07 Jul 2015
16:20
Warning: This fic contains RPS! If you don’t like it, please don’t read!
Pairings: Hatsome
Rating: NSFW
Word Count: 2359
Note: Kind-of set in America? This came from no-where, and it was an appropriate setting. Was originally gonna be Smornby, but Hatsome happened.I need to stop writing smut at work.Feeling his sunglasses start to slip, Ross wriggles his nose and nudges them back into place with a knuckle. The sun burns at his skin, making him thankful for the sun cream he’d practically caked himself with earlier that day. Its trademark scent is still thick on his hands, and fills him with childhood memories of holidays with his family.
#this was so great ?????? #I really liked it and I was just really like awwwhhh when smith smoothed down Ross' hair and then I just got like a sinking feeling bc OH NO #smith is a giant dork who doesn't really know what he is doing 90% of the time probably #wanting to be affectionate w his boyfriends sure but come on can u not be considerate u dork #Trott being the voice of wisdom like ALWAYS what would they do without him #does someone have a minute to talk about Chris Trott #++++ Ross use your words when ur upset gosh !!!!!!!!!! #but then again making up is always fun right #ahhhh I really enjoyed this fic #ficrec #hatsome #reblog #rps - #nsfw -
15 Feb 2015
09:29
a/n; basically summary of this part is kinda like; mistakes can sometimes be fixed and all that. anyway hopefully it’s enjoyable. there’s also like talk about death (but no actual death) but just so u know
title; 50% (2/2)
pairings; smornby, troffy, hatsome
word count; 3402
Ross thinks somewhere some kind of entity is laughing at his situation. Somewhere (somehow) a god is peering down from a mountain and ruining his life (turning it to ash by lighting it on fire with wrongly placed desires and poor choices). Somewhere a god is turning his despair (his confusion, his anger, his love) into toxic gas and filtering it out into the air (gods don’t need to breath).