should help the nerves."

Warmth rushes to your cheeks as you thank him, taking the hot flask in your padded hands and sipping it carefully. Blaine seems pleased about making you blush and Ransom glower and gives you another stunning smile.

"You're more than welcome to stay here for a bit. I could use the company."

"Hrmph." Ransom puffs his chest and tries to look unaffected that you're not paying attention to him. In fact, it irks him more that you don't even cast a glance in his direction when he harumphs.

Shit-eating smirk gone, Ransom sighs, mentioning to you and Blaine that he's going to finish skiing; but it falls on deaf ears. Grumbling to himself and stomping to the ski lift Ransom knows he has to do something. This whole holiday had been his idea, his plan to finally get you alone to himself, where he could finally be honest with you without the prying eyes of his family butting in and ruining everything.

He'd be dammed if some smarmy ski marshal swept you off your feet before he did.

Snow swept up and brushed his face as he flew down the mountain, opting for a different route to avoid your giggling and gooey eyed expression with the annoying God of the Mountain Blaine. God he hated him.

How could he win you back? How could his grand plan be over before it started?

The cookies.

Your favourite cookies he'd brought to surprise you with. The ones that were a pain in the ass to find - the ones you loved a ridiculous amount; they'd been taken to the room with the bags.

Maybe all was not lost.

He knows he has to ski down the slope you're on (with Blaine) and he knows he should go further along so that he doesn't spot you both. But he doesn't.

Ransom slows as he skis past, watching your rosy cheeked smile as you giggle at something the idiot has said. Bile raises in his throat as anger seeps into his soul and he focuses his eyes forward. You should be laughing with him. Making all of the cute faces you always have done and snipping at him when he teases too much.

Mayyyybe taking you up the mountain was a bad idea.

Maybe.

Undeterred in his plan Ransom makes a beeline for the chalets as soon as he's ditched his skis, his plans for the evening growing arms and legs as he thinks about how to get back in your good books.

When you finally head inside to find your room, you text Ransom to let him know you're heading to shower and change out of your skin gear wondering where he'd disappeared to.

You'd gotten Blaine's number, much to your own excitement, and had wondered if a ski chalet romance was on the cards for you. Smiling to yourself as you approach the large oak desk at the main reception, you wonder if Ran would mind if you ditch him for a date at some point during the trip.

The receptionist stalls your shower by about ten minutes, claiming to have lost the second key to your room and it doesn't strike you as odd until you're 200 yards from the door that she said second key.

"That penny pinching bastard," you mutter, trying the handle and finding it was unlocked. "RAN!"

You're frowning already as you open the door wider and find the lights in the hall are off. Unless there's an axe murderer somewhere in your chalet, Ransom must have taken a diva nap; making your irritation spiral.

Flicking the light on in the hallway, you're surprised to find the floor covered in petals. Are you sure you have the right room?

"Ran?" Your voice is quieter now as you tentatively step inside the threshold. "You in here?"

The living room light is off but there's a warm glow emmanating around the door, where the petals stop. You place your skis down quietly, removing your snow gear while your heart beats furiously in your ears. Surely this was the wrong chalet?

The door creaks as you push it open gently, peeking inside. Ransom is pacing before the fireplace, lit candles basking him in that delicious buttery gold glow. Your eyes drop in front of him, to a table filled with...

"Are those choc chip shortbread rounds?"

Ransom startles and glares at you slightly before softening. He'd also changed out from his snow gear, into his sweater and some loose slacks. He clears his throat, hoping you think the pink of his cheeks is because he's warm.

"Uh, yeah. Had them shipped in." Ransom tries to be nonplussed. "I didn't know if you'd want hot chocolate," he grits out, folding his arms. "But there's tea as well."

"This is for me?" You squeak, walking forward and taking a sweet biscuit. They were your favourites; only a specific brand could reach the perfect blend of buttery goodness with the simple delicacy of a chocolate chip and it was hard to get in the US.

"Who else would it be for?" Ransom huffs, but glances over to you when you hum with delight after a bite of your shortbread.

"It's sweet Ran." You comment and then think of the petals in the hallway, and the stalling of the receptionist. Your eyes narrow at Ransom.

"You... planned this." You say slowly, inching towards him.

"Yeah, duh." Ransom rolls his blue eyes at you like its going out of fashion.

"No, no. You planned this for me." You repeat still eyeing him. He refuses to look down at you, looking at a very interesting dust bunny in one of the alcoves.

"You... we're jealous." You state beginning to smile. "But you had all of this ready anyway."

"Im not jealous." He grumbles, fixing his arms. "How'd you know I had all of this ready? I could've paid someone to get this on a whim. There's no-"

"I know those cookies take at least two months to get delivered." You grin when his lips pull into a thin line. Gotcha.

"O-oh. Right. Well. Maybe this chalet had some left over." Ran argues pathetically, trying to win a game he'd already been bested in.

"Yuh huh." You give him a knowing look and when his eyes sparkle when he finally looks at you properly. "You're a terrible liar."

Ransom's shoulders sag and he sighs but you lean up slightly to ghost your lips against his before placing the rest of your shortbread between his teeth. He looks confused for a second and then frowns at you, eating the cookie hurriedly and grabbing your wrist before you move away, pulling you back against his chest.

"Tell me," you murmur, holding his muscled arm wrapped in the softness of his sweater. "Tell me why you did it."

"Because I like you. A lot." Ransom murmurs back into your ear.

"And you were jealous." You tease and Ransom puffs in annoyance, tickling the skin on your skin. You can hear your heartbeat again, thunderous like last time, but you find yourself smiling.

"A little." His arms wrap around you, caging you against him. His lips are warm when they press against your temple and it's like your body takes a screenshot. It's a tender and warm kiss that makes you feel ready to puke butterflies. You feel slightly foolish for not acting on anything sooner.

"How many other ploys did you have planned to win me over?" You wonder at loud and Ransom chuckles, making your body shake with the vibration.

"Is now a bad time to say that this chalet only has one bed?"

Your head falls against his shoulder as you groan. "Ransom."

[tfemluna]

GUYS IM AFRAID THEY COOKED WITH THIS EPISODE IM CRAZY

i love dysfunctional tuna you will be hearing more from l8ter im insane

[invinciblerodent]

genuinely experienced a moment of distress just now over the fact that Strife is an actual character in Dragon Age, so having a romanced Rook call Neve that as a cute nickname would be really confusing

but like. yknow.

Trouble and Strife????? like the word in cockney rhyming slang for wife????????????

hello?????????????? i'm repeatedly slapping the mic with my entire palm, is anyone hearing me?????????????

[brokedirt]

My professor told my lecture hall that our chem score will be in tomorrow and I’m like great but like it was on a fucking Scranton. It shouldn’t take this long to grade them 😭🫠

[katkat030]

Bdubs uses horse shampoo.

that’s it that’s the post goodnight

[eliotwritesgood]

time to EDIT

[dandelion-wings]

just read a delightful OT3 story in another fandom involving hot baths and massages, and now I am directly yoinking a bunch of its beats so I can tell myself a bedtime story about Lisa and Kaeya bullying Jean into a hot bath and massages. 10/10, do recommend