#sophie's writing posts

[aardvaark]

i love that sophie spends so much of early leverage trying to act kind of impressive or cool or mysterious or powerful, even to the team - BUT the leverage team all know she’s a dork. they’ve known since day one when they first saw her, giving her very awful theater performance, and they really, really don’t care. they love their weird dramatic theater geek grifter friend. she tries to be all cool & mysterious and they’re just like "that’s great soph, but we’ll be hanging out at nate’s apartment the HQ watching a movie when ur done with that".

[werewolfsmile]

Yeehaw, have another product my hyperfixation!!

[watch it on youtube]

This was so much fun to make despite being a bit tedious at times. I hope you all get some enjoyment out of it like I did!

[that1notetaker]

Chapter 3 title of Silver & Blue is SAGE ADVICE: MEETING PEOPLE ALONE IN THE WOODS IS AWESOME. A co-written story (@imdeadtiredtm Hi :3) in which Hiccup thinks he's getting stalked and Jack Frost thinks this random civilian really shouldnt be walking around in the middle of nowhere at 3am. Aka; Friendship is magic, Mrs Bennett considers witchcraft as a part-time job, and Lakes are weird.

[chilfucked]

Changelings

Tall-man!Chilchuck Tims/Half Foot!Reader

Description:

After nearly getting yourself killed, you and Chilchuck end up arguing away from the others. When he feels like you're not listening, he decides to make you listen.

Word Count: 2,316

Read it here!

[myfairkatiecat]

The misunderstanding of how Sophie "didn't realize her feelings for Keefe" in this fandom is wild tbh.

It's not that she had no choice in what she was feeling. It's that she had a crush on Fitz basically from the beginning--one based mostly on looks at first--that slowly developed into more as their relationship became closer. But Sophie had already acknowledged that she had a crush on him from basically the day they met.

That wasn't her first thought when she met Keefe. She noticed he was attractive, sure, but she was used to the suspicious way everyone looked like the epitome of human beauty standards by now. So she didn't view all of her interactions with Keefe through the same lens through which she viewed her interactions with Fitz.

She developed very close relationships with both boys, even just as friends. It's clear from Sophie's actions and behavior around Keefe that she cares about him, is comfortable with him, and their relationship truly is stronger than a lot of her other friendships. Even just as a friendship.

She also devloped a very close friendship with Fitz. It's clear that they trust each other a lot, especially in the earlier books, and their cognate bond only strengthened that. There was clearly something special about their friendship as well. But Sophie saw all of the moments through the lens of her crush.

Love is a choice, but feelings can creep up on you. They really can. If they couldn't, maybe I'd be able to stop having a stupid crush on one of my gay best friends, cause that's seriously going nowhere. Sophie developed feelings for Keefe slowly, while she also had feelings for Fitz. That's part of what was so complicated.

So in Lodestar, when Keefe grabs her hand and feels her "heart emotions," it's not that he's feeling her real emotions, and her head is all filled with Fitz but all of that is just superficial emotions. What's really happening is that he's feeling from her the emotions she has yet to name. When Sophie enhances him, Keefe doesn't need Sophie to acknowledge to herself what the feelings are in order for him to know them.

Are you guys all seriously telling me you've never had a crush on someone that you told yourself wasn't a crush very convincingly for a long time, only to eventually realize that it was definitely a crush for a lot of that tme? Because... that's a normal thing that happens sometimes.

It's not that Fitz was in her head and Keefe was in her heart. Both of them were probably in her heart, because she'd developed close relationships with both of them and began to have romantic feelings for them both. But she hadn't thought about her feelings for Keefe, whereas she spent a lot of time thinking about her feelings for Fitz. That's why Keefe could only tell her feelings for him when he could feel her heart emotions.

She also just... began to lose some of her feelings for Fitz around Legacy, and her feelings for Keefe definitely grew. It doesn't mean her feelings for Fitz were never real, but I can't say I'm surprised that a fifteen-year-old girl ended up changing her mind about what she wanted.

Anyway, I'm not saying it's a plot line you have to like, but I think a lot of people, including a lot of sokeefe shippers, think that the idea was "Fitz was in Sophie's head (she THOUGHT she liked him) but Keefe was in her heart (she ACTUALLY liked him and didn't even realize it!)" and that's just. Not even what happened. That's not the point of the whole head/heart emotions thing at all.

[rikebe]

obsessed with your transfem julian drawings... i think her name would be helen bc it sounds like hellion

thats such a cute idea for a name!!!!!!!! the one i'm using for her is grace bc it's emma frost's middle name and i'm a reasonable amount of obsessed w their mentor-mentee/mother-child/tragedy of dropped plotline relationship and i love the idea of her naming herself after emma. but like somewhat indirectly so people can't tell right away

the cuckoos do notice and bully her bc they're haters

[imgondeletedis]

~𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.~ || 𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒-𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. || 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚝. 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton X fem!reader

a/n: that's a snack before the meal hehehe, this prologue is from the reader's pov,, the next chapters will all be from third person's pov haha,, also pleaseeeee benophie fans don't hate me, I'm not gonna hurt ur girl sophie dww hehehe. this is obviously inspired by the first verse of the song. I hope this mini-series lives up to y'all's expectations ahaha

Word count: 358 (it is js the beginning trust me)

Warnings: umm I don't really think there's anything to warn the reader is slightly insane (ig?) that's all but like aren't we all lmfaoa

The mini-series' masterlist

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𝟎𝟎-𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞:

“ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞.”

asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum asylum.

That's probably where I should be right now. Instead I am here, in the Canary Islands, in Spain.

so far away from London, from home, from him. The gossip flowing around is true. He's the torment, bless, curse, and love of my life. He's none other than the artistic

Benedict Bridgerton.

It's the year 1819.

Benedict Bridgerton got married 2 years ago. From what I've heard, he married that beautiful woman called Sophie, 2 years ago, he had a son last year, another this year, Which is funny.

Benedict and I always used to talk about how we'd both love and would be great parents to a girl. Together.

Now he's all married off, to another woman, and has 2 boys, funny isn't it?

Life may lack a lot of things, one thing it surely can and would never lack is the element of surprise, the dynamatic plot-twists,and turns.

4 years ago , I would've sworn to you that he was the one for me, honestly I still do think so, no matter how insane that sounds, I mean I know I can't say the same thing about me to him, because apparently he's content with his current life, but I am not with mine.

I can't exactly say I am happy for him but I do hope he's okay. Even if he's the literal reason for why I turned out in such a way.

You see you can't live without having a story to tell, an explanation to explain, so let me tell you ours, mine. And you be the judge of that…

taglist🏷️💓🫶:

@skyrigel @avngrssckr @preetrambles @ephemeral-oasis @basekpagalsiladki @ihateitheretaylor @littlebitb

another a/n hehehe: did you notice that i made her residing in the canary islands which was THE FLORIDA of their time??? (according to my research ofc) this is just a reminder that NOTHING IS A COINCIDENCE WITH ME. and ive learnt it from the best (catlady taytay)🤭🤭

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Round VIII of Excerpts from The One True School Master of Vault 41

I'm only dropping a few short snippets from the draft (currently at around 178 pages—I haven't been doing much with it lately since the last update) because they connect in a very incorrect, misleading way, which I find funny, even if I already know the context with the redacted parts. Sorry (or not sorry)! Things aren't what they appear to be, and that's all I can say for now.

⸻

[When I re-read this part, it occurred to me that I had possibly written an unintentional but legitimate burn.]

[...]

Rafal stared at her in the mask. “What are you wearing that for?”

“I-I felt strange, looking in the mirror. And well, the mask makes me feel less like you…”

[...]

⸻

Rafal had made up his mind. He would execute his plan, no matter the consequences.

[...]

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[...] Sophie really was timely. Or perhaps, she was watching him [...] The thought almost made him laugh.

[...]

"Death to the School Master!" He raised a fist, and led them to class.

"DEATH TO THE SCHOOL MASTER!" They chanted in unison.

All according to plan.

[sophiebaek]

There's an Art to Life's Distractions

When Violet met Sophie Baek at Gibbons Conservation + Restoration, she thought that Sophie would be perfect for her second eldest son. Anyone would be lucky with a girl like her. Anyone, as in her son Benedict. "Benedict and Sophie" did have a nice ring to it now that Violet thinks of it. OR Violet really wants her son to meet the pretty art conservator

Read Chapter 1: The First Stroke here

Benophie Week Day 1: Sophie

[gothsoyl]

Damn, I want Sophie Thatcher in almost illegal ways, because seriously I would do anything and everything for her😵‍💫

Like...ditch this guy and come be with me. I'd like to have a relaxing afternoon with her where we eat snacks, listen to old music on the record player, drink wine and smoke a good joint or a cigarette, I want even more to end this afternoon with lazy and sloppy sex on the couch.

But seriously, I could sit with her while we eat bruschetta, cheeses and other snacks that we prepared together while we gossiped, exchanged little kisses and soft caresses

Can you make a short fic and maybe a bot about it?

"as wine" 18+ sophie thatcher x reader note: omg i feel you anon i hope you'll like it character.ai and janitor.ai

“We've been watching this movie for the fifth time,” Sophie rolls her eyes theatrically and reaches for a glass of wine, taking a big sip, “have you ever heard of variety?”

“Have you ever heard what a classic is?” you nudge her lightly in the side and immediately turn away, breaking into a smile. You were carefully arranging fruits and cheeses on a plate to make a “chill evening”, as your girlfriend wanted. 

“The classics are Marvin's room, not Mean girls,” she remarks and leans against the kitchen counter, immediately adding, to avoid a new argument, “mean girls is a slightly different classic. We have a different energy of the evening, baby.”

“That's right, I forgot that you are a great film critic,” you nod and involuntarily your eyes slide down her body from top to bottom, stopping at how her chest barely noticeable heaves when inhaling. 

“My eyes are higher,” she reminds you with a grin, bringing you out of your trance and coming closer, wrapping her arm around your waist from behind, “and by the way, I don't need to be a film critic to look at Meryl Streep.”

You laugh softly and shake your head, but still lean closer to her, feeling her whole body pressing against you. She rubs her hips lightly against you and leaves a wet kiss on your neck, making you blush slightly. 

“We're having a movie night, Sophie,” you raise an eyebrow and look over your shoulder at her, then take a piece of cheese and put it in her mouth. Her lips close around your fingers for a second and she smiles slyly.

“One thing doesn't interfere with the other,” she shrugs and picks up glasses with a bottle of wine, slowly heading towards the living room. You don't move for a while – just quietly watch her before picking up a plate of snacks and following her. 

When was the last time you even had time for something so simple and peaceful? She's always at work, always on the road, which only makes you bite your lip in discontent. What else can you do?

You put the plate on the coffee table and feel how Sophie suddenly pulls you by the waist onto the sofa. Your lips part in a smile and you laugh softly, falling down next to her, and she immediately sprinkles gentle kisses on your neck. 

“I missed you,” she whispers softly, her hand sliding over your skin, lifting your T-shirt up in a desperate desire to feel the heat of your body. 

You don't resist and just get comfortable on the couch, your hands on her shoulders and you hold her closer to you. She grunts approvingly and covers your body with her own, her lips are insistent, and your breathing is erratic.

“I missed you too,” you finally find your voice and put your hand on her neck, pulling her to you and kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue intertwine with yours.

You suddenly realize how stuffy you are here, and your cheeks are flushed from the way her body rubs against yours. She lifts your T-shirt and then pulls away from the kiss, only to take your nipple between her lips. You shudder at the feeling, and your skin gets goosebumps from the tickling sensation.

“I like it when you walk around the house without a bra,” she laughs softly and her breath touches your hard nipple, her free hand playing with another one.

“Anything for you,” you chuckle in response and run your fingers through her blonde hair, guiding her back to your chest. 

She doesn’t resist and opens her mouth slightly, sucking on a hardened nipple and forcing you to arch your back towards her. Your head rests against the armrest of the sofa and you hear the springs creak noticeably under you, but all this instantly becomes unimportant when Sophie pulls down your pants and her fingers slide to your most intimate part.

“Fuck,” you growl through your teeth when she starts rubbing your clit in circular movements. You push your hips towards her, and her motions get faster. 

Just a little more... a couple of seconds and…

She suddenly pulls away when she notices that your body is starting to tense up, and your thighs are slightly shaking with excitement, which is about to cover you fully. You whine in protest, and look at her, noticing the sly smile on her face.

“Sophie!”

“Hush ... don't interfere,” she kisses you briefly on the lips and slowly presses her finger to your entrance, your walls obediently close around her, letting her inside and a moan breaks from your lips.

She moves slowly, teasing you and not letting you cum. Her free hand travels through your body, stroking your soft belly and slightly pressing on it, making you whimper with pleasure and impatience.

Finally, you feel how she lifts your hips a little and puts a pillow under you to make it more comfortable. Another finger enters and she buries her face between your legs, her tongue works with your clit in quick movements. 

And at that moment, you can no longer restrain the moans that hit the walls of an empty apartment. You shift under her, pushing your hips to meet her, wanting to feel her even deeper, and your fingers close on her hair. 

You literally squeeze her into you when that same pleasure rolls through your body, making your whole body tremble. You arch in your back, heavy sighs fill the space and your body burns as Sophie slowly takes her fingers out of you and pulls away. 

“And you just wanted to watch a movie,” she giggles and licks her fingers, feeling the tart salty taste that is left from you.

“Shut up,” you're literally suffocating, and your body is still aching with excitement, but you still lift yourself up on your elbows to her. You pull her by the neck and kiss her, feeling her smile on your lips, “I think the Mean girls can wait another 20 minutes...”

[sophiethewitch1]

Hey! I just wanted to say that I love the WWW series so much that I've literally read it like 4 times over. SO! I have several questions + observations about it that have been bugging me a little, if you don’t mind answering + talking about them.

Everyone’s ages are something that I've been curious about. I know that it’s stated that Damian and the Reader-insert are 3 years apart in age, 19 and 21 respectively. I’m assuming that they’re more like 2 1/2 years apart based on the ages we’ve been given.

Do they follow canon ages? For example, is Tim still around 7 years older than Damian???

Because i’m picturing the lineup looking something like this:

Bruce: 47

Dick: 33

Jason: 28

Tim: 26

Reader-insert: 21

Damian: 19

I was just curious because picturing everyone’s relative age is something that is really important to me when regarding the dynamics between characters.

Another thing that I noticed was how in the Reader-insert’s  original reality/world, her entire family died on the same day that Jason did. (“Your lives had both technically ended the same day, in the same grand calamity.”). Does that remain the same in this new world?

Because that would mean that the Reader-insert’s  counterpart would have known Jason at some point, which I think is SUPER interesting. Lots of implications.

That’s supported by something that Tim says in his 1st pov: “Your family had died, Bruce’s new wife had died, and all the siblings he never really got the opportunity to meet, gone in a brilliant flash.”

THAT has a few implications that I think are really interesting. It supports the idea that her family did die on the same day in this reality, and that she would have known and been living with Jason at the time (Well, before his death.)

Tim would have most likely only seen them at galas or something similar by that time…leading to his statement about how he “never really got the opportunity to meet” them.

This would mean that Jason knew her counterpart when the Reader-insert met him for the first time. 

Now, going off of all of those assumptions, I can only begin to guess what her and Dicks relationship was like before her family's death. I picture it like this:

Dick had only left the manor around 3 years TOPS before Bruce had remarried, bringing a whole nother family into the fold. Now, we don’t know too much about Dick in this story yet, (I'm SO excited to see more of him in the next chapter BTW) but I can assume that this would feel pretty upsetting. Leaving your home, and your adoptive? father only for him to marry into a whole new family not long after?

I’d be pretty bitter if it was me in his situation. I wouldn’t really want to have any kind of relationship with the new children he had taken in. MEANING that Dick and the counterpart didn’t have too much of a relationship before her family's death.

And between their death and Jason’s, Dick would probably consider the counterpart as some kind of chance to actually build a relationship with his siblings in the light of what he lost. Obviously, the counterpart didn’t appreciate the attempt.

Uhhh there’s probably a lot more that I'm forgetting to mention, but I think the way you write is super compelling, and the Reader-Insert has been the only one that I’ve ever read that I can relate to so well!

So TYSM for writing, it literally makes my day!! 🩷🩷🩷🫂🫂🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

(And I’m really bad at conveying my tone in text, so if I seem overly critical or anything then I’m really sorry!!! I don’t mean it like that!!!)

Sorry this took so long to answer I have been in sickly victorian woman mode. I'll answer these questions to the best that I can, but also I don't have everything planned and even if I did I regularly forget shit if I don't write it down <3 <3

First of all the ages- I aged both the younger Waynes up and the older ones down a bit, because I'm personally not into the super huge age gaps but also. Imagine them however you want, even if they come up later in continuity still just insert your personal preferences if you want. Like it really doesn't matter lmao they're relationship has bigger issues than the age gaps. Anyway here are how I had them written down but I might change my mind I am a fluid being

Reader: 21, Damian: 19, Tim: 22, Jason: 25, Dick: 29, Bruce: 45, Alfred: 67, Molly: Also 21, Cass: 25, Stephanie: 23, Barbara: 30, Duke: 20

Also yes, reader's family died the exact same day in both universes, and first world reader like... knew about the waynes but wasn't particularly interested in them till their own family was ripped away, then she started obsessing. in second world, reader and the batfam were like... sort of involved? she lived with them, and she was getting to know them, but wouldn't you be kind of weirded out if your mum married like. jeff bezos or something. and reader is sort of introvert coded, even if they don't read that way. it's just because she's trying so hard not to be, because she's so starved for attention. other world reader like,,, didn't seem to react the same way to what happened to her. but she might've, in the newest chapter it seems like she was talking to bruce after the disaster, and then stopped. But yeah you're right they never knew each other because not much effort was made to do so, and the Waynes are always SUPER busy.

Also about the Dick thing, he was actually pretty happy about the new family! But like you said he still didn't know other reader till the disaster. He just didn't have time to get to know her. He was obviously very upset with Bruce because he left to fuck off to Bludhaven for a while, but he's always loved how the Wayne family kept growing. Even when it was just him Jason, Babs and the weird kid who followed them around with a camera. Then he like decided he was going to treat her like a project because he has a savior complex that comes out especially so when he's having a hard time (oh damn my brothers dead). Not your best moment Dickie. I mean other reader definitely did need help but... as if she'd accept it from a guy like Dick. Imagine your entire family dies and you have to deal with the most beautiful guy on earth trying to comfort you while you look like a creature that crawled out of the sewers. And he tries to make you go outside because you're genuinely very mentally sick. I'd kill him tbh. Anyway this is all still technically up in the air and I might go back and edit the fic later because I'm like... very bad at timelines I just can never remember them properly which creates a lot of issues and inconsistencies.

Anyways thank you for sending in your questions/theories and enjoying my work so much! I'm glad you can relate to reader so well, she's like, one of the strangest characters I've ever written who refuses to behave in any concrete mannerisms because she's stubborn and has intimacy issues. But I think we're all a little bit like that lmao. And thank YOU for reading my stuff, I wouldn't still be doing it if it weren't for folks like you :P (also also you didn't come across as critical at all, you were very polite!!!)

[aardvaark]

expanding on that post about sophie devereaux backstories, grift ones and real ones and the things in between:

a year or two after they meet, tara and sophie are somewhere near drunk in a hotel room after a con, high heels thrown against the wall, dresses unzipped and halfway off. tara asks for her Story. the Story. and maybe she wouldn’t have asked if she were sober or maybe tara is simply a little too bloody brave sometimes, a little too determined.

so sophie tells her about a father in the military, a mother who died young, a family that moved houses, towns, regions, countries, all the time growing up. about lying to impress kids at every new school. about desperately doing almost anything to fit in for the months or year she’d stay in that area. about sweet talking her way out of a few little crimes here and there, cash that she would certainly never steal from her rich friends’ parents’ wallets, some driving rules she broke when she was too young to even have a license, yet old enough for a cop to encourage her flirting. sophie tells tara that her father died when she was 19, and the grief had led to recklessness. she made a mistake on a too-ballsy grift. she would’ve gone to jail. instead, she faked her death (for the first of many times) and never looked back. it’s the only funeral of hers that she didn’t attend.

and then, tara told her an equally untrue Story in return.

when sophie is duchess charlotte prentiss, her husband william asks far too many questions about her past. of course, charlotte has a Story. all of her aliases have Stories, even the ones she only uses for a day - they all have birthdays, childhood pets, first kisses, people they love. so she tells him that her parents died in a car crash when she was 16 and instead of going into the foster system, the authorities figured she was old enough to become an emancipated minor. she tells him how it was difficult at times, incredible at others, and sad and exciting and embarrassing and bittersweet. she weaves a damn good tale about charlottes life, if she may say so herself - one that’s just painful enough for william to stop asking questions. it works perfectly. but when she tucks astrid into bed that night, and the little girl looks up at her with big round eyes and asks if ‘charlotte’ misses her mummy and daddy and says that she’s sad for ‘charlotte’ because she knows what it’s like to miss a mama… sophie freezes. there’s a lump in her throat and goosebumps on her skin. she blinks down the tears and recovers just enough to fake a smile and kiss astrid’s forehead as she leaves the room. lying has never hurt like this before. it takes all her strength to shut it down, shove the emotions in some tiny box in her head that she simply refuses to acknowledge. she decides, then, that she has to leave this house as soon as possible.

the charlotte Story is one of many that hardison finds. it’s inevitable, when he has to cover all their tracks so thoroughly, that hardison would stumble upon various old aliases. he only learns about the charlotte one from the job in england - there’s no links between her and sophie, but he destroys a decent amount of excess duchess charlotte prentiss information just in case, and then looks for any other mysterious women who happened to pop up or vanish around that time. he notices that there are some things that all of sophie’s aliases share: their parents are dead, they have no siblings, and their life changed dramatically somehow in their mid-to-late teens (usually with those parents’ deaths, or gaining an inheritance, or moving far away). he knows that these are all pretty standard, convenient details for a fake identity. but he wonders, sometimes. couldn’t she have made up dead siblings? estranged but alive parents? a dramatic event in her early childhood or in her twenties? he doesn’t know if the consistent parts mean anything. he doesn’t ask for her Story - not outright, at least. though for the first couple months of knowing her, he does sometimes enquire about little things here and there. did she grow up with sisters, what was her high school like - that sort of stuff. information is his thing, sue him! sometimes sophie just smiles. sometimes she answers, and he eventually learns that her truths, at least, are very much relative. when he decides that she is family - which is pretty early on, to be honest - he also decides not to ask anymore. he destroys old aliases when necessary, but he never reads more than he has to. he loves sophie and that is enough.

eliot never asks anything about her life. not even the innocent, casual, unthinking questions that sophie is used to from other people: where’d you grow up? did you ever have any pets? i always had to share a room with my sister, what about you? eliot clearly avoids asking her any of it. she’s somewhat surprised by that. sure, he’s polite, but he’s also suspicious both by nature and due to certain unfortunate experiences, so she sort of expected him to interrogate her when they first met.

one night, they’re the last two left at nate’s apartment. even nate had gone to bed and left them there, long given up on shooing his team out at appropriate times. sophie’s been drinking tea and flipping through a latvian phrase book to refresh her memory for tomorrow’s grift, and apparently that 90-minute-a-day sleep schedule allows for eliot to be doing one-handed push ups in the living room at this ungodly hour. too tired to retain any more information, sophie studies eliot instead. he’s a straightforward guy. she decides to be straightforward too. she breaks the silence of the apartment and simply asks - is he ever curious about her Story? eliot pauses a moment. looks her in the eye, quiet. doesn’t brush her off gruffly like she thought he might. instead, he asks if she’s ever curious about What He’s Done. that is answer enough for the both of them. they don’t talk for the rest of the night, each going back to their own activities, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable. on the contrary - the mutual understanding ends up solidifying their relationship.

nate isn’t always so intensely careful about his questions like eliot. well, actually, there were many times back in his insurance days that he very much did ask her questions on purpose. and of course, for five years, he asks after her real name. sophie generally thinks of it as a fun game. she smiles at his useless determination and teases him when he comes back from jail. after a while, though, she realizes that the questions about her Story mostly stopped when leverage formed, and stop completely once he proposed. nate never hears any version of her Story. she’s here now, and that’s all he needs or wants to know - just like how sophie is her real name in any way that matters.

the moment that sophie realizes this is the moment she stops caring about the real Story, the burden of the secret and the guilt and shame of keeping it from her newfound family. in that moment, she understands that what happened back then is just a small drop in the ocean, irrelevant to the life she’s built and come to love. she never tells them the story, and she never needs to.

[werewolfsmile]

I need to know your thoughts on what was going through werewolf!Eliot's mind wen the team was filming Howl Force, the werewolves-attack-NATO movie in "The Stork Job"

Ohhh myy goodnessss I completely forgot about that!!!!!!

Eliot took one look at the script and rolled his eyes so hard that it hurt.

He definitely encountered some local werewolves on the set and they all shared commiserating looks of can you believe we're producing this crap??

His training and discipline were the only things stopping him from interrupting filming with corrections every time the 'werewolves' did something completely inaccurate.

The pre-recorded howls used on the film set are not from wolves local to the region where the movie is set. Eliots tries really, really hard to let it go ... he can't.

"Wha- No! We're not changing the wolf howls just because you think it's the wrong wolf dialect or something. That doesn't even make sense."

"It's a very distinctive howl, Nate!"

"We're not even really making this movie!"

(fun fact: wolves actually do have different 'dialects' depending on where they live in the world!)

The only good thing to come out of that movie experience (y'know, aside from the con they were pulling) was knowing that none of the werewolf lore in the movie was accurate. Eliot doesn't have to worry about his secret being exposed in that way.

Later, when the Big Reveal happens, Hardison remembers this movie plot and how annoying Eliot was on the set when he wasn't conning Irina.

"Wait, Eliot, hold up. Howl Force is real??"

"Are you kiddin' me?? Y'think werewolves would have any reason to kill NATO troops? That movie was a disgrace!"

"I liked the howls."

"Dammit, Parker!"

Sophie is instantly bitter about the reminder of her lost reel.

[nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes]

just a girl who loves too hard, forgives too easy, hates too much, talks too loud, and is so so happy to be here 💖💖💖

pfp by the extremely talented @rosa-maltz

just realised i never did an official introduction!

name: nah

age: under 18

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual i think??? lmao

favourite song: guilty pleasure by chappell roan

interests:

CHAPPELL ROAN, maisie peters, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, conan gray, madilyn mei

(i have a chappell roan polls blog) (@chappellroanpolls)

musicals especially hamilton, heathers, etc.

taylor swift (@abiglifeinsurancepolicy - kind of dead though)

i write fanfic (mostly hamilton)

whump. idk why it’s just fun to write (@katwriteswhump)

my irl friends that have tags (so far)

maddy (#maddy being bi-conic*)

sophie (#sophie being the antagonist of my life*)

aishani (# aishani <3)

i mostly post things related to musicals on this blog, as well as LGBTQ+ content and updates on the genocide in Palestine. i have 2 side blogs. i will follow or interact with anyone who wants to, as long as you’re respectful.

my favourite taylor swift album is evermore, and my tay side blog has a quote from no body, no crime (cus it’s a banger). im not going to the eras tour, but i wish i was.

i am a minor, so please keep anything you talk about with me appropriate. and by that i mean, anything as long as it’s not completely disturbing and disgusting. i haven’t got like, a lot of triggers or anything so i’m fine with most content.

if you are homophobic, transphobic, aphobic, racist, sexist, ableist, misogynistic, or just generally disrespectful of anyone, just don’t come here <3

anyway! have fun y’all <3

see you guys around :)

[clarissaweasley-10]

Keefe Foster

Sophie:Keefe Scenen Keefe:hmm? Sophie:no-it's just I don't really like your name Keefe:WHAT DO YOU MEAN?IT'S THE SINGLE MOST BEST NAME IN THE WORLD.KEEFE SCENCEN THE GREATEST OF ALL,KING OF THE HAIRLAND,PRESIDENT OF THE SOPHIE FOSTER FANS CLUB.THE MOST GORGEOUS GUY TO EVER EXIST. Sophie:*deep breaths I honestly thing Keefe Foster has a better ring to it Keefe:hmmm when you think about it-DID YOU JUST PROPOSE TO ME???*chokes on air and dies of asthma.

[imgondeletedis]

~𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.~ || 𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒-𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. || 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚝. 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎

. 𝙼 .𝙰 . 𝚂 .𝚃 . 𝙴 . 𝚁 . 𝙻 . 𝙸 . 𝚂 . 𝚃 .

-started: Thursday, 4th of July, 2024.

𝟎𝟎. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Finished: -

a/n: i haven't finished writing yet so I am not gonna get ahead of myself and add or count how many chapters i am gonna write (which won't be ALOT because this is meant to be a mini-series till now), but i will add to and update this masterlist daily as soon as I finish writing something related<3 I love you all and I appreciate everyone who's invested in this💓🫶