1.Incredible deep and detailed narrative themes. The parallels that seem to hit just right, the narrative foils that they can be to each other, the intricate dynamic that's both extremely complex and easily understood. The juxtaposition between something that's harsh and undoubtedly toxic, with the softer undertones, the parts where you read in-between the lines and find a mutual feeling of loneliness from both parts, their intrinsic understanding of each other comes from the mere fact that they're each others mirrored reflections and shadows. In the end both sides will be together forever, and you as an audience can clearly see their tragedy laid out before in a path that blurs pure anguish and tender romance
derek hale, who’s foaming at the mouth to put a bite mark on stiles’ neck
derek hale, who’s chomping at the the bit to cover stiles in his own scent
derek hale, who’s nearly feral at the thought of it not being completely obvious that stiles is his mate
derek hale, who’s using every muscle in his body to hold himself back from overwhelming stiles with the knowledge that he is devoted to him, that there is no one else, that there couldn’t be. that even if stiles does not choose derek, derek will only ever be choosing stiles.
derek hale, who’s ready to worship his other half and do everything in his power to make sure stiles is comfortable, safe, warm, loved and provided for
and, i am enthralled with stiles stilinski.
stiles, who wonders if derek is really even all that into him
stiles, who wants to text derek, to call him, to run into him somewhere in town, but holds back because he doesn’t want to seem too desperate
stiles, who thinks derek could have anybody he wanted, so why on earth would he want stiles?
stiles, who doesn’t think he deserves to have someone love him as thoroughly as derek would
stiles, who wonders if he’s feeling too much too quickly about this because he’s never felt this way about anybody
stiles, who feels insecure and dismissive of derek’s attention because it probably doesn’t mean anything, and he’s probably making something out of nothing
stiles, who after their first meeting immediately wants nothing more than to follow derek around forever
and
derek, who after their first meeting knows immediately that this pale boy is his mate, his forever. he knows at once that he would die for this boy, would kill for this boy, would do absolutely anything for this boy.
…and then there’s stiles, who wonders if it’s too soon to text him back? does derek really even like him that much? is he being too clingy?
Yeah... as someone who thrives off of the community @tumblr provides (provided), this new update is terrible.
Am I never gonna see when people enjoy my art? Or writing? Am I never gonna wake up after posting a fic to see the most genuine reblogs? Tumblr, a site meant for creatives, has made it an actively discouraging place for them to interact. How dissappointing.
I wont hold my breath for them to undo this rollout, theyre a company that thinks they're above their own user base, but I will have to start considering what to do next soon.
Tumblr built its foundation off people finding community, a shame to see 'em now turn around and spit in our faces.
first of all, a special thank you to the anon who requested the legitimate sophie prompt bc it is delicious
but you madam! you and your brain! i truly hope that this little creative worm keeps eating at it and we continue to be fed
Thank you so much!
The train keeps going. Here's a fourth part.
1, 2, 3,
Violet beams as Sophie is led into the drawing room and stands to greet her. The drawing room is filled with people. All the family from the other day at tea with the addition of four very small children and the Duke of Hastings, as well as Lady Danbury.
“Sophie,” Violet greets her warmly. “Thank you so much for joining us.”
“Forgive me for being a little late,” Sophie says, smiling sheepishly. “There was a…mishap while leaving the house tonight.”
“Are you alright?” Violet asks, a little concerned. She looks her over, and her eyes fall on her chest. “Oh my- what happened?”
Sophie flushes and touches the spot that hit the newel post with her fingers. It’s warm, and aching, and probably bruising. “I…I tripped down the stairs tonight. It was very clumsy of me. I hit the newel post.”
“Poor dear,” Violet says sympathetically. She turns quickly to Mrs. Wilson. “Mrs. Wilson, can you please get Miss Gun a little Milk of Roses and aloe vera for her bruise?”
Mrs. Wilson nods and steps out quickly.
“What have I missed?” Sophie asks Violet, looking at the crowd of people, all gathered around, sitting casually in seats and on the floor. She spots Benedict lying on the floor with a little curly-haired baby crawling on him, and laughs softly.
Violet smiles. “Benedict tried to sketch little Neddy and he decided to climb on his uncle instead.”
“How sweet,” Sophie beams as she watches.
Benedict laughs as the baby whacks him in the face. “Ooh. Brother! Your son is on the attack!”
Anthony laughs too and sits next to his brother on the floor, taking the baby. “Come on, Neddy. Time to let uncle off the floor. He has company.”
“Do I?” Benedict asks, looking curious.
Anthony nods to the door, and Benedict sits up and lights up, hopping to his feet to greet Sophie, smiling broadly.
He stops short upon taking in her appearance. “Oh. Sophie…”
“She tripped down the stairs,” Violet says. “I have asked Mrs. Wilson to get something for her.”
Sophie smiles at him gently. “It is nothing.”
He sees right through her, and she knows it. He reaches out, taking her hands, holding them gently. “I am very glad you’re here, Sophie.”
She sighs softly, gazing up into his face. “As am I.”
Violet steps in to break them up a little, taking Sophie’s arm. “Come, dear, let us see to that bruise.”
Sophie nods and hesitantly lets go of Benedict’s hands as she lets his mother lead her to an empty couch.
“Are you well, brother?” Daphne asks, stepping up to him.
Benedict looks at her sadly. “I…I believe Sophie’s stepmother may have injured her.”
“How dreadful,” Daphne gasps. “The woman was most disagreeable when I called on them.”
Benedict nods. “She hates Sophie. I fear my attention has made that worse.”
Daphne wraps her hands around his arm. “Brother…”
He sighs. “I do not wish to rush her into marrying, but I worry she cannot stay in that house much longer.”
“We will keep close watch on things,” Daphne promises him.
*****
Dinner is a wild event of chatter and food, and Sophie enjoys it immensely. No one asks about her bruise, thankfully, though Benedict sits next to her, holding her hand under the table quite a lot through the meal, and the Viscount eyes her, a little concerned a few times.
She’s surprised at how casual the family is with each other. It feels so warm and…fun. Even the Duke is in great spirits, laughing and joking with his wife’s siblings.
“Sophie!” The Duke calls. “Tell us, how did you come to be attached to our most wild-spirited brother?”
Sophie laughs softly. “We met at Lady Bridgerton’s masquerade,” she explains. “He was quite charming.”
“And a little drunk that night, I believe,” Eloise teases.
“There is nothing wrong with a little pre-party…party,” Benedict argues playfully, eliciting laughs.
“We had a very good time,” Sophie reiterates. “But I…I fear I hid myself away afterwards to avoid some family conflict, and Benedict stumbled upon me largely by accident.”
“It was a very lucky accident,” Benedict grins at her.
“Lucky indeed,” Violet beams.
“Sophie has agreed to come to my recital!” Hyacinth crows.
Benedict smiles at her happily. “Have you? Another good reason for my attendance then.”
“Oh, brother you have to come,” Hyacinth tells him. “You and Anthony both promised me a dance!”
“And we will both be there,” Anthony promises with a grin. “With bells on.”
Hyacinth smiles happily. “It will be a marvelous time.”
“Sister is most eager to make her debut into society,” Colin comments. “She has collected a thousand feathers for the day she gets to walk the line to the Queen.”
Sophie smiles gently at Hyacinth. “I think you shall make quite the splash when you come out, Hyacinth. I have no doubt your patience will be rewarded.”
Benedict squeezes her hand.
*****
After dinner she loses sight of him in the crowd of people, until Hazel touches her arm and nods for her to follow her.
They slip out of the house and to the conservatory, lit up in the night, and when she steps inside, with Hatch and Hazel standing outside, she finds Benedict waiting for her.
“What is all this?” she asks softly, smiling at him.
He shrugs and smiles back, wandering closer to her. “A world, all our own. For just a few moments.” His smile wavers. “I…I wanted to check in.”
Sophie takes a breath and closes her eyes briefly. “I am well. I have had such a good time tonight with your family.”
“They are good fun,” Benedict agrees. “Did your stepmother-”
“Please, we do not have to-”
“I only-”
“Benedict-”
“I worry for you, Sophie,” he tells her softly, pulling her closer.
“I am well,” she promises. “Truly, Benedict. I can handle Araminta, and…and maybe…maybe someday soon, I will not have to.”
He gazes at her softly. “That is the eventual plan, yes,” he promises. “But I…I want it to be what you need, when you need it. What you want, when you want it.”
Sophie smiles and reaches up, cupping his jaw in both hands, stroking his cheek. “You are sweet.”
Benedict lets his eyes drift shut, nuzzling into her touch, and they find themselves growing closer together yet again, and with no one to stop them, their lips crash into each other. Her arms wrap around his neck, and he holds her tightly as he kisses her deeply, his lips drift down her neck, before nuzzling tenderly against the bruise on her chest.
She gasps softly, her hand threading into his hair. “Benedict…”
“I have thought of little else than kissing you again,” he admits softly against her skin, before pulling back to look at her. “You, Miss Gun, have been haunting me.”
“Forgive me,” she mutters, her eyes still closed. “I do not mean to.”
Benedict sighs as he gazes at her. “We should get back…as much as I wish to stay here with you.”
“I wish to stay,” Sophie whispers, pulling him in for another kiss.
He moans softly. “Sophie…” he smiles against her lips.
She flushes and purses her lips, pulling back. “You…have possibly swept me away. A little.”
“A little?” Benedict asks, looking pleased. “I will take a little, considering you do not seem easily swept away.”
Sophie gives him a sheepish look. “That is true. I have been accused of being terribly practical.”
“Which is something I, myself, have never been accused of,” he tells her with a grin. “My brother the Viscount thinks my head is always in the clouds.”
“And is it?” Sophie asks as they step out of the conservatory together. Hatch and Hazel start following them back.
“Often,” Benedict admits. “I find that distraction is useful when things are heavy. When my father died, I often found myself escaping into my art when I could. When I had time. There wasn’t very much time.”
“I imagine not,” Sophie says, squeezing his arm gently.
He smiles at her sheepishly. “I imagine things were difficult when…when your mother passed.”
She takes a deep breath. “I was very small. Three? Maybe four? But I remember some of it. I remember feeling as if…as if the world had ended.”
Benedict nods. “It felt the same at seventeen.”
“There you are,” Violet says as she sees them step back into the house.
“We went for a short walk for some air,” Benedict tells her.
Violet nods, looking them over. “And…you…had a good conversation?”
“We did,” Sophie smiles gently. “I care very much for your son, Lady Bridgerton.”
Violet beams at her. “That is very good to hear. I’m very happy that you will be joining us for Hyacinth’s recital. She thinks the world of you.”
Sophie beams. “She is so very sweet.”
“My lady,” Hazel says quietly. “We should be going home.”
Benedict grips her hand automatically, looking at her worriedly. “Will you be alright?”
Sophie nods. “I will. I promise.”
Violet frowns at them. “Is something the matter?”
Benedict opens his mouth to tell her, but stops and looks at Sophie, his brows knitted together.
“If you do not tell me now, you will tell me after Miss Gun leaves,” Violet orders. “So you may as well tell me now.”
Sophie swallows and looks at Benedict before looking at Violet. “I…I had help stumbling down the stairs.”
Violet stares at her quietly. “Your stepmother.”
“She pushed me, and I…I hit the newel post,” Sophie admits quietly.
Violet stares at her for a long, quiet moment. She takes a breath and then turns to Hazel. “Miss Gun is feeling quite unwell, and is in no condition to travel home tonight. Please let her father know that she will be spending the night in our guestroom, and he is welcome to come and get her in the morning.”
Sophie panics. “Lady Bridgerton-”
“I cannot in good conscience send you home after what Araminta has done,” Violet says firmly. “I am quite certain Eloise has something that you can borrow to wear tomorrow morning. I will have Mrs. Wilson will show you to your room, and our footman can help Hazel into the Penwood carriage.”
Sophie looks up at Benedict, helplessly.
He shrugs, equally helpless. “Mother has spoken.”
*****
“You’re going back to your bachelor lodgings,” Anthony orders.
“But-”
“Benedict,” Anthony stops him gently. “If she is staying here, you cannot. You risk her reputation, and your family’s by staying the night. I know you want to comfort her after what happened today, but she is perfectly safe here with us.”
Benedict opens his mouth to argue again and he’s stopped again.
“I know you, brother,” Anthony tells him. “You will not be able to keep away from her, which I understand entirely, but it is improper.”
Benedict sighs heavily. “I will…away back to my lodgings.”
Anthony nods approvingly and pats his shoulder before walking off, and Benedict sighs heavily.
*****
She is afforded a few moments to say goodbye to Benedict, before following Mrs. Wilson and Lady Bridgerton up to the guestroom.
Mirs. Wilson steps out, while Violet stays behind.
“I hope you will be comfortable.”
Sophie nods. “I am certain I will be.”
Violet takes a breath as she watches her. “I also hope you know that I did not keep you here to make things difficult for you.”
“Inevitably, it will,” Sophie tells her honestly. “I am grateful for your concern, Lady Bridgerton. But this is not exactly new behavior on my stepmother’s part. She has always been adversarial and caused issue. I take the brunt to protect my sisters.”
“If you are to marry into this family, you are going to have to become used to this family standing in the way of people who would hurt those we care about,” Violet tells her. “Benedict loves you. Whether he has admitted it to you or not, I have never seen my son so devoted to anyone outside of our family before.”
“He has not proposed,” Sophie assures her.
“But he will,” Violet tells her. “He wants to. And I give you both my blessing. I would be very proud indeed to add you to the fold, Sophie.”
She stares at the older woman for a long, quiet moment before bursting into tears.
“Oh! Sophie!” Violet wraps her arms around the girl, holding her tightly.
“She pushed me down the stairs,” Sophie sobs against her.
Violet nods, rocking her gently as she cries. “It will be alright. I promise it will be alright.”
I have a whole ass wasp in my apartment and I’m freaking the fuck out! I grab everything I could, my purse, my keys and my cat. The adrenaline was too real.
New intern/volunteer at the wolf sanctuary Stiles jumping into the pack of wild wolves because he heard the handler Erica say domesticated and not ‘not yet domesticated’.
Full shift Derek and owner of the sanctuary loosing his ever loving mind when he looks out his office window and sees a random 20 something year old hop into the wild wolf enclosure like a frog into the frying pan. He’s shifting and barreling through the door and over the fence letting out the loudest, most protective and furious roar any of the wolves have ever heard.
The actual wolves bowing their heads and backing away from the grinning and oblivious human. All they see is god level tier alpha protecting his mate and they all submit themselves to the two.
Stiles has no idea the danger he was in and Derek is still pumping with adrenaline when the human drops down next to him and hugs him around the neck. “Who’s a good boy! Look at the big beautiful man!” Stiles coos happily as Derek realizes the predicament he just put himself in. Because now Stiles assumes there is always a black wolf the size of a car in the enclosure and he can’t shift in front of a human.
Stiles starts brushing him and petting him and kissing his “little forehead” and Derek is too stunned and confused to do anything but sit and take it. And Erica is on the other side of the fence wailing in laughter, holding her stomach.
From then on Derek is shifted and waits for Stiles every night as this college aged freak never fucking sleeps and pops over at the weirdest times. The wild wolves eventually become so desensitized from Stiles smell they actually start treating him like the alphas mate and it’s not long before he’s leading them around like little ducklings even when Derek isn’t right next to him.
And of course Derek starts falling for the buffoon. The idiot human with pretty doe eyes who smells like cinnamon and magic and wears his heart on his sleeve. The only problem any of them have is that Stiles insists on meeting the owner of the sanctuary and Derek Hale can’t be so busy he’s gone every single time he’s here… Stiles tries sneaking into the man’s office and snooping around and the big black wolf he calls Fenrir follows after him huffing and growling in discontent when the human starts going through his things.
The amount of fucking fics I need to write now because of these random snippets is so freaking high but I need y’all to listen. This is the most important one, okay?
I need you all to imagine, just imagine… Like I know Derek and his wolf is assumed to be one and the same. Like he’s born wolf so there’s no actual disconnect but I need you to open your mind to the possibility that they don’t share the same conscience.
Instead of Derek’s wolf being a natural part of Derek I need Derek’s wolf to be more of a symbiotie. I need Venom-esque Wolf inside Derek.
I need a sassy, grumpy alpha wolf being the loud and grating voice inside human Derek who is 1000% obsessed with Stiles. I need Derek to struggle to keep this annoying as fuck, blunt and uncaring creature stuffed away. The poor man struggling every time Stiles shows up and his wolf whining pathetically trying to get to him. To please him, to protect him, to take him as his mate.
And Derek is attracted to Stiles okay. He is but he’s also aware Stiles is younger and human and he actually really likes Noah—especially since he works as his deputy now— There’s a laundry list of reasons why dating Stiles is a bad idea but his wolf couldn’t give a flying fuck. He’s constantly complaining to Derek in his head. Fighting for control because “Stupid human! He’s mate. He smells like mate. He looks like mate. Must house and feed and play with mate! Look, he’s sad! Lick him!” And Derek has to physically restrain himself from running over to Stiles and running his tongue over him.
Venom-Wolf Derek picking the most inopportune moments to show up. One minute Derek is chastising Stiles for going out at night alone and the next Wolf Derek is nuzzling into his neck and nipping his ear.
Stiles being the gremlin he is and knowing Wolf Derek is in love with him. 100% pushing human Derek to the limit because he knows wolf Derek will literally praise him for murder.
Wolf Derek making human Derek do the most unhinged things for humans but normal things for wolves. Leaving an entire elk on Stiles doorstep. Making dens out of pillows and blankets and clothing. Roaring at a poor lady who grabbed Stiles arm to ask for directions. Randomly licking Stiles when they’re standing in front of the police squad because he suddenly needs to mark his mate. And “Yes he is mate! Stop telling everyone he isn’t ours!” And Derek appearing to be having arguments with himself every now and again.
Other officers watching in confusion when he suddenly snaps a little too loudly “We are not peeing on his backpack you fucking parasite!”
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