( let it snow )

[bottecellie]

Winter Wonderland Meme

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme

‧ post with whatever character you want
‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading
‧ ???
‧ profit

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.

② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?

③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.

④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!

⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.

⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.

⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧

Comments

[hasstandards]

Yeah, but a man returning from the dead and stabbin' you in the back once you've put a bullet in his head is a bit much.

[cyphers]

Oui, I would agree with that. In addition, it takes away a certain level of satisfaction.

[crockblocking]

Either that or we could always google the answer.

who would want to 8D

[hypercompetent]

[It had been stated what felt like ages ago that no one in Beacon Hills trusted each other, and that was their problem. But now, with a major number of crises under their belts, the pack of Beacon Hills was bonded together, stitched by trauma but held now by a thin line of trust. With the induction of Team Freewolf into the pack, more or less--when Scott's flighty loyalties stayed in place, that is--things had gotten better.

Stiles' own trust in Derek was stronger than ever, even if he never made it known. And there's a part of him that knows the same of Derek; sometimes his actions spoke of something a little more behind a very misguided hero complex. And sometimes Derek let him do exactly what he was about to do.

Which was casually push on his left shoulder, enough to shift their momentum so that he rolled over on top of Derek's chest, swinging a bare leg over him and getting comfortable--the kiss broke for a moment, long enough for his mouth to slide into a grin, before he dove back into it, framing his arms on either side of his head.]

[moonpowers]

I haven't thought that far through.

Good question.

[triskeles]

[ Trust had always been a major problem with the pack, one that had everyone going around behind each others backs and acting like it was a minor disease. Derek had been fairly guilty of it, withholding information and keeping to himself despite the fact he was the alpha, and he was meant to be out there for the every individual member of the pack, and the collective group. But after enough hell and various adventures through it, they all learned that the bond they had was one they needed.

Even then, though, it'd taken a while for him to give this much trust to Stiles. A disgruntled sort of noise escaped him with the push, but instead of using his weight against him, he let himself be moved.

At the grin, he rolled his eyes, resettling on his back and reaching his hands up. Stiles made for a fairly amusing sight, sitting in his underwear, shirt, and Derek's leather jacket. Not that he was complaining though, if the way he kissed back said anything. (Or his hands sliding under Stiles' shirt, palms flat against pale skin and fingers spread.) ]

[hypercompetent]

[And thank goodness for that. Because if Derek hadn't wanted to move with him, he probably would have pushed Stiles right off the bed. It wasn't that he wasn't strong--sure, he was pretty much flesh and bone, but running around with werewolves constantly didn't get you nothing--but it was that Derek was a frickin' tank.

A very attractive tank, but still a tank.

The eyeroll made a low chuckle escape his mouth, murmuring a smartass 'roll over' against Derek's lips before it was effectively smothered by the more enthusiastic kiss. Sure, he couldn't keep his mouth shut for long but that definitely didn't mean he wasn't up for trying. His back rolled up a little under Derek's hands, and he fidgeted from his comfortable position, pressing them a little closer together.]

[triskeles]

[ A tank that was stubborn and disliked being told what to do, and wasn't very particular to rolling over. Even with Stiles, it still depended primarily on his mood at the time whether he would be cooperative or not. Admittedly, it was always kind of hilarious to just go boneless when laying down, still as a brick wall when standing, whenever Stiles tried to get him to move.

In fact, it would never stop being funny when he started to sputter in frustration at him.

The smartass remark doesn't go missed, but he simply opted to catch Stiles' lower lip between his teeth (carefully, at least) in retribution for it. At the same time, he encouraged the fidgeting, rough hands ghosting soft along his sides and hiking his shirt up. ]

[bloodyscore]

We have more than enough fish, you'd turn into a fish yourself if you stayed in there long enough.

[ferroustigmata]

[More grumbling. Having fish readily available is different than fishing them fresh out of ice-cold water!]

[hasstandards]

Yeah, I suppose.

[He runs his hand under his hat and through his hair, leaving his other issues with the topic of respawn unsaid as they come upon the frozen lake.]

[hypercompetent]

[Yeah, funny to Derek. But then again, it wasn't like Stiles could really talk, anyway. He practically had a file cabinet dedicated to ways to piss Derek off. Or to riling him up in public. Or to just generally being an annoyance in Derek's presence.

But it's fun. It's really fun. And he enjoys the banter that usually comes from it, anyway.

Speaking of which, it's downright difficult to keep that up when Derek does things like that--he makes a little noise against his mouth and leans over further, fidget rather abruptly changing into a shift of his hips, body reacting to the feeling of Derek's fingers on his skin. It's hard being sixteen sometimes.]

[triskeles]

[ And Derek would like to point out that veritable filing cabinet of ways to piss him off any time that Stiles opted to complain when he annoyed him in turn. Or riled him up in public. Pissing him off was a little more difficult, and at this point he actually didn't aim to do it intentionally anymore.

The banter, however, is something that he enjoys far more than he should. Regardless of what they're doing, it's just easy.

With the noise, he can't help the way a wolfish smirk makes its way onto his face, and he releases Stiles' lip only to move and follow the line of his jaw with his mouth. He's not exactly apologetic for adding to the difficulty of Stiles' teenage years, considering the way he doesn't stop moving his hands upwards. ]

[hypercompetent]

[It was generally more fun to irritate Derek than to piss him off. There's a scale, a whole thing, a flow-chart that actually explains it. And yes, the flow chart isn't metaphorical, because sometimes Stiles just needs to compartmentalize his thoughts, and besides, it was useful to use to demonstrate to Scott on a scale of 1 to hide yourself in the nuclear bunker how Derek was feeling at any given time. (At this point, he could practically tell when the guy was hungry. It was kind of ridiculous.)

The moment Derek lets go of the kiss his mouth starts moving; Stiles tips his head back at the kisses against his jaw, his hands finding Derek's hair, his cheeks, down his neck and onto his shoulders, and his hips shift forward again, easily encouraged.]

Goodddd, if they come back I'm actually going to kill them jesus.

[triskeles]

[ The first time Derek had seen the flow chart, he'd actually started laughing. It's absurd, he can't really help it. The sad thing was that Stiles really had him fairly figured out, in terms of his moods and what indicated which one he was currently experiencing. Not too many people really had it quite so figured out and could only pinpoint the basics. (Stiles, though, probably can tell when he's hungry.)

A smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth as Stiles starts going again, scraping blunt teeth across smooth skin. ]

They'd get thrown out on their asses.

[ And there's when he drags his hands right back down again, straight for Stiles' hips. ]

[hypercompetent]

[It's a useful flowchart! Thank you very much. It isn't his fault that Derek's moods have moods. They're complicated. And besides, what he felt like he knew wasn't enough--Derek was endlessly difficult, a little annoying, like a puzzle that he'd never find all the pieces to.

And to be honest, he really couldn't get enough of it. ]

Oh, mister Hale. [It's delivered completely deadpan, although the fact that his voice almost cracks at the hand on his hips really doesn't help any. Immediately, he bears his hips down again, fingers tightening on his shoulders.]

[triskeles]

Stiles.

[ His tone is fairly amused, even while he's slipping his thumbs into the waistband of Stiles' underwear to slide around almost absently in a circle. Fairly like that flowchart of his. Eventually, he may consider asking Stiles to make him one for him, considering the unending puzzle that one "Stiles" Stilinski tends to be. Frustrating, endearing, terrifying, the list could really go on. ]

Shut up.

[ Raising his hips against Stiles', he bites at the point just below his jaw that begins to lead into his pulse. ]

[hemoeroticism]

[ ... Ow. His heart. ]

... He cares about you very much, Shiro.

[hypercompetent]

[Don't be ridiculous, Derek, that would take away all the fun. You've got to figure that one out yourself. (Although to be fair, he really doesn't have himself figured out all that well either.)

Whatever smartass remark that was on his tongue dies in about half a second at the bite, and Stiles tilts his head up to give Derek a little more room--that's definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow.]

Y'know--the fact that I told my dad I tripped and fell and he actually believed me is kind of concerning on a multitude of levels. I bruise like a peach, damn it. [He'll get to that shutting up thing eventually.]

[triskeles]

[ But it would make his life so much easier if he had some sort of guide. A pamphlet about the boy who runs with wolves. Maybe Stiles could even have a copy for himself, if he's really that confused.

A pleased sort of sound leaves him as Stiles tilts his head, and Derek moves down along his neck to trail various kisses across pale skin-- open mouthed and brief brushes of lips and the occasional nip that'll leave a little bruise, just for the remark. ]

I'm aware. [ He kisses one particular spot after he nips it, right at his pulse. The fact Stiles bruises like a peach is sort of enjoyable, at least in these moments. Others? Not so much. ] Did he even try to ask what you landed on?

[bitingly]

Are we gonna visit him when he's still young, then?

[trendsetter]

[ RUDE…

Also breathe Rarity, breathe. ] No no, I will not stoop to this! Though I must say that attitude of yours will only leave you friendless and out in the cold! [ So sue her she's from a kid's show. ]

[ex_agoodsoldier468]

...Heh. [ He relaxed as soon as Piers rolled off his body, letting out that small breathy laugh. Maybe he was too serious for this... So he should probably fix that.

Seeing the chance, Jason rolled over and straddled Piers, putting hands to his shoulders. ]

Think you're capable of fixing that?

[comeonthensexy]

Well, yes, younger.

[ All lies, but if she prefers Vincent with two ears, then he'll have two ears. ]

[politevampire]

Silly thing, be glad we have food at all. You three need it with this cold weather.