#childhood friends to strangers to (one-sided) enemies shit

[dolyx]

(in a normal, non-dolville au i think. syd and "tala" would get along pretty well but only during their childhood... "tala's" "parent" oc/the oc i based them on has a religious background, so syd and "tala" would've met in a church or a temple. i can see xem getting along well with kylar too whose lore i can't unlock now bc i made the mistake of dismissing her, and opportunities to be closer to either of them are equal since this "tala" doesn't have the best parent/s. despite their good relationship as a trio of friends, i think they'd fall out if/once syd starts avoiding kylar unfortunately. xe dislikes conflict. both being in one and being stuck between people who are in one. xe might try to get along with them separately, but once one or both confront xem about it, xe'd start avoiding them both lol. avoidance beloved.

other than that i still think they'd have a good relationship though! just not romantic, unlike what syd and "tala" have in dol. and not something that'd look like it'll last a long time.

in the q&a's it was mentioned that syd would secretly enjoy metal/rock music, so i kinda like imagining syd watching "tala's" band whenever they perform once they grow older. maybe inviting kylar to watch xem too if their relationship is better. but syd and "tala" interacting once they're both adults? hmm. hard to imagine. this is making me think of a fan x rockstar au for them tho aaa? maybe once i can get a better grasp of sydney's character...)

[leclerced]

Imagine being in an arranged marriage with Mafia Lando and you know hes not to be trusted and he is just so sweet to you but you know the horrors of how that can change. But here comes body guard Oscar and you hate that your falling for him all the while you're warming Lando's bed and falling in love with him too. Everything coming to ahead when you're taken and Lando looses his shit

cleaning out drafts and i’m not sure where this was going because it was months ago!

she’s not a stranger to violence, coming from a gang family herself, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy to be a line in the contract that forms their alliance. she remembers the day they had the meeting, when lando curled a finger to her, sitting on her father’s right side, and said, “you want peace, i want her.” she was surprised her family didn’t kill him and his gang then and there, but they were in enemy territory and they were always gracious guests out of respect. an hour later, a new contract had been worked up and lando and her father were toasting over whiskey as they traded contracts and signed each other’s copies. then slid them to her for her agreement, it felt like there was a loaded gun pointed to her head when lando held out the pen towards her, smirking. she knew there would be one pointed at her, and likely firing before she could, if she drew hers like she desperately wanted to, so she took the pen and signed her life away to him. she knew it was for a good cause, they had captured her two brother's the weekend prior, this was all orchestrated for their release and she had talked a big game about doing anything to save them. now she was.

she never left the villa with her family, she tried to, but one of lando's guards stepped in front of her and lando said, "either she stays, or the sons do." she tried reasoning that she needed her belongings, and he commanded two more of his guards to get on moving duty and collect everything from her penthouse. the fact that he knew about the penthouse chilled her. it was a well kept secret, or she thought it was. the one below hers had been bought out and converted into security base for her apartment. there were round the clock guards to prevent anyone but her from even entering the floor, and her father had convinced the owners to update the elevator to need a key code to access her floor. she wondered how he knew and what else he knew, and didn’t want to stay long enough to find out, but was given no choice. her brothers called her an hour later, saying she should have let them die before signing her life away, and she almost agrees, but says she loves the two of them too much. at least i will still be able to see you, eventually, she reasons.

she’s not used to having a guard by her side at all times. she was always being followed by guards but no one would dare threaten anyone in her family. she wasn’t constantly accompanied until the norris family came to town. it wasn’t a family like hers, not generations building an underground empire. no, he had built his family in the last few years, had hand picked each of his most trusted advisors and anyone else in his new gang. while her father relied on his brothers, cousins, and eventually children when they were adults, lando had grown his empire from the ground up with what seemed like childhood friends to her. she watched the way they laughed and joked with each other, how his villa seemed so homely despite feeling like a prison to her. her personal guard was one of them.

lando had explained to her that oscar was the only person he trusted more than himself, so anytime she wasn't with lando, she would be with him. oscar's blank stare scared her a little, he seemed so disinterested in everything around him, he just nodded at her from his spot on the couch. she watched him when he entered the room and untucked his gun from the holster and set it on the table before sitting on the couch across from them. she thought he was handsome then, but then realized he might be worse than lando, and she would be stuck with him constantly. a week goes by with his constant presence, the only time he isn’t there is when she retreats to her bedroom at night.

she’s pleasantly surprised when she’s asked why she hasn’t gone anywhere by lando, and she’s like “well, you told me to stay.” and he cheekily tells her, “you’ve got a wedding to plan. go try on dresses. taste cake. you have oscar now he’ll follow you wherever you go, drive you anywhere too.” true to lando’s word, when she tells him she wants to go to the mall a few days later, oscar puts on his jacket and retrieves his keys from gis pockets, waving a hand at her to follow him. he only speaks to her to ask her where she wants to go. he never answers any of her questions or responds to her jokes or attempts at conversation.

he doesn’t let his guard down, but she can’t help but try and get him to crack a smile or even look a little annoyed when she’s dragging him store to store. she occasionally thinks about how she might be able to take him and slip away, at least knock him down and be able to run away fast enough, but then she remembers how easily her brother’s were taken and she doesn’t even try. she even tries dragging him into a lingerie boutique to get a reaction out of him, but she receives more blank stares. oscar one day teases her about being a shopping addict and she admits she just likes to be out of the house, she wants to say away from lando, but she sees the way they act with each other. they're comfortable with each other in a way that takes a trust she can’t fathom having with either man, so she can't badmouth her betrothed to him.

he starts taking her out after that. instead of going to the same stores, he takes her to a museum, an arcade, restaurants she's never been to. despite him being silent and watching her eat when they go out, she's happy that he's making the effort to get her out of the house after she says that's what she wants. she goes out with lando too, but he takes her to things he’s interested in. he takes her to the golf course shows off his pretty new fiancé and the shiny ring he gave to her on one of their dinner outings. he wasn’t romantic about it, but he was kind of nice. he told her he knew this wasn’t the life she intended to lead but he was going to do his best to make her happy. he gave her the ring as he promised to protect her. he didn’t mention anything of love.

she falls for oscar faster than she falls for lando, she makes up responses in her head based on what she knows about him from overheard conversations she’s heard between him and lando or other guards around. she wonder’s if he’s been banned from speaking to her because no one else has a problem, but oscar can’t say a word. she somehow falls for him without him ever speaking to her, and he falls for her because she somehow doesn’t seem to fear him like everyone else. she grabs his hand and pulls him around like he’s a child, tugging him out of one store and into another when she sees something through a window. if anyone else in the entire world ever did that to him, he would break every bone in their hand for grabbing him. in the beginning, he let it pass because it’s his job, or at least that’s what he told himself, but eventually he grew to love the way she’d get excited when she saw something and grab his hand to pull him with her to look at it. she knows he has to follow her, she doesn’t have to grab his hand and pull him. she chooses to.

he likes her way too much to give in to the temptation of fucking his friend and boss’s fiance/wife, they’re just sickeningly in love with each other as she falls for lando and she never gets over oscar but she finds a bit of peace with lando, and then she gets kidnapped and oscar’s not so hidden feelings are brought to the surface.

the kidnapping happens when oscar’s off duty. he has to sleep a few hours every night, after all. lando’s off doing something or another, he didn’t tell her before he left her with two body guards. she was fast asleep when someone infiltrated the villa and shot her two guards with silenced weapons and abducted her. oscar woke up to the sound of a scream and was racing down the hall to get into her room. the only evidence of any intruder in the house, despite it being only seconds since the scream woke him, were the two dead bodies blocking the door. he had to shove against the deadweight, thinking furniture was blockading the door until his bare feet hit the pool of blood and he nearly tripped over the two guards. the bed is centered in front of the door, so when he looks up, he sees the tousled sheets where she should be. he searches the entire floor top to bottom for intruders or her as he makes various calls to alert the security in the rest of the property to search for any intruders and reader, then calls lando as he dresses and retrieves his own weapons.

he knows there’s no way lando could have been home for this to have happened, and he’s always slept like the dead. he wonders how they knew to get her then, with him asleep and lando gone. if it was an inside job, or if it was whoever lando was meeting tonight, or maybe someone got lucky. lando questions everyone one by one, he planned on oscar being first, because while he thinks he can trust him, he sees the way they look at each other and he doesn’t know if this is some ruse for her to escape with her secret love, or if she’s truly been kidnapped. he knows he can trust him when he arrives to find oscar already questioning interrogating security and staff, while the already vetted ones search the grounds and review security footage. there’s already blood on the tile in the dining room, so he know oscar means business.

an hour after lando arrives, when he’s on the verge of shooting someone, anyone, he receives a text saying to check the master bathroom, in the third drawer on the right. they find a lock of her hair and a ransom note.

[unformula1]

 jealousy (OP81 x LS2)

part 2 part 1: oscar’s jealousy. lando tells him to talk to logan. w/c: 1119 day 26/27 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium (series masterlist) masterlist

Fate was a confusing thing. Whether you were fated to be lovers or fated to meet once and never again, or even fated to be unable to love each other ever. Childhood friends to lasting lovers? Childhood friends to eternal enemies? Childhood friends to scathing strangers?

Who was Logan supposed to be? Well, the answer was obvious but who was Logan supposed to be to Oscar? A benchmark? A friend? Something more? A dread? Oscar hated thinking about this but it always somehow crept its way back into his mind all the time.

Oscar steals one more glance at Logan. He is playing the most dangerous game, people could possibly see him.

Logan is standing at a random position in the paddock, taking an interview for some F1 media video. In Oscar’s defence, he never really wanted to do this, he was just walking in one fine day and boom, Logan Sargeant was in his face. Something took over him and he stood at one discreet corner, taking occasional glances at Logan.

He doesn’t know why he wants to stare, probably something cliche but looking at Logan is mesmerising, breathtaking and stunning. He wants to stare forever.

Logan’s interview ends.

Oscar wants to walk over and say ‘hi’ or something but before he can Alex takes that opportunity right away. Right, Alexander Albon. Alex swoops right next to Logan as he ends and starts a conversation immediately, pulling him away. 

Oscar licks his lips and walks toward his paddock.

Now he’s alone walking, with his thoughts again. Logan and Alex. They look wonderful as a pairing, they are a special driver pairing. 

Jealousy sneaks its way up, intoxicating Oscar’s thoughts. 

That should’ve been him. Oscar and Logan. The best pairing on the grid, the ultimate duo. No one else deserves the right to stand next to Logan. Absolutely no one.

He shakes his head, burying the thoughts deep. He shouldn’t be thinking of shit like that, he should be glad for Logan, that he found someone, even if it isn’t Oscar. 

Oscar kicks a stone to the side of the pavement as he turns into the McLaren garage. He walks in, walking past a giant board displaying his photo and his name. He wishes he was with Logan. 

He stares for a bit longer before a violent slap onto his back snaps him back to reality. It’s Lando.

“Admiring yourself huh?” Lando cheekily says.

Oscar simply smiles and nods. 

The McLaren duo walk into the garage and do their own things for a while before they’re gathered together again. 

Oscar is there slightly earlier, so he scrolls through his phone while waiting. He just downloaded TikTok so there he goes. The first video which pops up is Williams Racing’s video.

It’s some funny idea where Logan and Alex try to mimic the tyre gun sound. It’s really stupid if Oscar is being honest but it’s pretty enjoyable. The both of them engage in some friendly banter.

And just like a snake, jealousy slithers its way back into Oscar.

He clutches his phone tightly. He’s pissed that Alex somehow managed to get Logan as comfortable as Logan was around Alex. That should have never happened. The friendly banter, the laughing at each other’s stupid words. 

He feels a sharp sting into his heart. He should be there. Oscar should be the one talking to Logan while he laughs. 

The door swings open and Lando struts in. Oscar quickly shuts off his phone and looks up to see Lando’s little sassy walk in.

“Good morning Oscar Piastri!” Lando says before sliding across the table and landing in his chair next to Oscar’s.

“Morning Lan.” Oscar replies and he sounds more under the weather than he expects.

“Someone’s sad today. What happened? Who hurt you? I’ll find them and I’ll attack them.” Lando leans slightly closer in, “I’ll elbow their stomachs and jump onto them.” 

Lando starts excessively describing how he’ll hurt the person which makes him forget about his original questions. Oscar’s thankful for this, he didn’t really have an answer ready for the first question anyway.

It takes Lando a few minutes and some dramatic hand actions to eventually calm down about his apparent murder plot which seems slightly too specific to be just “a thought”. 

“So. You haven’t answered.” Lando says, “Why so sad?”

Oscar can feel himself stone up. He’s frozen.

What does he say to this? Oh, Alex is being too close to Logan. I hate it.

God he hates how pretentious he sounds. He absolutely despises how his jealousy makes him think of things he would never think about.

“Nothing. Just a little stressed.” Oscar shrugs.

“You’re such a bad liar.” Lando scoffs, “When you’re stressed, you make that face,” Lando does some weird imitation of the face, “But you’re not doing it right now.”

Oscar lets out a huge sigh.

“Oh… It’s a big thing.” Lando asks.

Oscar nods.

“Big big thing.” Lando adds on.

Oscar nods even more intensely.

“Wanna talk about it?” Lando asks.

Oscar nods his head slowly.

“Okay go ahead.” 

“You know the Williams drivers?”

Lando nods.

“You know how Logan and I are… like childhood friends.”

Lando nods again.

“Well, that should be me. I think it should be me and Logan instead.”

“So you’re jealous?” Lando raises his eyebrow.

Oscar flinches, it’s that word again.

He nods intently, “I hate it but it’s taking over me.”

“I think you’re just… slightly pissed at the fact that you’re not friends with Logan.”

“Mhm.”

“So… go make friends with him.”

“Will he even remember me?”

“Dumb question.”

“Will he want to make friends with me? I left him on read for… basically a whole year.”

“Never know if you don’t try.”

Their conversation gets cut short when their meeting has to start. 

It’s a pretty productive meeting but the moment it ends, Oscar and Lando look at each other and Lando signals toward the door. That gives Oscar some stupid rush of confidence and he sprints toward the door, running out.

“Someone is excited for the sprint.” Lando says as Oscar dashes out the room.

Oscar finds his way to the Williams garage, which takes him an embarrassing amount of time. He stands outside the garage, looking up at a wall plastered with Logan’s face. It’s definitely less well designed than McLaren’s one but Logan looks amazing anyway.

He slowly makes his way into the garage, walking past an engineer and getting a few weird stares.

“I’m sorry. Do you know where… Logan is?” Oscar quietly asks one of the engineers.

“Oscar?” 

Oscar hears the all-familiar voice and turns around.

He’s met face to face with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed American.

“Logan!”

-part 2 tomorrow-

[wordsofhoneydew]

fic rec time!!!

please be mindful of the ratings and tags.

get him alone by @congee4lunch | E , 103k |

Alex looks at him, like Henry’s a speck of dirt on his pristine chinos. “Why would June send you to check up on me?”

“Because I’m her best friend and you’re her brother?”

“I always said she has bad taste.”

“Well,” Henry smiles. It feels as placid on his face as it probably looks. “I would say the same thing, but family doesn’t account for one’s taste, unfortunately.”

in which henry fox is june’s childhood best friend and alex claremont-diaz is june’s younger brother. as the years pass, they tolerate each other at best and are downright destructive at worst. until they begin falling into each other's beds.

Secret Swiftie by @england-would-fall | E , 2k |

Henry can't untie his tie. Alex is singing along to Taylor Swift while wearing impossibly tiny pants. It's a pwp, friends. You know the drill.

but if you could see us from a distance, you’d know i’ve always been so close to you by @anincompletelist | E , 10k |

Objectively, standing half-soaked from rainwater with a stitch in his side and an uncomfortable, raging hard-on outside his worst enemy’s door is not Henry’s finest moment. It’s not even on the list.

or, henry is afflicted with a curse-gone-wrong that stipulates that only his sworn enemy, alex claremont-diaz, can touch him.

Queer little ducks hold a special place in my heart. by anarchyat4am | T , 4k |

Henry’s at a local Hispanic Heritage Month event browsing the art stalls when his gaze catches on a kid looking around with both purpose and nervousness. She’s fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt with one hand while she bites the nails of the other one, eyes alert and searching. Lost, then.

And oh, Henry recognises her. She’s a regular at his bookstore, even at only six years old, and is there at least weekly with her dad—Alex, who she’d introduced to Henry as her papi—or various aunties and uncles, most of whom Henry doesn’t think are actually related to her. Keeping one eye on her, he lets his gaze sweep the vicinity but doesn’t see anyone else he even remotely recognises. Shit. He has to do something.

“Sirena?” he calls gently.

Henry... is more than a bit useless around hot guys. So when he finds the lost kid of the gorgeous dad who frequents his bookstore, he pulls himself together until they reunite, only to then be devastated by the revelation that the man thinks Henry hates him. And, well... courage always rises, and all that.

our world, min and his alone (the midnight train to go) by @firenati0n | T , 2.9k |

The posh accent hit Alex first, and he felt something curl in his gut. One of his amygdala brain worms did a little wiggle. He was unprepared for what was to come.

A pair of criminally long legs entered his vision, effectively vaporizing most of the brain worms (that's a first), except for the ones slowly starting to chant shoulders and thighs and hair and legs and thighs and Alex couldn’t do a goddamn thing to stop his increasingly horny train of thought. All trains had left the station.

Or, Alex asks a stranger to crack his back like a glow stick.

Or, an overnight train meet-cute.

[cursezoroark]

“How much do you know about Mona?”

This is often a question passed from friend to friend. Friend to Enemy. Enemy to friend. Friend to lover. But never strangers. As the interceptor roamed the region, their name spread far and thin, in an almost broken game of telephone. Some spun rumors, some scoffed, some marveled, some praised. But the answer was always different. No matter who it was.

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“Ah uh-“ Ben rummaged the boxes in the shelves of the barn, glasses of moomoo milk clinking together in harmony. “Hold on- here. Hold this. I know them somewhat yeah. Wandered straight into the barn and fell asleep in a haystack. Woke them up and fed them some of these moomoo milk you’re holding. Went on some weird journeys together, got tackled by an Emboar. And from there we’re friends!”

The farmer opened his own glass of moomoo milk, taking a swig before continuing. “It’s a good thing my intuition was right. Strong, strong trainer they were, enough to carry my Miltank! That kid could lift! I’d say they’re almost perfect to live in a farm, wish we could have kept them to work. Ah well.”

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“Mona? I know everything. I’m best friends with Mona.” A man with a baseball cap crowed to their peers. In the bustling streets of GDC, he sat inside of a local cafe, petting his Victreebel (who was enjoying a honey milk tea). “We’ve got some tight history, man. My cousin, Oli? Before he passed they would play together all the time. I was their babysitter.”

“Oh yeah. They were shy as fuck. Trembled and shit. Oli and I were able to get them out of it, and then it was just me. Back then we had each others back. Now look at them!”

“Why don’t we keep in contact anymore? Ah well, fallouts. They happen, we lose touch. I’m just proud to see them succeed. I was right to believe in them. Now they’re the big hotshot!”

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“To be honest? Not much.” Melia admitted. Carefully polishing her pokeballs, she ruminated over the question in an almost hesitant manner. To her side, Hapi chirped softly, before leaning against her.

“Mona is kind. They’re my best friend. And they saved my life more times than it ever should be. Those are three things I know.” One pokeball was set down for another, its polish gleaming under the ceiling light. “They also have a tendency to get lost, be reckless, and come back in days- that’s four.”

“I told them things about me, what I could offer. My childhood, my hobby, my fears, my worries, whatever I could spare, but- sorry Hapi, here- they don’t say much. They never say much, they just listen and it’s so. So. Ugh.”

“I don’t know if it’s hard for them to talk about, or they don’t remember, or if it’s some interceptor Effect, but they just won’t answer me.” Melia began targeting her frustration at a noticeable smudge in Patience’s pokeball. Quickly, the smudge began to stain the cloth, in a crusty, soot color.

“I want them to trust in me. And I’ll keep trying until I die. I’ll answer your question when I get there, ok?”

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[oikawa-tooru]

Hello.....if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks...

ooo this is such a great question anon! thanks for asking, bud, i've never got this before! Since this question was sent to my animanga blog, i'm going to just answer about couples in fandoms i rb on here!

Even though it seems like I go hard for non-canon couples (which believe me I do), there are so many canon couples that I actually love with my entire heart:

hak/yona (akatsuki no yona)

even though i still have to catch up to this manga, this couple has owned my heart since the moment they appeared on page. they are the definition of a true power couple who will go to the ends of the world to save one another. they throw themselves into danger just so the other can have the chance of safety. they've got one another's back through everything and anything. they will yell at one another but hold hands together side by side as they stand staring down their enemies. i just love how hak inspires yona to stand on her own and yona inspires hak to see the value in himself.

sakura/syaoran (cardcaptor sakura)

they're one of my top three childhood couples. they are just adorable and precious and they deserve only good things ever. they are just children who don't deserve to shoulder so much on their shoulders and yet they do it with minimal complaining. they are there for one another, especially through the hardest moments. he's her pillar and she's his heart. also they jumpstarted my pink x green shipping and i will always love them so much.

inuyasha/kagome (inuyasha)

they are also one of my top three childhood couples. they are everything. inuyasha sees the strength in kagome's compassion when she doesn't see it herself and kagome sees the softness in inuyasha's toughness that he doesn't let others see. they are one of the it couples. they fight, push one another to the edge, and bring one another back without another word. inuyasha's unwavering belief in kagome allows her to grow into a fucking warrior of a girl because his strength keeps her going and growing. kagome accepts all of inuyasha, which is huge for him because he's been accepted by neither world because he's never been enough for either world. but there comes kagome, not giving a shit about the worlds beliefs and going with what she believes in and that's him. it's beautiful.

lan wangji/wei wuxian (mo dao zu shi)

i'm going to cheat here because i haven't finished watching the anime but i have read the novel and watched the live-action show. i have been shipping them ever since i watched the show first because anyone who knows me knows that i love the red x blue ship aesthetic. i love how they went from strangers to friends to enemies (but not really) to lovers. it's a classic trope and i will always love it. the fact that lwj recognized wwx when he came back?? that's true love. lwj is there to support wwx when he doesn't want anyone to see him falling and wwx is there to break down lwj's world, to show that there's more to the world than just blindly following rules. the fact that they went from star-crossed lovers to being married is just the best thing ever. they are filled with all the angst AND they get their happy ending.

On to my non-canon couples (they are kept alive in my heart thanks to ao3):

dabihawks (boku no hero academia)

i will say that i have dropped bnha for now (unless two characters die, in which case i'll definitely pick it back up) but that being said, the fact that dabi grew up the child of a hero and turned to villainy while hawks grew up the child of a criminal and turned to heroism? this shit is so poetic. they are parallel lines moving in the opposite direction, ships in the night, opposites attract in such a hellish way. not only is their aesthetic red vs. blue but it's also angel vs. devil - the hero with the wings bathed in the colour of blood vs. the villain with the flames bathed in the colour of the sky. they've got an apollo/icarus vibe that i love so much. there's so much mutual destruction and they had so much potential to be even more insane than they already are.

soukoku (bungou stray dogs)

they are probably my otp of otp's right now, the ones that really kicked the whole red/blue shipping out of control for me. they are idiotic strangers to idiotic frenemies to idiotic enemies to idiotic partners forever. it's so poetic to me that dazai's ability is named no longer human and yet he's the one to bring back chuuya's humanity to him. i just really love that chuuya, who feels so brutally human so much of the time, hosts a god of calamity and can only be brought back to himself by dazai's touch. like point me to a better lvoe story than that? you can't because they are the epitome of catastrophic love. they don't judge one another's actions because they understand one another better than anyone else can. they are each other's weakness and each other's strength. they will destroy one another before anyone else can get the chance.

[reikunrei]

B C Q X bc I’m a nosy bitch >:)

FINALLY i can answer these >:]

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

is it funny if i say byler for this one LOL up until like. april of this year i was like "eh, i don't really see it nor do i really like it" sdjfhg. tbh i still don't super love it as a ship, at least not in the way that i interact with other ships that i really like, but i do really love it as a piece of the narrative of stranger things. it wasn't until i saw analysis about byler/specifically about gay mike that i went "oh! wait! this is good and i like it actually! and is probably gonna happen! wow!" lol

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

let's get some free! in here. i've never liked souharu and i never will lmao. i understand why people ship it, because they've got that "we hate each other" thing going on that has never progressed past "we tolerate each other" and everyone loves a good enemies to lovers pairing, but it just. eh. egh. not my thing!! they're not my thing!!

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

oooh now this is tricky, because there's fandoms i've drifted out of (just from waning interest, etc.), but i'm not sure if i've ever abandoned one... i guess the closest would maybe be snk/aot? i watched the anime and was really into the fandom in like 2013/2014 but i lost interest and then decided to not engage with it anymore when i learned that the mangaka is a piece of shit LOL. so i guess that's the closest i have to abandoning a fandom??

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

best friends to lovers all the fucking way duuuuude !!!!! especially if they knew each other when they were kids and just never left each others sides/at the very least never left each others thoughts until they could reunite. it's just about the deep-seated bond that comes with childhood friendships and never forgetting them. it's about the longevity. it's about the devotion. it's about the "i can't see my life without you" of it all !!! it makes me INSANE and i'm bound to love it in any fandom

ship letter ask game

[drakkonyan]

Burned out gifted kid too depressed for being past their formed glory vs undiagnosed, unmedicaded ADHD kid who has devaluated themselves because they just asume they aren't built for this, they starts a rivalry on "being the worst student" because if they can't even be the worst at all in a tragic way, what do they have of special? Eventually they get rock bottom and after talking their shit out they start pushing eachother up.

So many beds that, in fact, after some nights, they start sharing them, because the loneliness of all these beds is getting to them. So many opportunities to be apart yet they still chose to be together.

Their adventures of The Chosen One left them scarred, but a normal kid childhood eventually heals them and they stop connecting their self value to their lost powers.

The some guy is awful at picking soulmates,but yet eventually all their picks start rubbing onto eachother; it isn't about predetermined love but about how we ourselves shape destiny.

The "timeloop" eventually reveals the uglu side of the person. The friends ranking them see this person's mask slip with every day, the joke stops being funny. And yet they deserve it after escentially gaslighting this guy into thinking they were either being tortures by the gods themselves or going mentally unwell. No one gets a happy ending

This one is just an average hispanic soap opera ngl.

My brother. That's it, it did happened to him I swear.

They were enemies. They were strangers. They were friends. They were bittersweet. They had every chance to have something, and yet they only ever valued what they had just before it being too late. Just after their last chance to get at least closure. All the chances to love eachother, and yet they had none, as love only flourished when it was too late.

Get beautiful tragedies and poetic fluff'ed idiot

[thedarkrose17]

I've been trying to expand my wols somewhat but I've only managed to expand Solis and Ori currently

So first up Sol's profile:

Solis Oriole:

Age: in 20s range (25/10)

Height: 5ft8

Race: miqo’te (keeper of the moon/seeker of the sun mix)

Personality:

-Dumb of ass (himbo)

-flirts but proceeds to get flustered immediately after

-street smart

-introvert

-loyal

- kind

- witty

-impulsive/foolhardy

Solis can hold a conversation but he doesn’t always tend to be the person to start one unless he has too. He’s usually the guy who’ll be standing at the side waiting to step into or find a way out of a conversation.

The main reason he became an adventurer is because he has a thirst for adventure and wanted to gain more power so he could help others in need. Plus he wanted to see the world.

He tends to keep a lot to himself and deal with it solo but sometimes it can be hard to do so.

Solis grew up in a family of five in his tribe. It was a fairly happy and carefree childhood. His mother from the moon tribe and father from the sun tribe. He got to learn about both tribes and their cultures as he aged.

He’s the middle child and only son, having an older sister called Luna and younger sister called Stella. He grew up somewhat sheltered being only surrounded by miqos until he got older and decided to leave the tribe to adventure.

He starts his adventure as a wide eyed, clueless and excited adventurer to a somewhat battle hardened hero who’s experienced a lot of death and trauma. He might unfortunately be used to death now.

He still keeps in touch with his family, sending letters when he can’t visit. He’s both excited and anxious, learning his siblings are either learning jobs to become adventurers eventually (Stella) or seasoned adventurers (Luna).

Hobbies:

-fishing

-cooking

-weaving

-gardening

Quirks:

-randomly flicks ears it happens when he’s happy or sometimes he does it without realising

-zoomies

-will randomly knock shit over

-always runs cold

-smokes when stressed

-snorts when he laughs

- eats fast and probably when food is a tad too hot

- bounces one leg when sitting

- makes up nicknames for everyone if he can

Relationships:

He’s friends with all the scions but he’s the closest to are G’raha, Estinien and the twins.

The twins he sees like family and is somewhat protective over them. He’s really dreading when they finally hit that growth spurt.

With Estinien he feels like he can relax the most around due to the fact he understands when Sol needs time to recharge and they can just hang out in silence if so desired. They feel a kinship with each other.

With Ori he at first thought was cold and that Ori didn’t like him but that couldn’t have been further from the truth, the viera was just trying to get a read on him.

With Raha he finds somewhat endearing and likes to jokingly tease him, reminding him how they first met. He’s made him promise not to sacrifice himself again.

Eventually over the course of the expansions their relationship changes from strangers to an eventual couple.

Sol catches feelings quicker than Ori does. He did think he was attractive when they first met but it’s during Stormblood when he falls for the Viera.

When Ori confessed during Endwalker, Sol might have actually cried a little, biting down on his bottom lip before telling him he loved him too.

Other facts:

-Sol likes to dance

-has depression

-is 100% a nerd. Has the power of God and anime on his side

- his love language is gifts and touch

-hates loud noises (sensitive ears)

-is somewhat childish

-complete disaster around pretty men

-goofs around with his powers whenever he’s got a moment to

-he’d put others before himself even if it was at his own detriment

Disabilities:

None

Enemies:

-Zeno

-Ascians

- twins dad (not anymore but man’s on thin ice)

Fears:

-Losing everyone

-corruption

-failure/not being good enough

-astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightning)

[moni-logues]

Moni, which trope do you like best? What appeals to them?

I think I like Enemies-to-Lovers the most. I like strangers-to-lovers and friends too, but something about enemies-to-lovers gets to me, maybe it's a cliché, I even like hatefucking, but I absolutely love the silly parts like my god how I hate you but everyone says we look so much alike… that I didn't even realize it was actually love and not hate. or the part like: I hate you so much for fighting for this position in the company, but why did I miss you when you weren't there and now I feel alone?

I honestly think angst is an essential element in any story (even if it's very small and you hardly notice it) and I love it when the character has an intense personal conflict, realizes he made a mistake in hating that person, and the sad and heavy part comes. I don't know, maybe I'm an existentialist and I haven't realized it yet, and I really have a lot of fun torturing myself with that kind of stuff. I guess I like seeing people realize they're wrong and go back and apologize. Maybe not existentialist, but hopeful. Apologies for rambling too much lol.

-lilshy

Hey!!! i actually also really like enemies-to-lovers because that changing dynamic (whether it's a one-sided enemyship or reciprocal) is so so interesting and like, not that easy, y'know?! to have to see someone in a totally different light? to realise you were wrong about them?

I mean, conflict (in its broadest sense) is an essential part of story-telling; you can't have a story without a conflict, whether it be trying to save the world from invasion, or trying to save yourself from your past, or just make it through a work day. There are all sorts of conflicts but they are what breathe life into a story; they are how you see what someone is like, what their character is made from, what choices they make and what informs those choices etc. etc. But I mean, yeah, my long fics are pretty much all intensely character-driven lol it's all intra- and inter-personal conflict lmao

As for other tropes I like, I am actually really into soulmate AUs. I love the foregone conclusion, that you know they are meant to be together, but like, how does it work? How does this stranger become the person you want to spend your life with? AND the mechanisms, too, the ways in which the soulmate part works; honestly, even if it's kind of flimsy or the world-building doesn't really 100% work for me on that part, I still love reading them. Again, it's a really interesting kind of dynamic to navigate.

Iiiiiiii I have read SO few of them (so recs, please!!!) but I really like historical AUs. I like historical fiction, generally, and all that upper class royal shit (often found in historical AUs) is also kind of my jam. the conflicts of person and duty, love in the wrong places, the suffocating propriety and etiquette binding your feelings. very me.

And college/uni aus. I don't even know why for this one? It's not even really a nostalgia thing, or it's nostalgia for a thing I didn't really experience as I don't think my uni experience was like, the ~classic experience~ so it's not like I'm trying to re-live my youth. maybe that's why, I'm trying to experience it vicariously through fic because I didn't get it lol OR maybe it's because uni is the last time in your life where you don't really have much responsibility (obviously, uni experiences vary massively and I am speaking for myself here) and your schedule is more flexible. Graduating and getting a job and working full-time is SO different, SO different. University is this kind of liminal space between childhood and adulthood that I think has a lot of charm and the freedoms you experience at university are usually for the first time so it's a good setting for a fic.

anyway

this was long lmao but thank you for asking!!!! never apologise for rambling!!! I LOVE IT!

[cloveroctobers]

R. Jerimovich | summer/fall prompts !

A/N: yeah this was supposed to be included in my summer prompt collection but time got away from me. Decided to combine and make this my first October prompt of 2022! Hope you enjoy! I’m wondering what they’re gonna do for season 2? I’m challenging myself to write shorter prompts so I can get work out in a timely manner…here goes nothing 😆!

Update; no luck :/ + WARNINGS: language + enemies to lovers? Or rather shit-talking to friends? Lol. Friends with benefits? Is this a Richie x reader or is it undercover Mikey x reader? Idk I just tried to write what it would be like to have him as a friend but it felt a little questionable at times lol. Anyways! Hope you like this 🫶🏽

Prompt: Skinny dipping + Campfire Evenings + 31. “Do you ever wonder if you’d survive a horror movie?”

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Yeah…you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing here but when your phone lit up, you were on go. His texts should have stayed green but you loved being needed and that was a problem in itself. It has been at least three weeks since the last time you talked to Richie, catching him all dressed up on a date. It was laughable to you, how he could put in the effort for some stranger but couldn’t bother to do the same for you.

He could if he really wanted to.

You’ve always been sidelined and you knew you didn’t deserve it. It was the same useless story since you went off to college and still decided to come back to Chicago. You were there first, through it all and he still chose someone else. You were there for the wedding, the birth of his daughter, and the divorce but somehow you were always second. Even when it came to your shared friendship with Mikey Berzatto…it was a complex trio.

“Why don’t you just date me?” Michael asked you one night; as you ranted over a new Monica joint blasting through your phone.

This was said during a dreadful December, two months before he passed.

You quirked up a brow as Michael glanced back at you, arms hanging over the railing with the view of Chicago’s river walk in the distance, “would you?”

Michael snorted at you with a shake of his head. “Trust me, if I could get a babe like you to fall in love wit a fella like me? It be a honor. But naah I’m not putting myself through that heartbreak! plus I love you too much to even think about you that way. although…it would be fun to piss rich off.”

Scoffing you folded your arms into your lap, leaning forward as you braced yourself against the brutal winter air. Michael maybe five years older than you but you instantly clicked, ever since you became neighbors with your family across the street. The both of you were friends for awhile but Richie knew him first, since their childhood although there was a year or two difference between them. He always liked to make that known, arm lounging around Mikey’s shoulders as he drunkenly boasted, “this right here is my fucken guy! My fucken brother!”

And of course Mikey Berzatto ate that up, grin as wide as the bridge of his nose, “yeah, yeah that’s right you better love me.”

“What? I thought it was a given that you’re my bitch!” Richie pecked the man’s cheek, earning a scowl from the then spiked haired man.

“Your what? Fuck outta here. Moments ruined, jackoff!” Mikey laughed, shoving the man towards you, who stumbled back with you quickly stepping out of the way to not be toppled by the 6’1 man.

Richie caught himself by the bar, slumping against one of the seats by you. He sighed, cup still in his hand as he blinked over at you who side eyed him, “he’s just playing hard to get like you, huh, baby?”

Which of course earned a eye roll from you as you sipped at the rest of your drink, now twenty-one and sent a middle finger at the striking blue eyed man. Both men howled with laughter, Michael reaching over to rest a hand in between your shoulder blades.

“That’s right, y/n! He ain’t worth your time!”

“Excuse me?!”

“Oh, clean the wax outta your ears, rich!”

“I’m the best thing she’s got.” Richie argued.

Mikey scrunched up his lips while you glared at a very drunk Richie, “Which is equal to dog shit.”

That earned a cackle from you, picked fro thrown back as you did with Mikey’s hand still resting on your upper back.

“What the fuck?!” Richie’s enlarged eyes were clearly offended but it’s not like Mikey cared much.

He was just telling it like it was, he’s been on the inside of both relationships and was honest with each of you on what he truly thought.

He then wrapped his large arms fully around your neck, giving you a brief squeeze then kissed your temple, “I think she agrees.”

He winked.

Michael was just magnetic that way and there was something about you that he liked the first day he met you, kicking over a garbage can into the street to get the attention of the garbage men who were extremely close to backing into your father’s Toyota Celica that he just gave you for your eighteenth birthday.

You ended up fracturing your foot in two places but at least the garbage men didn’t ruin your new sweet ride. Michael had to give you credit, you knew how to get your point across if you got pushed enough. Since the moment you and your family moved in, he waved to your ma often, not having much time to talk since it seemed like she was always rushing off to work. Michael knew the feeling at twenty-three but as the second man in the berzatto household, he knew hard work since he was practically in diapers! You on the other hand were hard to come by with Michael working crazy hours at the Original Beef of Chicagoland with his dad but when he did see you, he always wondered what you were up to next.

“that the one that broke her foot kicking that garbage can?” A twenty-one year old Richie asked, as Michael and him were making their way back to the Berzatto household for Sunday dinner.

You were dragging your booted foot down the steps, keys jingling in your hand as you took your time going down them.

“Yeah that’s her.” Michael replied, blunt perched between his lips.

Richie decided to call out, “hey, sweetheart! I heard you like kicking cans! And it usually means having a full-time meeting with our maker above. You know you’re usually supposed to drag them to the sidewalk or street if you prefer.”

“And, and, anddd, minding your got damn business is free! So you might want to work a little harder if you want to be hired, asswipe.” You called back out in a sweet tone, hand resting on the railing of the stairs, with the other on your hip as you took a break.

Mikey laughed at the clapback, smacking Richie’s shoulder who was now glaring at you from across the street. “Sorry about my dumb friend here, y/n! Don’t pay him any mind.”

“Thanks, Mikey. I won’t!” You beamed from across the street, making the gelled haired man laugh once more.

Richie held his hands out, confused on what was happening right now. Why was he being ganged up on…especially by some pretty chick Mikey suddenly befriended? Yeah he was feeling a little pressed.

“Well I hope you have a good rest of the day then!” Richie continued, “try kicking a lamp post this time, maybe you’ll break your shit in three places.”

“How about I come over there and kick your ass instead, Hm? ‘Ol bean pole looking—

“Come see me then!” Richie waved his fingers over at the girl.

Mikey jumped in front of his friend, stepping into the street behind a parked car as he actually saw you start to move down your steps again.

“Okay!” Mikey coughed before clapping his hands together then pulled the blunt to rest behind his ear, “no! Let’s start over, Richie this is my lovely neighbor y/n, she’s all studious which I’m sure you can tell with the glasses and shit, loves cats, sandwiches, and cars. Y/n this is my knucklehead best friend, Richie. He’s basically a extra brother I didn’t want but my right hand, got the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, loves a good pair of adidas, and hates trains.”

Richie had his eyes in slits, still staring over at you while you pushed your oval glasses against your nose.

“…why don’t you like trains?”

“Huh?”

“I said, Why don’t you like trains?” You repeated.

“They don’t ever know where the fuck they’re going! The L’s got too many lines: red, pink, brown—the hell is this? Twister?! Fuck.”

A bubble of laughter escaped your lips while Michael lightly shook his head at his friend who was easily frustrated discussing the train routes.

“Well…you could always drive.”

“In this traffic? With what car?! Mikey’s hoopty? The thing can’t even get around the block without blowing a tornado outta its ass!” The long curly haired man fanned his hands.

“This is my last warning,” Mikey pointed at the taller man, “Don’t talk about my baby like that, rich.”

Richie scoffed.

You blew out a raspberry as you now stood on your side of the sidewalk, “sounds tough, Richard. But I’ve gotta go to my car over there so enjoy that train ride or don’t.”

“It’s Richie.”

“That’s what I said,” you blinked before turning back to Mikey, “catch you later, Mikey? Tell sugar I said hey.”

“Will do. Take it easy out there on them streets, huh?”

“Of course. I’m no idiot.”

“I know it, just don’t need to hear from your dad down at Chicagoland you went and injured somethin’ else.”

“Too charming for me, Mikey.” You smiled, slowly strolling over to your car as Richie watched this whole exchange, chewing down on his bottom lip.

Mikey puffed out a laugh, beginning to back up onto the curb as you took your time climbing into your car, always on the go. You started up your car, leaving your driver side and passenger side windows ajar as your car vibrated with Lil Wayne’s, “Way of life.”

Busting a U-Turn you drove by the boys waving as you went the opposite direction.

“That girl listens to Weezy?”

Michael glanced at his friend, “yeah, so?”

“I expected Alicia keys, Sugababes, or even Celine dion like sugar.” Richie shrugged, still looking down the streets.

Michael snorted as he knocked his knuckles against Richie’s abdomen, “uh oh you seem kinda concerned there, Richard. I knew she would have your interest.”

“What?” Richie inhaled, “me and that four eyed bow-legged—

“Hey,” Michael cut in, “she’s cool. You started with her remember? That girl ain’t do nothing to you.”

“She called me a asswipe and a bean pole!” Richie placed his hand on his chest as they carried on to Michael’s house, “I work out, okay!”

“That was after you told her to break her foot some more,” Michael yelled as he began jogging up the three steps to his house, “and all you do is jog in place and do three push ups whenever Juliana and the twins show up at the park.”

“Oh fuck off,” richie shoved Michael inside of his house as the older boy pushed the front door open, “I should be the one grilling you! You seem quite in love with her yourself!”

“Nah,” Michael shook his head, “don’t do that. We’re friends and she’s eighteen, that’s not for me. I just wanted you two to meet, put a name to the face her dad was telling my old man about the other day.”

“Can’t say I believe that, Mikey.”

“Believe whatever the hell you want then.”

The two had a intense stare off before the voice of a young Carmy called out to his big brother.

“Mike! Sugar needs your help with ma!”

Michael broke his stare with his best friend to see his dark blond haired brother leaning over the banister of the stairs. He sighed knowing what this meant as he glanced at Richie who waved him along.

“Right, c’mon down here with Richie, Carmy.”

Carmy appeared as if he was ready to argue but the look Mikey gave him made the eight year old mutter to himself instead. He thudded down the steps, leaving Mikey to plop a palm against the top of his head nudging it around before he headed up the steps himself.

“Sup, little shit. What you into these days?” Richie shoved his hands into his pockets as Carmy stared at him with his own set of round blue eyes.

Carmy puffed out a breath, “a helluva lot more than you, richie. I’m gonna call dad.”

“Yeah, you do that.” Richie scoffed at the small boy who jogged by him to enter the kitchen.

The memories kept hitting you and Richie as you sat bundled with a blanket around the firepit. The heat radiated against your frame as you sat, legs crossed over the other while a slight breeze continued to pick up. It’s been a couple of hours since you pulled up to the coach house Richie pin dropped to you and you had a lot of questions.

Why was he renting this airbnb for the two of you when he was the main one who was the penny pincher? Your eyes held the questions but Richie was all grins as he held out a glass of red wine and a spliff in between his lips as he greeted you.

A simple:

i miss u. cme see me 🤲 — Richard

With a location attached was what got you here. Foolish, you knew. The directions let you know it would be a good drive and you had the weekend off so you wondered if you needed to pack a bag. Unfortunately that was your first thought with the second being should you even bother with this Richie Jerimovich? It caught you off guard with Richie being on a full on date after you called your arrangement quits due to Richie not wanting to commit. That was three weeks ago, it hurt but you kept yourself busy as a front desk supervisor down at the starcloud hotel. No matter how much you tried to put it to the back of your mind, it didn’t help that richie felt the need to text you the next afternoon letting you know that the date didn’t go anywhere.

Leaving him on read made you feel better than the actual news. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that the pain subsided about 10% at that. Then another text asking you to come see about him a week later changed everything.

He got naked and decided to go skinny dipping in a jacuzzi but you would not be joining him. Smart choice. You were comfortable sitting right at the firepit despite this man slinging everything around in his own glory. The silence was loud after Richie’s obnoxious rant the first time he stepped into the steaming water but it was quieter on this side of town.

“Stop staring at me, Richard.” You slouched further into your chair, knowing he was doing just that.

“I’m not.”

“I can feel your eyes.”

“No you can’t.” He denied.

You suddenly turned your head to Richie who visibly flinched at your movement, “see!”

“That’s because you started talkin’ to me, it’s called respect! You look at people when they’re talking to you, no?”

“You’re so full of shit, just admit it.” You laughed.

Richie suddenly stood up from the water hands held out, “you don’t know everything, y/n! And look at you now, looking at me in all of god’s given glory!”

You kept your eyes fully on this man’s face, “I’m looking at you because you’re talkin’ to me, it’s called respect!” You paraphrased.

Richie slammed his hands down into the water, “Jesus Christ! Don’t give me no lip tonight.”

“Put some clothes on!”

“Give me a minute, sweetheart! I’m tryna brace myself here.”

You snickered as the wind picked up hearing Richie let out a string of curse words, followed by the sloshing of water. He then ran towards the opposite chair by the firepit and snatched up a blanket to wrap around himself before he plopped down.

After a moment he said, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

“Mmm, must have been hard.”

Richie sent you a look while you bite back a laugh, waving your hand for him to continue.

“About a lot: Mikey, the business, fucken baby new year—

“Carmy?”

“Obviously,” Richie hissed, “this isn’t about him though.”

“Then get on with it.”

“Stop rushing me! I’m trying to have a heart to heart with you here!”

Did you want to have a heart to heart right now? That you were unsure of.

“…do you ever wonder if you’d survive a horror movie?” He suddenly asked after a brief silence filled by the crackling of fire and crickets.

Tilting your head to the side you sat up, hands clenching the arm rests beside you, “you plotting something? If you are, I might have to head inside for a little bit.”

Richie scoffed, “calm your pretty face, babe. I’m not here to do you anymore harm, okay? I’m talkin’…what’s the word? Metaphorically. Life is the horror story, get me?”

Sitting back you hummed. Whenever richie got high he got to talking about the what if’s and it’s always been that way since you’ve known him. However you could tell from your spot across from him that this conversation meant more to him.

“Some of us do,” you started, “I want to. So yes I’ve thought about it, back when I lost my mom and when we lost Mikey. Life gains more meaning when you lose someone important and have to continue on without them.”

“Exactly!” Richie agreed, “it’s kinda ironic. You got to experience lost before you really step back and look at life and live it. The pandemic kinda started that for me, not being able to see my daughter even when fucken Juliana caught that shit—

He stopped himself clearing his throat. He felt anger talking about the woman he once called his wife but sadness when he thought about his constant absence in his daughter’s life. He didn’t want to be a repeat of his own father and yet here he was…

“I had to do things I never thought of doing,” richie spoke, you knew he and Mikey had to deal to keep the original beef afloat. You got it out of Mikey since Richie was so stubborn and sure of himself. They both said they didn’t want to get you involved and you weren’t, you just knew about it. You were their friends so it was only right that you knew about their struggles too? However that didn’t work out too well with Mikey, you bitterly thought.

Richie sniffed as he looked at you, “and it makes you look at things differently. It’s been two years since then and I just—get worked up because I really do care…although I can be dismissive.”

“What are you saying, Richie?”

“Life shouldn’t be this lonely. It’s horrifying, y/n.”

Deeply inhaling and exhaling you took a moment. Did this feel the same as it’s always been? You and Richie were on and off for years now, that came to a halt the minute he married Juliana. He came to your college graduation with her (and Mikey of course!) and that’s when you found out she was pregnant. There was distance with you away in Atlanta but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your fun either. You convinced yourself that you did not need to be hung up over no man and you believed that for awhile.

When you decided to come back to Chicago you had one serious boyfriend, moving on and becoming closer with Mikey during this time. Richie was a new time dad and had to balance life at home with the growing restaurant. It seemed as if the life was slowly draining out of him and you felt for Richie. How couldn’t you? Once upon a time you loved him so deeply. Things were different and you knew it had to do with his poor communication with Juliana, you wondered if she ever found out that Richie drunkenly showed up to your apartment telling you that he wasn’t in love with her and felt stuck. Then there was a baby in the mix.

“He should of thought of that before he put a baby in her, that’s his own problem, y/n. Not yours, just focus on your own relationship. Rich will figure it out.” Mikey often told you at your breakfast meetings.

You missed those breakfast meetings. You only became a breakfast person because of Michael Berzatto…on the other hand? You’d stay right in bed, which is what you were back to doing.

Losing Michael completely shifted the routine.

“I want us to be able to talk again. Really talk again instead of the bickering, disappearing on each other and screwing—even if that’s a pretty awesome time.” He smirked at you while you rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Aw, you want to be my friend again, richie?”

Richie huffed, “I was always your friend even when I couldn’t stand your ass.”

“So the first day we met?”

“Eh, don’t know if I’d go that far. Maybe a little after.” He answered, “anybody that’s a friend of Mikey’s is usually a friend of mine. Guy’s got solid judgment—better than I ever had!”

You wondered what he was hinting at but didn’t push it.

“What do you think he’d tell us to do if he was here with us?” You leaned your cheek into your palm.

Richie snorted, “tell us to kiss and make up already.”

“I’m not kissing you.”

“Why not? Friends kiss! Italians love giving kisses!”

Smacking your lips you stated, “Richard, you’re Serbian.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Richie fanned his hand, “so can we hug it out then?”

“As friends? Sure, since you went out of your way to invite me to this place for the weekend.”

Richie nodded, “yeah even got us separate rooms and everything. Some love—as friends would be nice.”

“The bare minimum.” You mumbled, “…I’m not ready to move yet so can we get a rain check on that?”

Richie stared at you with those bright eyes almost demanding, “come here.”

You didn’t move right away because you didn’t take orders from nobody. You liked to push Richie’s buttons so you sat there, taking your sweet time before you found yourself lounging on his lap. It was too comfortable to be back in this position, arms wrapped around Richie’s neck with his nose buried against your shoulder. He could still smell your signature scent of almond oil, Shea, and hyacinth covered by your own blanket…just like he remembered and missed.

When you pulled back you ran your fingers over his low-cut hair, missing when it was longer and curly. Richie watched your movements before your eyes met his, damn, you sure did want to kiss him but it wouldn’t be the best idea.

There was still so much that needed to be figured out and you just claimed friendship again. Holding your breath as Richie shifted, he gripped your neck and quickly placed a peck right by the corner of your lips.

“Love ya! You’re driving me wild, friend.”

Oh so this was going to be a thing now.

You leaned back against him, head resting beside his as you enjoyed the fire together. You just knew one of you would break and although it wasn’t full on the lips, it was just as nice. Closing your eyes you melted into Richie’s touch, the firm grip of his hand on your thigh was comforting.

Whatever the both of you were feeling, leaning against each other was needed.

You sat up, “you’re still naked aren’t you?”

“Yeah, so what?” Amusement was in Richie’s eyes.

“I can’t sit like this.”

“Ah, please. It was never a problem before.” Richie blew a raspberry while you punched at his shoulder, making him wince.

“Ew, friend.” You hoped up, making richie frown.

“What do you mean, Ew? Is anybody real friends if they’ve never seen each other naked before?!”

“…this is different.”

“Yeah, sure. Y/n, don’t be shy now.”

“Shut up.”

“No, you shut up.”

“I’m going inside.”

“So am I!” Richie hopped up.

The both of you raced each other to get inside where the real warm and homey feeling existed. Plopping down on the couch, Richie left and reappeared with one of his velour tracksuits before he sat down beside you. He rolled his head over to you, who now yawned flipping through a gossip filled celebrity magazine.

Bumping his shoulder with yours, you raised your brows before you took your eyes off Bennifer sharing a kiss in Los Angeles.

“What?”

“Sorry, friend.”

Before your brows could furrow, Richie tugged you by the neck so your lips could meet.

And you completely melted.

‘Fucking Richie,’ you thought just as you imagined Mikey saying the exact same if he was witnessing this right now.

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Continue along with my fall anthology prompts here & summer prompts here.

[14dayswithyou]

one sided enemies / lovers ren x mc fic where the high tension point of it is mc trying to stab ren while he’s “asleep” only for him to open his eyes and grab their wrists as they try and aim for his throat only for him to look them in the eyes and say “you’re really beautiful”, 25k slowburn, pinning, childhood friends to strangers to one sided love/hatred, not updated since 2018

A/N: Hello angels! Sorry I haven’t updated my multichapter 14DWY AU in a while! I got married, had three kids, divorced and then immediately got remarried again, came out of a 3-year coma due to my lack of copium, and recently adopted a dog :D Also I had to undergo surgery because I was suffering from sugondese, but I'm back now with another chapter! Plz enjoy!

pairings: MC x some pink haired guy idk i haven't played 14dwy

tags: over 25k word count, enemies to lovers to strangers then back to friends but not really, slow burn, only one bed, mpreg, stabbing (but not the sexual kind), pining, lemon/smut scene, mafia!au, etc.

Now was your chance. You finally had the opportunity to kill the fucker that had been embezzling funds from your Mafia father’s company. The timing was perfect... you had seduced him with your super hot appearance and slipped sleeping pills into his drink like a creep who belongs in jail. Now he was unconscious in your bed (there's only one bed in this huge expensive $$$ mansion) because you're not a monster who lets your enemies/lovers sleep on the ground.

Getting closer to the sleeping dude, you noticed that he was sleeping with a cheap ass face mask and sliced, dollar store cucumbers on his eyes… Like wtf… If he could steal over $1,000,000 from your father, you’d think he’d be able to buy something more expensive? Cheap ass….

Anyways it doesn’t matter because now you're looming over him and ripping off his $2 mallwart self-care products and staring at his prone and vulnerable form.

Wow... he actually looked.... beuatiful????

No-- stop it Y/N M/N L/N! this was not the time to be falling for the enemy! after your recent break-up with Teo -- the son of the rival mafia and the guy you were once in an arranged marriage with -- you were in no position to date again. But... wait… who said anything about dating? oh wait I did because I'm the narrator lol

Shaking your head and letting your H/L H/C hair loose, you draw your knife and angle it at the pink-haired ex-yakuza heir (your father and his mother are rivals as well). But before you could go for his jugular or smth, his eyes flutter open and lock onto yours.

It was as if time stopped and nothing else existed outside of your bedroom walls. You were captivated by his striking blue orbs and soft, dewy skin. He looked like an angel sent from heaven — but in the form of your childhood friend. aka the one you met on the playground all those years ago.... sakura blossoms were blowing in the wind which was romantic, but didnt make sense because corland bay doesn’t take place in Japan (omg 14dwy lore?? in my crack fic????)

Memories come flooding back, and it was as if the pink-haired guy was remembering them too — if the way his eyes softly trace over your features was any indication. How could you kill him? Did you want to kill him? He was nothing but kind to you, despite the fact that he literally stole money from your family and tried to kill you ex. And wtf why am I actually putting effort into this???

Shaking your head again (i don't know that many descriptors), you strengthen your resolve and press the blade firmly against his heart instead. But ya mans must've been made out of steel or something because you haven't drawn blood yet? tf?? anyways, before you could notice, he wraps a large and veiny hand around your wrist and softly murmurs something under his breath.

For some reason you forgot how soft and breathy his voice sounded, and for a moment in time, you found yourself falling for him. ah shit bois it's the beginning of the enemies to lovers arc!!!!! yehaw 🤠 ok anyways

Before you could say anything, he cuts you off "You look beautiful”

"How can you say that I'm literally wearing a balaclava right now? :/" you say, “I’m going for that mysterious vibe”

"Yeah but I know the real you, the you that's underneath that balaclava."

it was sweet, but you knew better than to trust the words of your enemy/lover. "Ok but what if I told you I was wearing another one underneath”

"yeah that's valid i'm literally wearing two sweaters rn"

"oh sick" looking down you notice that he wasn’t lying “nice I love the complimentary colours. very neutral and very based uwu”

"y-y-y-y-eah" he blushes "sorry i forgot that i'm supposed to be haruko rn"

"oh shit!! you like attack on giants? my man!!!!!"

"i-it's pretty pog ^^ anyways," he looks at your really cool and expensive gucci blade that was pressed against his heart. "weren't you going to kill me?"

"oh yeah" drawing the knife for the 69th time, you position it again before looking into his ocean blue cerulean cyan orbs once more. "this is for stealing money from my dad… the richest mafia don in all of corland bay…. he's a great dad btw because my mom tried to sell me to one direction-- anyways I'm rambling now. time to unalive you hehe"

but... you couldn't do it. You couldn't kill your childhood friend, your twin flame, and the man you harboured secret feelings for. He was too pretty and too Baby to kill. look at him. Would you really murder a guy looking like that? Jail time for even thinking about harming such an innocent soul :/ and so, you retract the blade and dramatically look off into the distance.

"I.... I can't do it."

"here i'll do it then." and then he grabs the knife and straight up stabs himself.

"MY BROTHER IN CHRIST WTF???"

"you wanted to kill me, and I only want what you want. it's logic :)"

"omg the rapper? anyways that's not what I-- you know what? yeah okay sure bet"

and just like romeo and juliet, you stab yourself as well so you could be with your lover in the afterlife. But you didn't die quick enough, so you had some time to kill on the ONLY bed in the mansion. so u woohoo with each other before kicking the bucket

you see ren in the afterlife and that’s when you realise that one of you were pregnant. yeah.... now this is the annoying part of every fic where they introduce the unwanted pregnancy arc. but that continues in chapter 69 so stay tuned! I should be able to update this next week if nothing goes wrong :)

-- THE END --

A/N (for real): if y'all want an actual serious scenario with this prompt, lemme know lmao

[baddiedaddy7]

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜🦄💜

do not plagiarize. all of this is my work.

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

dreamy. big on makeup, enhancing your looks. eyes are usually round/almond. the best feature of their face are their eyes. so many gorgeous girl celebs have this. has a dreamy look, but may also look like a fish tbh lmao. sympathizes w/strangers. usually tender hearted manners, and lovely vibe. shy/reserved. you’re like a sponge. if someone is being bitchy, chances are you will be too. keeps personal life on the down low. can be unrealistic.

celebrities:Kylie Jenner, Marilyn Monroe, Jim Carrey, Denzel Washington

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

voice is probably chill, or has a soft vibe to it. voice may also be naturally low. remember it’s nice to be generous, but not too generous. don’t just give your money away easily, or to just anybody. make sure the money, or possessions you give away are put to good use. don’t be naive w/your money/possessions. the clothes you buy are probably creative/artsy or discreet/low key. focus on loving yourself. seafood lover or hater lol. might like “weird” foods. indulgent.

celebrities:Jennifer Aniston, Tina Turner, Muhammad Ali, Dwayne Johnson

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

thinks unconventionally. you may lack communication w/siblings. may be great at poetry, writing in general. writing is probably unique, and beautiful. may love the beach or lakes, traveling to places with water lol. siblings may have pisces/neptune influence in their chart. the reserved student. might have a soft spot for math, english, or art classes. visionary.

celebrities:Madonna, Dua Lipa, Keanu Reeves, Ryan Reynolds

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

parents may have been absent, or neglectful. parents may have also been addicted to substances(alcohol, drugs, even food, etc). parents may have sheltered you from certain things, that you had to learn a different way(puberty, sex in general, etc) might’ve been raised by other ppl than their bio parents, but if it’s positive, parents may have taught you to be creative, and sweet. this indicates the childhood house being near water or wanting it to be, or even being aesthetic lol. may have love fantasy growing up, fantasy movies/shows, mystical creatures, etc. childhood memories may be foggy. you’re distinctive/stand out, but you may also be over-sensitive.

celebrities:Emma Watson, Jessica Alba, Johnny Depp, Robert De Niro

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

may have “pisces” traits in the dating world(wears rose tinted glasses, loving, naive, selfless, etc). try not to put your partner on a pedestal too high, cause then you might be disappointed. you may get too caught up in the moment, so birth control may be your best friend. i’ve heard of ppl w/this placement that had unexpected pregnancies. your hobbies range from painting, singing, inventing, sleeping, binge-watching, daydreaming, hanging out, astrology, and if on the bad side drugs/alcohol. children may have pisces/neptune influence in chart. very artistic ppl.

celebrities:Angelina Jolie,Cameron Diaz, Drake, Elon Musk

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

don’t stress so easily. when stressed, letting your creativity may help how you feel, or just letting it all out(crying, writing in a diary, etc). sleeping probably even helps your stress lmao. may be a vegan/vegetarian since they adore animals sm. neptune rules pisces which is represented by fish, so a fish may be an ideal pet. if not then a cat, as cats are mysterious. may not prioritize their health. may love junk food. likes being an helping hand, so may put themselves out there to help certain organizations, ppl, etc. i feel like these ppl probably shower/bath more than once a day. you’re very considerate.

celebrities:Selena Gomez, Drew Barrymore, Will Smith, John Lennon

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

attracts ppl with pisces/neptune in chart, platonic and/or romantic. enemies also tend to have pisces/neptune energy. ppl you attract may be cheaters/liars, so watch out. they may also be really romantic or obsessive/delusional. you may attract damaged souls, that may end up trying to put their damage on you. make sure to set limits in love. but on the bright side, you may attract ppl w/positive pisces traits(dreamy, selfless, good listener, etc). senseless in love. believes in fairytales. you’re gregarious.

celebrities:Lady Gaga, Mariah Carey, Denise Richards, Ashton Kutcher

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

prefers to fuck ppl they have a connection with. may like to have sex in water(showers, bath, jacuzzi, etc)or near it(beach,lake, etc). sex can take you away from the real world. emotions are powerful. got some psychic shit going on😂. dreams are usually in depth, and interesting. might hide vulnerable side. death may be bc of drugs, alcohol, etc. also you may drown, die in water in general or die in your sleep. death may also be mysterious(going missing, not knowing the cause of death, etc). may be moody.

celebrities:Whitney Houston, Demi Moore, Michael Jackson, George Clooney

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

flexible mind. may go to college for drama, artsy jobs, etc. probably believes in religious miracles. probably loves traveling to places with water, so an island is your best bet/not a landlocked country. may be fascinated w/other cultures. in laws may have pisces traits(positive:loving, good listeners, considerate negative:manipulative/backstabbing, liars, addicted to substances, etc). try not to accidentally join a cult lmao.

celebrities:Rihanna, Miley Cyrus, Heath Ledger, Jimi Hendrix

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

(i’m gonna say “we” cause this is my placement☺️)

if you’re famous, fans will fantasize abt you/crush on you. will have a career where they can express themselves(acting, singing, painting, etc), water related(marines, scuda diver, etc) or one that helps ppl since neptune is selfless(mental health, hospital, paramedic, humanitarian, etc). we can’t decide what we want to do in the future 😂, might even have multiple jobs. we may be known as romantic, sweet/loving, selfless, naive and other pisces traits. we’re usually so creative, and charming that ppl copy off of us(ik that’s said a lot but it’s true), we’re 💫inspiring💫. on the bad side, our reputation can be messed with since ppl make rumors abt us, and neptune rules illusion. good at coming up w/ideas, and inventions. resourceful, but can be off track.

celebrities:Christina Aguilera, Kourtney Kardashian, Matt Damon, Bruno Mars

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

friends may have neptune/pisces influence. friends are usually toxic. also attracts damaged friends. watch out for who you hang out with/don’t put all your trust into certain ppl. friendship is very important to these ppl, and they’re usually the advice giving friend, or just the one that’s laid back tbh. a lot of your “friends” tend to be 🐍. usually shy as a child, but comes out of shell as they get older. ppl that may crush on you may have pisces/neptune influence often. altruistic, but strange.

celebrities:Zooey Deschanel, Christy Turlington, Zayn Malik, Brad Pitt

𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

sleeps often. follow your gut feelings. usually empaths. stay away from addictive things. not confident. doesn’t express their feelings. focus on loving yourself, it’s okay to take time for yourself. clairvoyant. you’re a dreamer. enemies take advantage of your/pray on your weakness, are manipulative, and you may also feed of off each other’s toxic energy. enemies may have pisces/neptune in chart. you happen to be self-contained/shy.

celebrities:Megan Fox, Winona Ryder, Bradley Cooper, Prince

[milf-harrington]

Hello yes letting u know I’m also on the Obsessed With College Husbands AU Brigade because it is the best shit. Friends to lovers? Idiots to lovers? Oh my god they were roommates? Childhood rivals to friends to lovers? There’s so much room for this au to have it all. And they’re such best friends and husbands and ahhh love it❤️❤️❤️

it still makes me so happy and excited when people tell me they like the college husbands au bc it is my precious baby as the very first au i made on tumblr!!

and, because i love to talk about it, here are some existing timelines for those who are curious:

zukka's full timeline: one-sided crush -> mutual pining -> developing relationship -> high school sweethearts -> oh my god they were roommates/established relationship

azula and sokka's timeline: acquaintances -> one-sided enemies to friends -> friendly rivals/besties

yue and suki: childhood friends to lovers ft. mutual pining

mai and zuko: childhood rivals to friends -> mutual pining -> lovers to friends -> best friends w no romantic feelings

toph and ty lee: strangers to reluctant friends -> best friends (it's about the rocks)

[smolla-than-a-bug]

ain’t shit

—maliksi armanaz x reader

When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are.

navi | trese m.list

content — nsfw, fem!reader, profanity, rivalry, enemies to lovers, drag racing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sexy time, car seggs, thigh riding, angry fucking, a bit of spanking and degradation,

notes — 5.2k words & unedited af 😩 NOW WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MALIKSI LOOKED THIS FINE IN THE COMICS BECAUSENDMF kinda late hehe i posted ab this fic some time ago but loikee its finally here 😆

Ungodly hours of the night are usually means for a free-for-all. It's a time when most crowds of citizens and legal authorities are nowhere in sight, giving way for young adults to pluck and drop a few "Road Closed" signs to clear the streets for a bit of fun. Condominium and apartment residents should already be used to hearing the loud engines of the multiple cars as they speed past.

This scene is anything but new to him. Many a night is spent sneaking into his garage and away from responsibility, all to satisfy his cravings for a good time, escaping the inevitable stress of the bustling adult life even for just a few hours. Today had been a particularly rough day for Maliksi, so imagine his relief once the sun had completely sunken past the horizon; he had swiftly jumped into his Nissan Skyline and drove over to Mindanao Avenue in Quezon city, wads of cash prepared and stashed for the first race he could get himself in.

"Yo, Kai! Whats the hold up?" Kai was the person to know around these areas. Often did he host the races—planning the route, setting the stakes, even hosting big after-parties, and the like. If you wanted in, you go to him. Luckily, he and Mal were childhood friends. He'd gone out with Kai lots throughout his youth, spending nights with his friend and a bunch of happy strangers to escape his own family matters. It evidently was a habit he seemed to never have been able to get rid of.

Ducking down to meet his friend at his driver's side window, Kai murmured. "We're lacking a fourth." Maliksi scoffed, the corner of his lip jerking up as amusement filled him up. Kai very much expected this and good-naturedly shoved his face, then flashing him the finger when he backed away to inform the other two racers of the circumstances. "Don't let it get to your head though, you fucktard."

Ethan and Jay, from the Toyota 86 and the Nissan Evo lined up by Maliski (also good friends of his), raised their fingers as well upon seeing Kai make the gesture. Laughing, Ethan yelled, "I dunno what Kai said but I heard him call you a fucktard and I'm compelled to agree!"

Obviously, Maliksi did not listen to either of them or to Kai because why would he? It did, in fact, get to his head and he proudly put his head out the window with a chuckle to announce, "Mga duwag! You're all cowards!" What good was having a good car if you didn't put its engine to the test? If nobody was willing to step up and race him (and his friends though they're irrelevant right now), then they're all a bunch of posers. It was laughable, really.

Maliksi knows he's good. He's damn-near undefeated! He gets why people are hesitant to even try racing him in his Skyline, and a good chunk of him shamelessly relishes in that fact, but he's itching to take the edge off. In a race. Right now.

"I'll join," an engine revs from the back. The sea of drag race enthusiasts parts as a glowing Mazda Miata rolls up from behind with its soft top folded down into a convertible, revealing you manning the wheel in the driver's seat. "But on one condition." You smirk.

Maliksi scowls. “Why don’t you go get a manicure instead, little girl?” He’d easily prefer anyone else over you.

He goes to be ignored by you as you continue to speak, already having gained the audience's attention. "Raise the stakes." The crowd 'ooh's, interest increasing as they feel the growing tension.

Kai personally finds the situation hilarious. The long-time rivalry between his two friends was often a subject of his humor, from their childhood and into adulthood. He couldn't quite grasp how two people could have known each other for as long as you two did and still never manage to get along. You'd both always made it out to be your dying wish to best one another at every single thing, starting from 'Who could cry the loudest?' to 'Who had the most toys?' to 'Who had the better grades?' and to 'Who was the better racer?'.

Though your never-ending quarrel was childish to say the least, Kai enabled it further, if only to see the contorted expression on Maliksi's face, which in his opinion made the guy look like he was constipated. "Raise the stakes, you say? How much?"

There was no hesitation on your part when you said to "Double it."

"Damn, she's really going for it, huh?" Jay pipes up, already pulling up notes to add on to the wager.

Distant whooping in the crowd tickled Maliksi deep inside his ear, he swears he felt a muscle twitch. People only did that when they're sure they'd win. How fucking dare you belittle him?

“Fucking bitch…”

"Well, boys," Kai claps, stepping in before a brawl had a chance to break out, "ya'll heard her!" He stopped by the three cars before yours, collecting the amounts. Maliksi aggressively thrusts his bills onto his friend’s hand.

Your eyes linger on his menacing snarl. "Scared to lose, pussy boy?"

Kai grins to himself when you nonchalantly pass him a bundle of cash with the fixed amount.

Maliksi was getting more and more agitated by the minute. The clenching in the middle of his chest told him that your presence alone was enough to tick him off, and intervening to insert yourself into a race that wasn't even supposed to involve you in the first place definitely increased his annoyance tenfold. He's sure that was your goal in the first place. After all, you always seemed to make it your personal vendetta to rain hellfire on him. He'd simply have to reverse the situation and clap back, he thought bitterly. A hundred consecutive "fuck you"s meant against you circled his mind as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

A skinny pair of arms rested on his rolled down window. He could not, for the life of him, recall the name of its pretty owner.

"Hey," the girl nodded, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair. Flirty eyes gazed up at Maliksi. Julia, maybe? Or was it Rosie? "If you win," she eyed him, using her slender hands to push up her breasts, "these are all yours."

Maliksi licked his lips while keeping his focus solely trained on the girl's plunging assets. She winked as she backed into the crowd.

"Gross."

But of course, you had to ruin it for him right away, not that it's anything new to either of you. You always do this. He couldn't understand why you couldn't ever keep your nose out of his business. (Granted, he does the same thing back to you, but that's only because you do it first!) Either way, Maliksi's mood has once again been soiled. "You're just mad you don't get bitches."

You laugh. "Says who?"

This irks him. He gives up on responding and merely mutters a disgruntled "whatever," fully intent on ignoring your existence as a whole until he wins the race for himself. That'll show you, he thinks.

Thankfully, Kai finally announced at that point that everything was set to go, outlining the route for the racers to take. The same girl from before struts past the finish line, swaying her hips as she counts down. She raises one arm. "Ready..."

She smirks to herself as the masses watch in heated anticipation. She raises her other arm. "Set..."

The roaring of all four vehicles' engines pile onto one another as a means to establish intimidation, though as it isn't Maliksi's first time racing any of you, the intimidation tactic doesn't work as well as it would have the first time. Now, it was just a means to show off and conduct a challenge. Really, the only competition in this race is you—he did use the words 'damn-near unbeatable' to describe himself.

The girl catches Maliksi's eyes and smirks to herself. With a dramatic release of her arms, she yells "Go!" immediately followed by the four of you speeding down the wide, empty road.

Kai had stated, in detail, every straight and turn they needed to take in order to get back to the finish line, which would be the same point they started in though coming from the other direction as opposed to the way they took off. The first half of the race was no problem for Maliksi. He quickly overtook both Ethan and Jay, whooping when he saw them two clamoring in his rearview mirror. Despite that, you'd been neck-and-neck with him throughout the entirety of the drive, which meant that he could not afford to be slacking off at any point whatsoever.

It seemed that he couldn't shake you off no matter how hard he tried. Sometimes he'd think he's finally going to overtake you, but then you pull some trick out of your sleeve and accelerate slightly past him to match his speed. At one point, you managed to cut past him a little too much for his liking, and he cursed before desperately digging his foot onto the gas pedal, colliding with the side of your bumper.

He was sure he heard you, in a fit of rage, exclaim a distant yet sharp "Motherfucker!" at the dirty move he pulled. His insides flutter. He let himself grin evilly.

Curves and turns were tricky. Those areas gave you an opening to widen the gap between your cars, not that Maliksi would willingly allow you to. He'd rather die than have you beat him again. Maybe that was an over-exaggeration on his part, but he stands with it regardless.

At last, Maliksi had reached the final point of the race. After this next turn was home stretch. He didn't need to worry about his two friends who were lagging from behind both you and himself. All he had to do was make sure you weren't able to slip through the corner, which was easier said than done.

He tried to keep the side of his car as close to the curb as possible as he neared the sharp turn, so that you would not have any window to push through. What he didn't expect, however, was how vengeful you'd become since he hit your car earlier. Because of that, you'd managed the balls to speed up and cut across Maliksi's own car, pushing him against the curb and causing him to swerve off-road in a moment of panic, all to make way for you to completely leave him in the dust with the aid of your nitrous tanks.

Maliksi blurred past the finish line a little after you did.

To say you were overjoyed at having beat your childhood enemy at yet another street race would be an understatement. You threw your head back, laughing without a care in the world as you slowed down to a stop. He wanted to play dirty, and you simply responded accordingly. You were pretty proud of the stunt you pulled despite the danger you'd put yourselves into just to go through with it.

Truth be told, you didn't have a solid reason to back up half the things you did out of pure spite, but you guess it's just always been that way between the two of you. When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are. Frankly, it was pretty amusing too, the way he'd blow a fuse every single damn time. The way he's just so affected by every single thing you do satisfied you to no end. Tonight was a little more daring than you'd like to admit, but it was worth it, you reason. You won this race fair and square.

People mobbed around you, yelling "Congratulations!" and patting you on the back for your victory. It was more hyped up than usual, and the regular crowd was already chaotic to begin with, but everyone knew that any competition between you and a certain tikbalang was something you just have to be there for—something it would be a pity to miss entirely.

A car door slams behind you, followed by heavy stomps. The crowd parts for the co-star of your reality show. The real spectacle begins now.

Maliksi points an angry, thick finger at you. "You almost killed me back there! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

You scoff. The only rule of street racing is that there are no rules. Once you're in the field, it's free real estate. Driving way, way past any speed limit on a public road is already a danger in itself, and even more so when side-by-side competition is brought in. In short, drag racing is no sport for the feeble minded or uptight; drag racers are risk-takers, unafraid to challenge the face of risks. It makes for the thrilling experience you get in the end. "The keyword there is almost. You got out alive didn't you?" You fold your arms, a smug curl of your lip takes its place. "You knew what you were getting into, and by the way, you hit me first."

"I barely grazed you!"

"You're a damn sore loser, you know that?"

Kai comes up from behind Maliksi and claps his hand on his shoulder. "Let it go, man." Maliksi shoves him away, practically steaming from his ears, and walks off. The audience disperses into smaller groups. Kai shrugs, handing your earnings from the race over to you and winking before turning around to find his hotheaded friend.

Despite the short argument that took place, it was clear you won the spat. Your expression fades into neutrality. There goes your fun for the night, you guess. Standing in the midst of mingling people, you look a little lost now that you had nothing to do, though you'd all have to leave soon either way—before the cops show up and put your fates up to chance. So you do.

But you're not ready to end the night just yet. You're sure that Kai's throwing an after-party at his place, and you don't even think twice before racing to that direction.

Your sworn enemy will be there, you're sure. The mere thought has you slightly brightening up, excited about the more ways you can piss him off. He seemed to be in an especially bad mood tonight, so it shouldn't be that hard.

Upon arrival at Kai's, you were greeted with everyone high-fiving you, whooping and congratulating you again for tonight's victory. Within these parts, you knew everyone and everyone knew you. It was rare to see any newcomers.

Ethan spotted you from the beer pong table and raised his red cup at you with a big, loopy grin. "Heeyyy!!" He exchanged a few words with the other players before hopping over to you and swinging a lanky arm around you. "Here she is! The woman of the night!"

"Ethan, shut the fuck up!"

"Jesus fuckin' christ," he shook his head, whipping around to try to find the owner of the voice that spoke up. Unsuccessful in his mission, he merely screamed at no one in particular, "Fuck you!"

You laughed at his antics, years of your friendship flashing in your mind of similar scenarios like this one. He hasn't changed one bit.

"Hey, you want a drink?"

"Sure."

Your friend led you to the kitchen, where all the alcohol was kept. He cracked you open a beer.

You brought it up to your lips, about to take a sip, when you spotted Maliksi from the other room. At that, you stole a shot from the hand of the girl walking past you and downed it yourself, handing it back to her with an apology upon recognizing her face.

Ethan cracks up beside you. "You hate 'im that much?"

"He's just so fucking annoying, ya feel?"

He doesn't seem to find meaning in your words though he nods along absentmindedly. You don't have it in you to solidify your statement. Everything you tell him now will go in one ear and out the other.

You take a peek at Maliksi again, just in time to see him getting slapped and rejected by a tall bimbo you think goes by Natalie. You snort before finally taking a swig from your beer.

"He's not having a very good night is he?"

A glance over your shoulder introduced a built, handsome man. The deep baritone of his voice sent a cool sensation down your spine. His simple sweats and black T-shirt that hugged the curvature of his muscles snuggly caught your eye more than you liked to admit, but it was his lazy smirk and fluffy hair with strands that fell over his eyes that drew you in. All your previous plans of poking sticks at a tikbalang instantly left your agenda.

Adjusting your footing so your body language as you stood appeared to be more open to him, you smile. "No, he isn't, actually."

He put his hand in his pocket and stepped over to stand beside you, craning his body and putting his free arm out for a handshake. "I'm Iñigo. You can call me Iñigo."

You firmly clasp his hand in yours. "Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N..." he seemed to ponder. The way your name rolled off his tongue gave you butterflies. "As in the Y/N that beat my cousin over there and got him all moody?"

Your smile faltered. "Your... cousin?"

Iñigo laughed, still not letting go of your hand. "Unfortunately, yeah. Hey, you're practically well known in the family, did you know? Whenever the guy's grumpy, it's somehow always your doing, apparently."

Your expression began appearing more strained the longer he spoke. No, you didn't know your enemy's entire family was aware of your existence. "Um," you slowly pulled your hand away.

"I think you're a legend."

Now that caught your attention. "A legend?"

"Yeah, man, someone needs to put my cousin in his place, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Never mind, yeah maybe you do like this guy.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was polite, laid back, and he paid attention to what you had to say. You quickly found out that he had just come back from abroad, which would explain why you've never seen him around before. He was only here to visit his family for a while. And with a few hints and suggestive eye-contact, you gathered that he was looking for someone to spend the night with. That, you could willingly give him.

You don't notice the pair of eyes glaring at you from another side of the room.

"Hey, you want another drink?" Iñigo asks, noticing your empty bottle. When you nod, he quickly offers to go get one for you, glancing down at you as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. You let him without thinking, and you scroll through your phone for a bit while you wait.

A tight grip on your forearm dragging you through the house startles you, and you try to yank your arm back, unable to see amidst the crowd who it was leading you god knows where. The perpetrator turns his head back to tell you to stop fighting him. One look was all it took for you to grow still.

Maliksi practically had flames in his eyes as he met yours. What was up with him, you didn't know, but you were pretty sure it had something to do with either the race or his cousin. For what reason you could only assume was dumb, but you did want to know what his deal was.

Once you made it outside, you yanked your arm again. This time, he let go. "The fuck is wrong with you? Couldn't you see I was waiting on someone back there?"

"We're leaving. You shouldn't be accepting drinks from strangers—you should know that."

"We? There is no 'we'. Iñigo's not a stranger, dipshit. And he's your cousin! You don't trust your own cousin?"

Maliksi clenches his jaw. "Still. You literally just met him."

"Tch," you scoff, looking away in disbelief. "I don't see how it's any of your fucking business."

"It's my fucking business because he's my fucking cousin."

"But it's my life! It's none of your fucking business who I wanna fuck!"

"You were gonna fuck him?"

"Why the fuck do you care? Hell, you don't even like me!"

"You were gonna fuck him?!"

"Yeah, and? What about it?!"

You were so irritated with him. It wasn't his right to dictate who you could and couldn't spend your nightly endeavors with. Literally, he is the last person to judge you. It's not like you're close.

At this point, Maliksi had advanced towards you. He had you backed up against his car, and his face was all up in yours. It didn't take much for you to notice the vein popping out his forehead.

You don't notice your close proximity, breaths fanning over one another's face, until you think you see his irises flicker down to your lips, but you swear you're hallucinating. You haven't had much to drink, though, which was odd. Still, neither of you moved an inch.

Suddenly, Maliksi grabs the back of your neck and forces his lips onto yours.

You're too stunned to respond. Your eyes are wide open in shock, staring at Maliksi, your supposed lifelong enemy, who was supposed to despise you with all his being.

Noticing your lack of reciprocation, he pulls away, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he never had the chance to say anything as you harshly shove his chest before getting into the passenger's side of his car.

You use those few seconds of Maliksi walking his way round to the other side to think. What in the fuck were you doing?

In the moment itself, you couldn't process anything, but now that you had a few seconds of silence, you were able to think about it.

You hated him, you reminded yourself. You hate him. He hates you. It's always been that way between you. There's absolutely no way he kissed you on purpose, and sober at that! But then again, you don't recall seeing him drinking during the party. Maybe you just didn't see him. There was just no fucking way.

But oddly enough, it felt... nice. It irked you slightly to admit it, even just to yourself, but you did like it. Despite it having been a presumably unruly sight, the feel of his thick arms and big body encasing you, hands roaming all over you, was somehow getting your underwear soaked.

It was then you decided. If he had the audacity to ruin what was supposed to be your one night stand with his cousin, then you could have him instead, you guess. It can't be that bad. After all, you know what they say about tikbalangs and their... size.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear the driver's side door click shut. Your stare at the growing tent in Maliksi's pants. He goes to start the engine, but before he can, you're already pulling him towards you, trapping his plump lower lip between yours. He instantly opens his mouth for you, cupping your face in his warm hands.

It's angry, rough, and messy. Both of your tongues tangle and clash until saliva drips down your chins.

You're impatient. You climb over the compartment between your seats, hissing as you feel the gearshift brush against your clothed pussy before plopping on Maliksi's lap fully. “I fucking hate you.”

“Yeah? Fuck you.”

He tries to lean back and give you space, but the car horn sounds when your back pushes against it. "Dumb fuck," you mutter, arching backward to reach down the front of his chair so you could adjust the seat.

This gave Maliksi the perfect view of your body, and he took it as an opportunity to rake his eyes all over you, letting his hands and lips roam and mark you up.

Heavy pants fill the small space. You press your front against his as he attacks your neck, stretching the fabric around your neckline to the side to give him access, which is definitely going to destroy your shirt. You violently push his head away, and you're met with Maliksi's scowl. The emotions you feel from his expression, especially with the lusty glare in his eyes, go straight down to your core. You messily pull your top over your head. "You're fucking ruining my shirt."

You nearly ripped down the front of his shirt, yanking the buttons open and exposing his glistening, godly torso, rising and falling intensely with each heavy breath he takes. Your lips attach onto his body, kissing him, biting him, marking him everywhere you could reach. Your palms run down his sweaty, firm pecs and abs as he leans his head back against the headrest, groaning. "And you fucking ruined mine."

"Shut up," you mumble, lips still exploring his chest as you roughly grab his bulge in his pants and he jolts. You yelp when he yanks you back by your hair.

There is no shame preset in you as you stare him down with a knowing look. The more you look at things between you as a competition, the better it gets. He glares at you and you glare back just as fiercely. The way he's looking at you, face almost red with his repressed rage has you giddily anticipating what his next move is. A few seconds pass and neither of you give up on your heated stare-down until you're too impatient and take initiative by yourself, grabbing his jaw and clashing your lips together for a messy battle between tongues.

Maliksi's jeans rub against your clothed sex and you moan in his mouth, subtly trying to press down harder against his hard thigh. You spread your legs a little further, perfectly slotting his thigh between yours, giving you just the right angle to grind your hips and drag your pussy across his firm quads.

You whimper when he flexes his thigh and presses it upward. “Fuck.”

"You like that, slut?" He does it again, and you pull away from his lips to whimper again. He attaches his mouth onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder instead. "Ride my thigh till you cum," he all but commands, slapping your ass as he bounces his leg up once, drawing a yelp out of you.

You shamelessly hump his clothed leg until you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. Maliksi helps you reach it with his head buried in your chest, fondling your breasts and slobbering over them to his heart's content. Your body stutters as you let yourself go, stilling in Maliksi's hold while you come undone, but he still hasn't stopped worshipping your chest.

You push him back, trying to catch your breath as you wipe the sweat off your forehead with your arm.

"Mal," you pant, pushing a hand on his lower abdomen to support yourself as you find his fly with your other hand. You eye the little wet spot on the tent in his jeans with so much focus that you don't notice how he tenses under your touch. "Mal, fuck, I need you in me. Now."

His breaths are uneven as you unzip his pants and pull out his hard, girthy cock, undressing your bottom half and raising your hips so you could line align it with your entrance.

You don't notice the troubled look on Maliksi's face, trying to comprehend how you're literally glowing in his eyes. Your concentrated expression arouses him more than it should, especially with how all your attention is focused on his cock—his ultimate glory and pride. His eyes are wide and unfocused, he doesn't realize when you've sunken yourself on him, and he almost chokes.

“Ohh, shit.”

You let out a sigh when he's finally fully sheathed in you. You begin to move, raising your hips upward, almost pulling him out fully, and then sliding back down. Satisfaction and pleasure consumes you, and you're bound to maintain those sensations. Maliksi lets his head fall back with his mouth hung wide open, holding your thighs and letting you do the work for now.

When you finally take your eyes off of your connected bodies, you notice how Maliksi is gaping like a fish, head lolling to the side, staring at the ceiling with his eyes glazed over, and little groans escaping him. You wonder for a bit before resting your palm on his abs, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. "You whore," you smile.

You start to pick up the pace, bouncing faster. Your eyebrows scrunch in both pleasure and frustration. You're desperate to keep going, but you're getting tired. Your legs are starting to ache.

That's when Maliksi decides that's enough and slightly lifts you up by digging his fingers into your ass, opting to thrust into you from beneath instead. Instantly, you're taken by surprise at his sudden movement. You feel like you can't breathe, and you gasp for air. He spanks your ass twice. You don't want him to stop.

When you look at him again, you notice he's conflicted. His eyes are travelling everywhere, not knowing where to lock them. They flit between your face, your bouncing tits, and the white ring of cream formed around the base of his cock. You decide to help him by letting him look at neither of those things.

You cup his jaw, tilting it up so you can nip at his neck from the side, scratching down his torso with the nails of your other hand. Your naked top presses against his as you grind down, while he pushes up. He whispers your name every now and then. His groans are louder to you as his mouth is close to your ear. He's forced to look up at his car's ceiling—up at nothing—as he fucks into you. You feel him twitch and your walls clench.

"Shit... Cum in me," you mewl between moans.

Maliksi's breath catches in his throat, the tempo of his hips spluttering for a second. "Motherff— you sure?"

You can only nod against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life as you feel yourself needing to cum once again as he abuses your g-spot.

It seems like you're both holding out for one another, waiting for each other to cum first. You stubbornly hold your ground, constantly feeling like you can't wait any longer, but spite fueled you to push through despite the overwhelming electricity shooting up and all over your body. You were holding back tears as you waited for Maliksi to let himself go first.

Fortunately, your efforts didn't go to waste because the moment you ground your hips against his and clenched your pussy at the exact time he pumped up, he swore, "Fuck!" and came in thick ropes, painting your walls white with his name, hips faltering and thighs aching as he weakly attempted to roll his pelvis against yours. You came right after, seeing bright flashes of different colors before slumping your body on his, fighting the pull of unconsciousness.

Your chests rise and fall in synchronzation as you attempt to even out your breathing. You reach towards the floor for your discarded top. Maliksi breaks the silence first. “So," he clears his voice. "Same time next week?”

“Fuck you.”

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A very long list of updated snowed in fic recs for @starsandmoony​ 💜

On my Way by Gia279 | 17.9K

Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it.

He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear.

A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.

I’ve got chills... They’re multiplying! by DropsOfAddiction | 12.3K | Explicit

Derek is literally wrapped around him, one heavy leg and one heavy arm pinning him tight to Derek‘s front.

Warm and steady breaths tickle the back of Stiles’ neck. He tries not to freak out and he wonders how he’s going to extract himself without waking Derek. He totally isn’t ready to face into this conversation.

Stiles stretches gently and Derek grumbles clutching him tighter in his sleep. Stiles tries not to yelp when Derek buries his face in the back of his neck.

Well fuck.

One Star Awake by zjofierose | 9.5K 

When Stiles gets stranded in the snow one dark and snowy night, he's in real danger. Fortunately, he gets rescued by a man on a horse.

Emergency Contact by bewarethesmirk | 1.2K

“Derek here hasn’t left your side,” the nurse coos, and Derek glares at her back. “You’re so lucky to have such an adoring husband.”

snow day by kellifer_fic | 8.3K

“It’s not a big deal. It just happens when I’m… cold,” Stiles offers, scratching gingerly at his head with a claw and then grimacing at it like it’s betraying him.

“Are you serious?”

“Hey, who are you to judge, wolfman?”

Your love warms me up by Smowkie | 1.2K

“At least it’s slowing down,” Stiles said, his lips slightly blue tinted and his teeth clacking.

“Yeah,” Derek said. Stiles had his arm hooked with Derek’s, and he was stumbling a little as they walked. “Come on, keep walking, keep warm.”

“Yeah, keep walking,” Stiles agreed.

Derek didn’t like how weak he sounded.

In the Dark Midwinter, Light by rhysiana | 3.7K | Mature

Really, Derek and Stiles being sent to an empty druid's cabin to fetch a book for Deaton and then getting snowed in could have gone so, so much worse.

it doesn't have to be a snowman by triggeringthehealing (froggydarren) | 4.9K

The Beacon Beans coffee shop is what Stiles would refer to as a lifesaver. They supply his dose of sugar whenever he needs it, they don't ask questions, and their hot chocolate is delicious.

And now they're running a snowman building competition where the grand prize would get him an entire year's worth of drinks. Really, all he needs is a partner to team up with. Only everyone else from the pack already seems to have paired up.

three words have never come easy by the_problem_with_stardust | 1.5K | Mature

If someone had told Derek five years ago that Stiles Stilinski would be the one living in a secluded cabin in the woods, Derek never would have believed them. Even now, he had a hard time reconciling his memories of Stiles as a high schooler with the young man who preferred the quiet found amongst the trees.

Whenever he’d inquired, Stiles had just smiled that enigmatic smile, so like Deaton or Morrell, and said something about being unable to think around the bustle of town.

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” by  jadore_hale | 2.3K

“I’m sorry,” Stiles sighed heavily, coming back down to earth, “But when you woke me up this morning and said that we needed to go out into the woods and find the evil Snow Witch that brought this shit here, I thought that was your emotionally stunted way of saying come build a snowman with me.”

In The Arms of A Werewolf by  literaryoblivion | 9.2K

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Stiles is flabbergasted. How is this even possible? Werewolves he can take. Poisonous lizard creatures, sure. Once dead, now living creepy werewolf uncles, bit of a stretch but he can roll with it. Sacrificing ancient druids that masquerade as teachers, okay fine. But this?

An honest to god abominable snowman? In Beacon Hills, California no less?

Nope.

Winter Storm Stiles by  42hrb | 2K

Stiles isn’t looking forward to weathering his first snow storm on his own, then he meets a handsome stranger at the grocery store who might be able to help.

Find Me Sitting Fireside by  kaistrex (weishen) | 13.2K

With the news that an Alpha wants Beacon Hills for their own, Derek and Stiles are forced to attend a couples retreat at a ski resort to learn their enemy’s identity. However, the threat is the least of Derek’s problems when he’s expected to fake a relationship, share a bed and suffer through candlelit dinners with the man he’s secretly been in love with for the past four years.

Waiting for Winter by  Twice_Shy (notboldly) | 3.2K

Everyone had a soulmark, a special shape on their body that formed during childhood and was meant to lead each person to their soulmate.

Unfortunately, Derek’s soulmark is shaped like a snowflake, and that fact has been actively ruining his life since he was six years old.

world tilts by  wearing_tearing | 1.5K

The guy is gorgeous as hell, and Stiles kind of wishes he could stare at him forever.

He figures he deserves a treat after almost slipping to his death.

Wait, What? by  wangler | 5.3K

When a significant portion of the Beacon Hills Preserve ends up coated in three entire inches of snow, the pack looks into it. If by looking into it one means packing a bunch of garbage bags and huge Tupperware lids into the back of Stiles’ Jeep to go look for a decent sledding hill. Things go sideways, because of course they do.

A Very Sterek Christmas by  TobyRosetta | 13.5K

It’s actually snowing in Beacon Hills, and it’s got everyone out of whack. Out of the kindness of his own heart, Stiles decides to take some things up to the the old Hale Mansion for old Sourwolf himself. But when the storm kicks up and snows them both in, the night takes an interesting turn.

Blanketed by  got_the_bite | 3.3K

“Stiles, where are you?” Derek demands again. His voice is higher than usual Stiles notes.

“You would be such a nice tenor if you joined a choir,” Stiles thinks aloud.

But In Case I Stand One Little Chance by  mikkimouse | 8.6K

Stiles’s Jeep breaks down in the middle of the snowstorm. He’s rescued by his high school crush, and as the cherry on top, is trapped in a cabin with said crush until the roads clear.

Fuck his life.

Snow Flirting by thepsychicclam | 11,396

As Beacon Hills get pounded with foot after foot of snow, single dad Stiles can't quite keep up with his four year old, his job, and shoveling his driveway. Derek makes his teenage son shovel Stiles' walk, and that just leads to Derek helping Stiles out with a whole bunch of other tasks. That's okay with Derek, though, cause any chance to be with Stiles is okay with him.

Baby, It's Cold Outside by Jebiwonkenobi | 2,791

Beacon Hills has a snow storm. Totally-not-cuddling happens.

Come Fly With Me (Or Don't) by stilinskisparkles | 15,325

Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn't seen since high school but really doesn't mind getting reacquainted with.

Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.

The Man in the Snow by mikkimouse | 15,894

Derek finds a young man injured in a ravine on the border of his ranch. That's strange enough, but the mystery only deepens when the young man wakes up without any memory of what he was doing out there.

Blizzard Boyfriend by literaryoblivion | 1,897

With a record-breaking snowstorm on the horizon, threatening a city shutdown for a few days, Stiles gets the bright idea to put an ad up on craigslist for someone to spend his snow days with that would be filled with cuddling, movies, alcohol, and potential makeouts or more.

It's a joke until someone responds.

and home before dark by verity | 3,175

The mystery of the absent Hale brother was hardly a mystery at all until he appeared at last, set on taking up residence out in the woods.

(In which Derek is a hedgewitch. With a cat.)

Let it snow! Let it snow! (but please let it stop eventually) by relenafanel | 19,123

Stiles grew up with his bedroom window overlooking Derek's bedroom, so when he returns home for the holidays he's surprised to find a stranger in his nerdy neighbour's bedroom.

Only, he's not much of a stranger.

It is Derek Hale, the guy who is going to be his new step brother, if the rumours are true.

Red Against the Snow by Ember | 34,219

Stiles is trapped for the holidays in the cabin of a strange man/hermit named Derek. A strangely friendly wolf befriends Stiles during his stay. It's up to the teenager to find out why Derek has secluded himself from society, what the feelings he's beginning to have means, and what the connection between the mysterious man and the mysterious black wolf is.

an exaltation of larks by llassah | 25,370

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

The flamingo in the yard by Vendelin | 6,107

It isn't fair that Stiles needs to work Christmas, when his dad is on the other side of the country. Or that his really hot, next door neighbour is around for the holidays as well. Or that there's a power outage that makes things even worse. Or better.

(Fake) Winter Weather Brings Us Together by tylerfucklin (zimothy) | 10,535

So naked cuddling with Derek while suffering from hypothermia wasn't really on Stiles' to-do list for the week, but neither was that kiss--so who was Stiles to complain?

It's a Wild Pitch (But He's a Contact Hitter) by jettiebettie | 11,828

They're combating supernatural forces with blunt instruments now. Seems legit. As long as Stiles doesn't end up getting frostbite, he's willing to roll with it. Not that his friends have to worry about that. Fucking werewolves.

Abominable by Revenant | 20,277

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

stilinski v. a. snowman | tumblr ficlet

This fic was inspired by this prompt: ‘we’re stuck in a log cabin overnight during a snowstorm bc of some stupid school team building exercise and it’s freEzing and I can’t sleep and you can hear me shivering in the next bed so you pick me up and dump in your bed and good grief you are hot in every sense of the word’ au