so Charlotte Bronte read Emma by Jane Austen and was really interested in this minor character named Jane Fairfax who was poor and would have been a governess had she not married well and then Bronte wrote her own novel exploring the plight of the poor governess who married this guy named Edward Fairfax Rochester in a novel called Jane Eyre and my point is don’t let anyone tell you shit about fanfiction.
AnonymousPROMPTY PROMPT: stiles and derek ride the same bus/train to work/school every day. stiles likes to pass the time by listening to erotic fiction on his headphones. derek is still a werewolf so he can totally hear that shit.
"Arthur slithered towards Sir Corningwell, who placed his hands on Arthur’s orbulous bottom and wailed in his throat, like a cat in heat - "
Stiles pauses his audiobook and resists the urge to glare at the guy across from him. He’s there every single morning, always sitting opposite Stiles and staring. He looks at Stiles like he knows exactly what he’s listening to, but that’s impossible because Stiles puts the sound down so low he can hardly hear it himself. It isn’t like he wants to listen to campy smut audiobooks. It’s his job. Well, one of his jobs. Stiles is a man of many professions, none of them particularly glamorous.
I want to alternately pin him down and let him take me on a whirlwind magic carpet ride of brilliant brain and restless limbs.
I want to make him stop and see him go.
I want to hold him close and watch him dance.
I want to lock him away from all the dangers of the world and watch him talk through his fear in the face of every new threat.
I want to kiss all the energy out of him and let his fingers tap out his heartbeat all over my skin until he falls asleep in my arms.