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week 49: for June 5

Always Sunny in Schitt's Creek: Fics with Weather

For Week 49, I asked for recs meteorological in nature:

Do you know of any good fics where the weather plays a part? Maybe there’s one about characters dealing with a rainy wedding day? Maybe a snowstorm has our favorite couple or not-a-couple-yet trapped in a situation? Maybe someone’s on a beach enjoying the sunshine? Maybe there’s a heatwave or a cold snap derailing plans?

I was going to separate these by types of weather, but then I got sidetracked wondering about various kinds of storms and whether they needed differentiating—so, for the sake of efficiency, nevermind. I think most of them are clear anyway if you're looking for a certain mood.

All Summer Long by @simplymarleycat

and then one day, everything changed by railmedaddy / @rmd-writes

April Showers by AWorldOfDreams / @a-noble-dragon and its podfic by @hullomoon

Awake in the Night by @cypress-tree

Breakdown by @codswalloping and its podfic by @godoflaundrybaskets

caught in the slightest wind by foxtails / @ratchet

Cloudy with a Chance by @agoodpersonrose

Come Back To Bed by @characterassassination-at-9am

come rain or come shine by hudders-and-hiddles / @wild-aloof-rebel

come to sparkle the dark up by @simplymarleycat

Double-Booked by @themelancholyvegetable

Everywhere You Go, Always Take the Weather With You by AWorldOfDreams / @a-noble-dragon

Fire and Snow by iola17 / @beaiola

Frozen Fingers and its sequel Season's Change by @kindofspecificstore

the grey ceiling on the earth by @queenmabcreates

Hold Me Like You'll Never Let Me Go by @mooodlighting

Journées du Chat Noir by @jamilas-pen

Just to Hold the Hands I Love by @designatedgrape

keep you out of the rain by doingthemost / @sarahlevys

The Lighthouse by @68henley

A Little Rain Must Fall by houdini74 / @mostlyinthemorning

peaceful quiet... by @startswithhope

Raindrops Have Brought Us Together by AWorldOfDreams / @a-noble-dragon

snow is smiling by @banesapothecary

Snow Truckin' by @rosedavid

Suited Up by coffee_and_glitter / @fictasticvoyage

Too Hot for Clothes by @frizzlenox

Total Power Failure by @meadowharvest4856

Weathering the Storm by iola17 / @beaiola

Whew, thank you!

I hope that everyone who is too hot is doing the best they can. Perhaps you would like to reread some snow fics after you finish the above list?

If you are still interested in giving some fic recs, I am still collecting for wish you were there, Father's Day, and happy endings. It is noon on Sunday my time and I'm aiming for a round-up a day, just to give you an idea as to whether it's too late. It helps a great deal if you tag me.

Confused, Shane immediately calls him.

"Is this some new and unique way to psych me out before the final, Rozanov? I didn't know you had money on Detroit."

"No, I am sending for a good reason," Ilya laughs. "I know it sucks for us that when you win all your team will be kissing their girlfriends and Pike will be making out all gross with Jackie, and we will not be able to. So, I wanted to show you exactly where I first kissed the cup. It was on the top, right over where it says Ottawa 1905, left of where it says 'Challenge Cup'. I remember because I did this on purpose. We weren't anything then, but I was thinking of you. I couldn't help thinking of you. So if you kiss the same place, it will be a little like we are sharing a kiss. And only we will know about it."

And Shane feels the air clean knocked out of his lungs and the back of his throat get tight, as he barely gets out, "Baby, that's... Thank you. I don't know what to say. I love you so fucking much. I'll make sure you see our kiss, okay?"

"I will be watching. I love you, My Shane. Go show the world why Shane Fucking Hollander is the goat, okay?"

On the night Shane wins his third Stanley Cup, he kisses their spot on the cup, thinking only of Ilya, and longs for a day where he can pull him onto the ice like Scott did with Kip.

(There is the other thing, too, that sick exciting twist in their guts at the thought of being found out like this. It would be violating, of course, but also somehow hot, being shown off at their most intimate and vulnerable. Look at us, we're this good, you can never have it this way with either of us or anyone else.)

They agree on nothing digital, the risk of being hacked is too big. It has got to be a film camera. This way, even if someone finds it in a hotel room, there'd be no way to view the shots taken, not until the film is developed in a safe space.

Ilya remembers his mama's old Zenit 122. He remembers her telling him that to have the film developed, the man at the shop needs to bring it into the darkroom, careful not to have any sliver of daylight catch on to it or else it’d be ruined.

So he looks up how to set up a darkroom of his own. He dedicates an entire room of his house for this purpose. Sets up work tables, makes adjustments to the doors and windows to make sure no light slips in, buys the whole shebang off of eBay - infrared lights, enlarger, developing fluids and sheets and sheets of photo paper and rolls of film. He learns the entire process; at first he takes the camera out whenever he goes out on foot - taking random pictures of Boston to figure out the lens, the aperture and the depth of field, the process of development and the timing. He's got a good eye for composition, it turns out. He's very excited to share this with Shane.

He kind of hopes this dedication will translate into the words that shaped in his head some time ago but that he will not say out loud, not yet.

And translate it does, Shane is quietly impressed, moved, excited.

"You'd spend so much time on figuring all of this stuff out, just so we could have this?"

And Ilya's heart maybe skips a beat at the we, and there is so many things he wants to say, none of them safe. "Yes."

The first roll of film is a blur, there's too much movement and all the pictures are taken in rooms which are too dark, the distance between lens and subject is awkward. It's Ilya's hand gripping Shane's thigh as he rides him, Shane's back arched as his cheek is pressed into the pillow, Shane's asscheeks spread as Ilya is pounding into him. Shane takes some of these, too, to offer his perspective. It's his ankles around Ilya's neck, his mouth hanging open or a shot of Ilya's torso, sweaty and covered in cum.

The second film is crazy, 32 out of 36 frames are mirror shots. They figured it was easier to get a good shot like this, have more context - they can fit more of them in the frame. It was Shane that suggested it, actually, quietly reasonable "We will both be in the picture this way", as if it wasn't the added thrill of watching themselves that made this into a yesyesyesyes idea. It starts off tame by their standards, the first picture is cropped belly button to mid thigh and it's just Ilya in front of the mirror, Shane behind him, jerking him off. With time they get more creative with it, they fuck in a chair in front of the mirror in Shane's apartament, then they move the mirror beside the bed, then they flip the mirror horizontally. They make use of the mirrored wall in Shane's home gym, all sweat and flushed faces. The last sequence of the roll, 12 pictures in total, is from when they, after a particularly long stretch of time apart, rent a hotel room with a mirror on the ceiling.