probably not the best idea

panicatthe-bands  asked:

Hiiii! Could you do #78 please??

I’m working on these at a snail’s pace. Anyways I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it. Here’s #78: “That’s my shirt. So is that…wait?”

Stiles was the best.

Of course that was subject to opinion, but to him he was the freaking best. Ten out of ten the best friend, the best son, and especially the best boyfriend. Oh yeah that was also a thing too; he was the boyfriend of Derek Hale. The Adonis-like body, the chiseled cheeks graced with perfectly trimmed stubble, the incredibly smart and closeted jokester/nerd, the Derek Hale.

So when Stiles says he’s the best it’s because he didn’t tell Derek he was coming home from George Washington a few days earlier than planned. Oh yeah, surprise visit, probably the best idea since the whole panties thing they discovered…but that’s a story for another time.

This is how he found himself creeping up the stairs to their apartment after the longest three and a half hour drive from DC to New York ever. Even his constant music and finger drumming couldn’t distract him long enough to keep his mind off the time. It’s late; which is probably for the best since the more tired Derek was the less he used his senses, plus New York was naturally loud so the chance of blowing this too early was slim.

The chance of other forms of blowing were pretty high.

Stiles grabbed his keys, sliding them in the lock of their door as quietly as possible. The grinding of the key sliding through its riveted slot was loud and he almost wanted to scream in frustration but that would definitely give him away. Instead he huffed quietly and shoved the door open, toeing off his shoes on the mat before shuffling through the entrance to the open concept living area.

While there was no sign of Derek, the place was a mess. That was weird because Derek was such a neat freak; however blankets of all kinds were splayed about, the sink was piled with dishes, the stove top was full of crumbs…

The only thought running through Stiles’ mind was ‘what the everloving hell is going on?’.

He set his duffel bag on the couch as well as his computer bag, crossing the way to the small hallway that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. The door was cracked open slightly with soft yellow lighting pouring out. Stiles pushed the door open only to see the softest version of Derek he’s ever seen.

The socks on his feet are mismatched, he’s wearing the sweats with the holes in the legs and the sweater with the thumbholes, his hair all tousled and soft against his forehead. Stiles didn’t take out his phone despite the overwhelming urge to. This was an intimate moment and saving it on a camera felt wrong in a way.

Stiles walked over to the edge of the bed, his hand not even touching Derek before a strong grip wrapped around his wrist a tad too tight. Blue eyes flashed at him before fading quickly to reveal surprised green-ish ones.

“Hey, surpri–whoa!”

Suddenly his world was flipped, his hip smashing painfully with another as he was pulled onto the bed. Strong arms wrapped around him and held him impossibly close, a face nuzzling into his neck and making him laugh. The stubble….well beard now, tickled the hell out of him.

A possessive growl –that went straight to his dick if Stiles was being honest– echoed through the room and against his skin.

“You’re back early,” Derek said after a moment.

Stiles pulled back a little, looking his boyfriend in the eyes, “I wanted to surprise you?”

Derek still looked taken back, his mouth parted with his teeth poking out a little. This warm, bubbly, fuzzy feeling rose in his chest and suddenly he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss that shock right off his boyfriend’s face. The slight chapped feeling of his lips juxtaposed the softness of Derek’s, their noses brushing against each other’s ever so lightly every now and then.

When they pulled back Stiles finally noticed Derek’s pillow.

“That’s my shirt,” he said blankly, sitting up a little to see it better, “so is that…wait? What?”

Derek’s face went up in flames, the tan skin suddenly dark with red flush. Stiles didn’t need the gift of lycanthropy to see the embarrassment roll off the older man in waves. Under and around Derek’s pillow was his old Beacon Hills high school hoodies, a few of his graphic tee shirts, and basically anything and everything Stiles wears often.

It clicked in his head then.


“You missed me,” Stiles deadpanned.

Derek frowned, “Stiles…what? Of course I did.”

“Well duh…I just…you went as far to be with my scent,” Stiles said, motioning to the pillow.

“I always want to be with you and your scent,” Derek said, holding Stiles closer.

A grin spread across his face, “well that’s reassuring. I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

Derek took that as a cue to nuzzle his face back into Stiles’ neck and chest, scenting him immediately. Stiles laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly, letting the wolf take what he needed.

“I’m glad to be home,” Stiles said after a while.

Derek paused, looking up, “…home?”

“Once again duh, you’re my home.”

If Stiles took an extra week off school…well it was worth it if he got to stay with Derek, his home.



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As we worked on our latest book, “How to Talk to Girls at Parties”, adapted from the Neil Gaiman short story, we referred to the story with our editor Diana as “Poetry Girls”. It was a reference to one of the best ideas of the original story, probably the one that motivated us to adapt it – besides the obvious chance to work on a Neil Gaiman story.

I see poetry girls everywhere. I see them in the streets, in movies, inside the pages of books, I hear them in songs and click on them accidentally on the internet.

The picture above is the best poetry girl image by far. My mother and my niece, sitting at my table in a convention in Brazil next to my giant banner – the cover of our poetry girls book. Grandmother and granddaughter, looking at each other, a million stories shared in that look, with two paper crowns to add to the magic.

Cute date idea: We’re watching the X-Files together and order a pizza. You get abducted and I draw a rough sketch of you being abducted. I spend the next 15 years posting the sketch on everything trying to find you. Its close to the end of my life and I’m on my deathbed. You return young and full of youth and whisper your final words to me. Its not delivery ITS DIGIORNO’S.

Submission: here’s something cute: This is Keltie, a katahdin sheep I’m helping to socialize for a contact area at the zoo. She hates children, but lives for treats. So I’m thinking, kibble sacks in the shape of toddlers? Oh wait… probably not the best idea actually 🐑👶😉

Training the sheep to chew on children would certainly be entertaining, but probably not appreciated. xD

breaking binary [707/fem!MC]

NOTES: I might carry this on a lil bit if you guys like it enough, possible smut too. Also I’ll be writing male roles in the future so keep posted!

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You weren’t sure how it’d ended up like this, you and seven.

He was upset about something, that much was obvious. But when you’d asked him you sadly got the expected answer of “Nothing’s wrong, I’m working.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie, he was working, but he didn’t have to be. He chose to work because something happened, because earlier he had delivered a dramatic speech about how he was free from the shackles of labour. Then he switched to a more sullen mood and strode off to his room.

You followed, which you knew probably wasn’t the best idea, but you did it anyway. And now here you both were, laying on his massive bed in complete silence. The occasional sound of his finger pads hitting the screen at rapid pace.

The bed must of felt lonely when he was on his own, but you generally tried not to think of that too much. Knowing that Luciel wasn’t the happiest of souls angered you to no end, because he deserved it. He deserved it so fucking much. Images flashed through your mind, and with every detailed picture of a sad, lonely and work obsessed seven, you felt yourself moving closer to him, shortening the distance of the sheets between you.

He noticed.

- Luciel -

She was getting closer. I could feel the sheets being pulled tighter across, and the body heat around me slowly increasing.

Why is she so persistent. I mentally screamed, I knew she’d do this, she always does.

She always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. She always makes me confident, happy and as proud of myself as I could get, she knows just how to make me smile just as much as she knows how to make me want to press her into the mattress and mark her in every way I know how.

And fuck, I hated it.

I hated that she had power over me, I hated that she was so lovely and beautiful and that she went above and beyond every single one of my unbearably high standards. I hated how much I couldn’t possibly hide all these stupid fucking feelings no matter how hard I tried, especially at times like this.

I felt her small, warm hand reach out to my own, and I flinched. Her fingers entertained with my own, but I kept my hand straight. She didn’t seem to mind, only pressed further into my side.

She was nuzzling into me now, it was slowly getting harder to breathe. Her other hand gently wrapped around my waist and I tensed, feeling every muscle contract with her light touch. She panted on my shoulder slightly and I ignored the goose bumps that formed.

“Seven, I just really want you to know that I’m here and I always will be.” She breathed. I held back the urge to roll my eyes, not this.

“Listen, we’ve been over this an-” I started, still not looking away from my phone.

“Yes, I know, I know how this conversation starts and ends. I know how this will keep on going in a circle until you finally accept that me and you is okay. That me and you together is a good thing. And I am willing to walk around in circles thousands of times to wait for that day.”

don’t say that. please, please don’t say things like this. We can’t do this, we can’t be together, we can’t , we can’t.

She sighed and started again.

“I know that you live in a binary world of ones and zeros, and I know that I’m a two who doesn’t fit with the algorithm. I understand.” She muttered, her voice dropping lower. She was upset.

Damn it saeyoung! Look what you’re doing to her. Why is it that I’m going to end up hurting her either way? Is there something I’ve missed, have I not done something right? I just-

“I know how hard it is for you to compute that there’s a different number in the system, and I know that you think this is best because you’re just going to hurt me. But you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care that you have to work a lot and you won’t have a lot of time for me. I don’t care that you might get angry or shout at me from time to time, because I’ll probably do the same. I don’t care that you have a terrible past because I just want to be a part of your future, so I can try and help to make it as good as I can for you. Because you deserve it, fuck. You deserve it more than anyone I know Luciel. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, whichever form you’re in. Whether it be 707, Seven, Luciel or even Saeyoung. I don’t fucking care, I want them all. I just want you.”

I was crying.

My phone screen was now just a blurry glow of light and my glasses were of no use. My temples were wet and I had increased my breathing.

I couldn’t think straight. All I could think was her. It was always her.

There was not one other person that could do this, not one other person I would rather have clutched to my side. It was just her who I wanted to wake up to, who I wanted to spoil and take on days out and visit cat shelters. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair whilst she was sat on my lap watching tv. I wanted to do everything we did already, but I wanted to make it more personal. I wanted to be her person, the one who could make her feel just like she was making me. She was making me feel loved.

“I don’t care that I’m a two seven, because to me all that matters is when I’m with you, I feel like a one.”

I felt my t-shirt wet with her own tears. I heard her little sniffles and puffs of breath, I felt her hair fanned out around us, I felt her heartbeat and I felt her love.

I felt my fingers flex around her own.

She was warm,

and I didn’t ever want to be cold again.

If I have time tomorrow after school and work…. I want to draw valentine’s smooches. Fatesonas and their kiddos probably, since those are cute…. who’s willing to throw their sona at me to get valentines smooches (by ronya/vivi, enn, kallem, miyu etc…)? What kinda kisses? If I have the time, I’ll do as many as I can~


Sungsook : I feel like no one loves me.
Jayoung : Hey. Your husband liked you more than me. He wasn’t like that at first, but he always compared me to you, saying it was better when he lived with you and that you were better. I wanted to tear his mouth out. […] When we got divorced, I almost grabbed a knife… because he said he regretted divorcing you.

I’m making an Expanded Dialogue for Shane Mod

Since he has something like, 20 lines less than your average marriage candidate, and if I have to see “I’m growing attached to Marnie’s chickens” or “Of course I’m heading to the Saloon tonight, what else is there to do?” again, I’m literally gonna punch myself in the face.

I’ve already opened up the dialogue file in Notepad++ and found a “how to code dialogue in SV” page, and plan to put in:

1. Seasonal dialogue (”I’m glad it’s Spring. The chickens can finally go outside again without turning into frozen nuggets on us./Buh, it’s so cold. Probably wasn’t my best idea to throw on shorts today.” 

2. Slight dialogue tweaks (Any “shane-isms” are kept intact, ie “gotta keep the old bag empty for the festival tomorrow” but I’m definitely changing, “Sorry if I came across as rude” to “Sorry that I was rude.”

3. More heart-level-triggered dialogue (Want him to acknowledge that you’re dating and not have the same line about chickens every damned day? Me too, fam.)

4. I would like to have specific day dialogue that can only be triggered by a certain heart-level, but I don’t know how to do that yet. Any tips on how to code that would be great.

If any of you have any tips on coding or have suggestions on what to have him say, feel free to send them to me!