#snow melt

[geopsych]

Walk at the park

[mostro-lounge-menu]

FLUFFCEMBER

Day 28 Snowmelt

Floyd Leech

Reader runs super warm, like warm enough to melt snow on their own in surprising quickness, so like living furnace warm. And because eels are cold blooded, when they hold hands in the snow they cause a bit of steam because of the snow clinging to their hands.

Ah, esteemed patron! Welcome!

You have placed a Fluffcember reservation for Day 28: Snow Melt, featuring Monsieur Floyd Leech.

The "flavor profile" here is exquisite. The biological contrast between a cold-blooded eel (who becomes lethargic and cold in winter) and a "living furnace" Reader? And the visual of steam rising from joined hands? That is top-tier sensory writing.

The kitchen has prepared this Manager's Specialty Pasta with a side of thermodynamics. We do hope this meal is to your satisfaction!

Serving: Snow Melt

"Ngh... it's freezing~."

Floyd Leech was miserable. He was draped over a park bench like a discarded wet towel, despite being bundled in a massive, puffy coat. His mood was as grey as the sky.

"I can't move," he whined, his voice dragging. "My fins are frozen. I'm gonna turn into an ice sculpture, Shrimpy. Then you'll be sorry. You'll have to carry me back to the Mirror."

"You're being dramatic, Floyd," you said, standing in front of him. You, in contrast, had your coat unzipped. You were radiating heat like a walking stove.

"Am not," he grumbled, burying his nose in his scarf. "Merfolk aren't built for this. It's a design flaw. I need a heater. Or a squeeze."

He reached out a gloved hand, wiggling his fingers demandingly. "Hand."

You smiled and pulled off your own glove. You didn't mind the cold; your circulation was aggressive. You reached out and took his gloved hand.

"Ew, no," Floyd complained, using his other hand to rip his glove off with his teeth. "Skin to skin. I need the good heat."

He grabbed your bare hand with his large, freezing cold one.

The reaction was immediate.

"Whoa," Floyd breathed, his eyes widening.

It wasn't just warm. It was hot. Your skin against his icy palm felt like he had touched a mug of coffee fresh from the microwave. The shock of it zinged up his arm, waking up his sluggish nerves.

"Shrimpy..." he murmured, staring at your joined hands. "You're burning up. Are you sick?"

"No," you laughed. "Just warm-blooded. Extremely warm-blooded."

A few snowflakes drifted down, landing on your joined hands.

Usually, snow would sit on Floyd’s skin for a long time before melting. But the moment the flakes touched the back of your hand—and the places where his cold fingers pressed into your hot skin—they didn't just melt.

They evaporated.

A tiny, faint wisp of white steam curled up from the space between your palms.

Floyd leaned in, fascinated. He watched another snowflake land, turn to water instantly, and then seem to sizzle into mist.

"Haaa~?" A wide, delighted grin split his face, his lethargy forgotten. "Look at that! You're steaming! You're actually steaming!"

He squeezed your hand tighter, interlacing his long, cold fingers with your hot ones, trying to absorb every joule of energy you were emitting.

"It feels... tingly," he purred, the sound vibrating in his chest. "Like holding a hot rock from the vent. Or a kettle."

He tugged you closer, wrapping his other arm around your waist and burying his freezing face into the crook of your neck (which made you yelp).

"Ahhh~," he sighed contentedly, practically melting against you. "That's the stuff. You're melting me, Shrimpy. Literally."

He looked up at you, his heterochromatic eyes half-lidded and happy.

"I'm not letting go until I stop seeing steam," he declared. "You're my personal heater now. Don't turn off."

A "dish" served with scientific wonder and leech-style clinginess! The kitchen is delighted to confirm this reservation.

— Manager Seru

[lightningsocks]

[callalillywrites]

Snow Melt - Spencer Reid

Welcome to our first official Fic Friday. We did have a new story last Friday, but Fic Friday wasn't officially a thing just yet. So this is the first. This week, we're going to see Spencer Reid and his Reader in a Fluffcember 2025 prompt.

I didn't get the chance to finish these prompts back in December. Life and an injury has kept me from getting back to them until now (really had hoped to finish them by end of March), and being a completionist, I'm going to do what I can to wrap them up sooner than later.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 935

Summary: You and Spencer spend a morning together watching the snow melt on one of your large apartment windows.

Warnings: none

A/N: This man deserves as much softness as we can give him, and I hope I've managed to do just that with this one.

Spencer Reid Masterlist | Character Masterlist

Cool sheets greeted him when Spencer rolled over, searching for your warmth and comfort.

Blinking his eyes open, he noted the early sunshine peeking between the covered windows of your shared bedroom. A glimpse over his shoulder found the en-suite doorway darkened. Wherever you were, it wasn't the bedroom you two shared.

His bones and joints ached, but a few stretches loosened them as he made his way to the living room.

"I didn't mean to wake you," you said softly from the seat you'd taken up near one of the large windows. The drapes had been pulled back and the blinds lifted so you could stare out the sparkling glass. Little snowflakes from the previous night's soft snowfall had begun to melt against the pane, but that seemed to be what you wanted as your head swiveled back with a soft smile. "The snow's already melting. They said this would be our last snowfall for the year."

That got the corners of his mouth quirking upward.

Of course, you'd be up that early to watch the snow melt on the windows. It was something you'd done since the first weeks he'd known you. A hobby of your that he'd catalogued with everything else he'd come to know about you and fall that much harder, it seemed.

"Spring's coming, then," he murmured, shuffling toward where you sank back in your chair. He gently tugged and tucked the corner of the oversized blanket you preferred around your shirt-clad shoulder.

Your head tilted back to look up at him, your sweet smile gracing your lips. "I made coffee, but I kinda forgot about it. The pot should still be warm if you're interested."

Unable to help himself, he leaned down and pecked a quick kiss to your lips.

He doesn't get far though.

You pull him back down and give him a real proper kiss. Your lips had cooled considerably in the colder air of the living room, but they were soft, something he always associated with you.

"Morning," you murmured against his lips before finally letting him go.

A low chuckle left him. "Morning to you, too."

"Wanna join me?" You lifted the blanket, opening it up to welcome him within its warm confines.

He nodded. "I do, but let me get us some coffee first. Keep my spot warm?"

"Always," you agreed, your gaze already going back to the window. "You can help me with my spring list."

Spencer made his way into the kitchen. He found the coffeepot as promised, full of still warmed coffee, and quickly gathered up your favorite cups. As he poured out generous cups for you both, he said, "What's on it so far?"

Over the next minute or so, you spelled out all you'd already thought would be fun to do with him during your favorite season. Picnics in the nearby park as well as perusing some of the bookshops around the city, especially ones that you haven't really explored before. You'd also earmarked some of the farmer markets that're coming to the city as well as craft fairs and other events that'll get you both out of doors and into the sun a bit. You never failed to tease him about his many hours holed up indoors when he could be getting a little sun in his pretty curls.

His lips curled into a real grin as he listened to all of your plans. You never failed to find some of the more interesting activities to do around the city, ones that let the two of you talk. Well, more him than you as he never failed to offer up random bits of trivia whenever given the opportunity. Once upon a time, that would've worried him, but you loved his vast knowledge, even asking questions to keep him going as long as possible.

As he finished fixing up both your cups, he mentioned a few upcoming events that he'd heard about through Penelope. Your quick inhales and mounting excitement were so palpable that he could feel it clear across the apartment, which only made his smile grow even more.

Coming back to the living room with both your cups fully decked out, he set them on the nearby side table.

You pushed to your feet at the same time and set the blanket just do on the chair you vacated.

Spencer didn't need to be told what to do next. The two of you had done this so often, even in the few months you've lived together, that he could do this in his sleep. In a smooth motion, he took up his new place on the chair with his arms soon outstretched and ready to accept you in his lap and arms. Once you were settled, he grabbed up the edges of the blanket and burritoed the two of you together. A few tugs and tucks had you both soon cocooned together, and your gazes had returned to the window.

"Which rivulet is winning?" he murmured in your ear, his grin not diminishing even as he gently teased you.

You pointed at the one nearest the window's edge, which had indeed descended several inches in the time he'd been gone.

The two of you sat there for a while, contentment keeping you there and watching the few remaining snowflakes melt.

It was a moment that would eventually have to end, but Spencer would never be accused of rushing these moments with you. He loved them too much, and he hoped to have as many of them as he could with you for the rest of your lives.

[theenlightenedoutlaw]

[srnavlese]

Když začneš potřebovat jaro už v lednu, je to sakra moc brzy. Zima je vždycky delší, než dokáže člověk unést. Tohle je konec ledna, nic hezkýho...

[tabloidweather]

12 April 2011

SUPER SPRING is starting!! Snow melting at record pace!!

[ofcedarandbone]

Theo's Cache: Seasonal Waters

Acquired via: Collection/harvesting

My growing collection of seasonally significant water in recycled glass jars.

So far I have water collected from the first summer storm (2025), the first autumn storm from the autumn equinox (2025), and the first snow of the year (2025).

They get used in cleansing sprays for the altar, floor washes, and most recently mini simmer pots.