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bunnydol · 2 years ago

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the corn maze

alex the farmer x fem!afab!reader

contents: exhibitionism, public, almost caught, established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, use of “sir”, slight degradation, spanking (f!receiving), spit, choking, piv, fingering (f!receiving), mention of breeding, overstim, ask to tag

w/c: ~2.7k

from the cottage: the corn maze was a big hit this year! odd how all those puddles got in the hay, though. it didn’t rain…

++Love ++Exhibitionism

it had been your idea to open up a corn maze this fall.

granted, it was a hell of a lot of work, given the amount of corn that needed to be grown into an intricate pattern, making sure there was enough hay on the ground so mud wouldn’t permeate through and get everyone’s boots dirty. the preparations had started in late summer, and now, by late fall, your shared side hustle was booming. the young orphan kids all pooled money to take the bus and get out to the farmlands to enjoy the fall festivities, some of the townsfolk drove their way out to see what the two of you had put together.

you huffed as you lugged over one of the last hay bales into the cow feeders, wiping your gloved hands on the front of your dress before walking over to your long-term boyfriend (“s’ already like we’re married, don’tcha think? i can get ya a ring, but yer already my li’l wife.”), peeling your gloves off and holding them out for him to take. “cows are fed. did you feed the dogs?”

“mhm,” alex hummed, taking your gloves and shoving them in the back pocket of his overalls for now. “dogs are fed, horses are gettin’ ready to be turned in. sun’s still high, though.”

you glanced up towards the early dusk sun, the bright orange burning your eyes a bit, but making you smile. “true. and there’s still plenty of people coming in to run around the maze… have you gone in at all yet?”

“hm? no, i haven’t. been too busy makin’ sure everyone paid before going in.'' he took his hat off to run his wide fingers through his hair, keeping it away from his forehead before setting his hat back down.

everything he did was attractive, somehow. “i haven’t been inside either, not since we laid the hay down.” you cocked your head slightly, smiling up at him as you reached for his hand. “you wanna take a try with me?”

“i mean…” he furrowed his brows in thought, glancing over to where the cattle were munching on the fresh hay, where the dogs were barking at a snake slithering under the fencing of the chicken coop.

“please? we can take a little break, right? we didn’t take one at lunch, so…” you trailed off, flashing puppy eyes at him, and you felt him deflate with a sigh and squeeze your hand.

“i s’pose we can- woah!” alex let out a grunt as you suddenly yanked him forward, tugging him towards the entrance of the maze you had both worked so hard on. he caught up, of course, smiling down at your happiness as you both stepped onto the well-trodden hay path and started your journey.

in hindsight, you thought as you rounded another corner, and then another, and then another, perhaps you should have drawn a map.

“didn’t we pass that stalk five minutes ago, babe?” alex quipped from behind you as you turned left down a passage you thought you definitely hadn’t been down before, only to find yourself in a clearing completely surrounded by corn stalks on three sides. another dead end.

you groaned and put your head in your hands, turning to face your boyfriend and walking right into his chest on purpose. “we’re lost.”

“we’re not lost, we jus’ took a wrong turn somewhere…” alex mumbled, tipping his chin down to kiss the top of your head. “it’s fine. here, rest up, huh? lemme see if i can take a look over the stalks…”

he put his broad palms on your sides and guided you towards a hay bale that was set up for people that were in your situation, lost and trying to get their bearings from being turned around so many times.

the backs of your knees hit the bale, and you collapsed onto it with a soft oof, dropping your hands from your face to look up at alex as he walked towards the left wall of corn and tried to tug some of it down. “alex, no, c’mon, don’t break the stalks, there’s still a few more weeks of fall…” you whined at him, causing him to give you a look over his shoulder. “we’re lost, babygirl. i don’t give a shit if i tug down a few stalks. we got hundreds more.”

“but i grew these all myself!” you pouted at him, that old brattiness bubbling up as you simmered in your frustration. “don’t be rude, why don’t you put me on your shoulders or something?”

“i can handle it, doll,” he sighed, already sensing in the back of his mind that you were staring daggers at his back as he tugged some of the stalks forward again to see over them.

“alex, seriously, let me get on your shoulders. you’re being stupid, don’t ruin the maze.” you got to your feet, and managed to get two steps in before he turned around and had one of his large hands clasped around your neck. he didn’t squeeze, not just yet, but he grabbed you, effectively scruffing you and making your mouth shut tight.

“i said i got it, baby girl. where’d your attitude come from, huh?” he tilted his head, blocking your eyes from the sun and standing you in his shadow. you saw the glint of his eyes perfectly now, the burning of his red hair under the brim of his hat, the sweat from a day’s work and all the walking you both just did beading at his hairline.

you swallowed thickly, feeling your throat bob under his hand. “i just don’t want your big hands to tear a new path in the maze. it’s cheating.”

“cheatin’?” he knitted his brows together as he applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck, “what’s cheatin’ is makin’ me wait until all these people get home for me to touch ya.”

your breath hitched as you felt his other hand snake along your side. for a brief moment, you recalled far earlier in the day, when the guests had started to arrive, when he tried to bend you over the porch railing and take you right there. you had pushed him off and promised him later, honey, we’ll get caught out here!

“alex, we can’t, not here, there’s-”

“i bet yer still not wearin’ anything under here, hm?” he glanced down at the hem of your dress, his fingers dancing over it before flipping the skirt up to reveal your bare pussy to him. you hissed from the breeze and squirmed to get away, but he just gripped your throat tighter.

you knew he could see how you were already getting wet for him.

“we’re lost, ‘member?” he asked, pulling you in close to him, bringing his chest to yours as he studied your face. “i don’t think anyone’s come by this li’l corner since we got in here. think you’ll let me finish what i started this morning?”

you didn’t really get a say, nor were you going to stop him.

he let go of your throat to spin you around to face the hay bale you had been sitting on, pressing his chest against your back to walk you over to it. his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were forced forward, hands landing on the gritty straw with a whimper of discomfort. “alex-”

“aht. manners, doll, since ya wanna catch an attitude with me.” his hand came down on your ass over the thin material of your dress, making you gasp and bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet.

“sir,” you breathed out, correcting yourself as you pressed your ass back against the growing bulge in his overalls, “we shouldn’t, we’re gonna get caught! someone’s gonna-”

“quiet,” he retorted, leaning his weight over you and reaching a hand around to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. “you keep whinin’ about gettin’ caught, but you just keep on yappin’. why not try moaning instead, baby?”

you whined when you felt him grind his bulge against your pussy over your dress, uncomfortable with the amount of fabric between your pussy and his cock.

“please,” you whimpered out, but it sounded more like pweath with how he was gripping your face.

he hummed against your ear as he used a free hand to flip the skirt of your dress up over your hips, revealing your glistening folds to the open air once again. “i know yer a slut, but ya always surprise me.” he managed to lean back just enough to spit onto your drippy hole, making you moan softly and bite down hard on your lip.

then you felt his girthy middle finger protrude into your entrance, and your head started to spin, just as it always did when he started to work you open.

alex chuckled as your head fell forward and your arms started to struggle with holding yourself up. his free arm came to wrap around your neck, lifting your head back up for you. “there ya go, baby. see? all better. ‘s a good thing we got lost, hm? finally got ya where i wanted ya this morning, all pretty ‘nd bent over ‘nd wet for me.”

his breath was hot against your cheek as his finger pumped in and out of you, curling against the spongy spot he had learned was your favorite (it had took him long enough to find it, the bastard). as you could do was whimper behind your swollen, bitten lip, trying not to cry out to avoid being caught by any of the patrons still wandering the maze.

one wrong turn by anybody could get you both caught, and the thought sent a thrill down your spine and made you gush as he inserted a second wide finger into your pulsing hole. he curled and scissored his fingers against your gummy walls, laughing quietly at your fucked out expression.

“what, does my baby wanna get caught? always such a whore, wantin’ everyone to see this pretty pussy ‘n this tight ass. better be quiet when i fill you with my cock.”

you moaned before slapping a hand over your mouth, squirming as his fingers curled just right. he flexed his arm around your throat and made you wheeze, your hips bucking involuntarily.

he was going to be the death of you.

you whined behind your hand as he pulled his fingers out from you, your pussy clenching around nothing, neglected clit hard and aching. alex used his soaked fingers to fumble with the button and the fly of his overalls, struggling and grunting until he was able to free his fat, leaky cock from the confines of the denim.

you felt the heat of his heavy cock against your thigh, your mind racing. you always cried out when he managed to push all the way in, the tip of his cock always threatening to bruise your cervix, but you couldn’t this time, not here, in the middle of the corn maze the two of you were hosting.

alex should consider himself lucky you haven’t kicked him away from you (as if you could – you were strong from years of farm work, sure, but alex was wide and far, far stronger than you were. you didn’t stand a chance).

“gonna be good n’ let me fuck you how i want? gonna stay quiet?” he mumbled into your shoulder, and you managed a nod from over where his arm was wrapped around your neck.

“good,” he purred, his voice dropping even lower as he tapped the drippy head of his thick cock against your entrance, “then keep your pretty mouth shut just this once. don’t get us in trouble.”

his teeth sunk lightly into your shoulder as he bullied his way into your pussy, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound. your legs were shaking and your breath was caught in your throat, unable to stop the cry that bubbled up behind your hand.

he pushed deeper, deeper, deeper into you, groaning against your skin. it wasn’t the first time, far from it, but you always felt like it was because of the sheer size of him.

you felt his tip bump against your cervix and his heavy balls smack against your clit, making you twitch harshly. your legs, feeling like gelatin, almost gave out from under you, but lucky enough for you, alex had his arm wound around your neck.

he barely gave you time to adjust before he was pulling his hips back and thrusting hard into you again, starting a brutal pace. he was holding you up, one arm around your neck, his other hand splayed on your stomach to hold you back against him as he railed into you with force.

you slapped both hands over your mouth as you gurgled and moaned behind them, feeling your eyes roll back as his tip kissed your cervix over and over again. it felt like the air was being punched from your lungs.

“ha-ah, that’s it baby girl, just like that, doin’ so well f’ me,” he groaned against your ear, much more quiet and composed than you were.

his balls smacked against your clit over and over, the wet pap, pap, pap of his hips colliding with your ass barely audible over the sound of the wind and the people in the maze chatting with one another.

you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him grip onto you a little harder; you were close, already on the edge after being spread open by his fingers.

“close already, doll? feel that good? or is it ‘cause we’re outside, fuckin’ like animals? ‘s that it? you like being bred like this? hah?” alex laughed breathily at your trembling form, holding you up as you clenched tightly around him. your head was fuzzy and swimming, lightheaded from being pounded and from feeling like you weren’t getting enough air.

“fuck, yer grippin’ me so tight- you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over this cock right here, out in the open? c’mon, wanna feel you cum all over me, cum for me, cum cum cum-” he accentuated his words with deep thrusts of his cock inside your leaking pussy, and just as he demanded, you creamed and gushed all over the front of his overalls with a shout muffled behind shaking hands. your whole body shook from the force of how hard it washed over you, your knees buckling once again.

alex groaned into your skin and tucked his nose into the crook of your neck. he didn’t stop – he never did until he could cum inside your little cunt. you whined out loudly behind your hands, the feeling of him fucking into you just as hard and his balls smacking against your achy clit slowly becoming too much to bear.

your squirming seemed to egg him on, however, as the hand splayed on your stomach wrapped around your form to pin you to his chest, keeping you steady on your feet. “gonna cum inside this fuckin’ cunt, yeah, gonna fill that little hole up with my cum, oh g-god-”

it didn’t take him too much longer to moan out into the open air and fill you to the brim with cum, almost immediately forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock as he fucked it deep into you. you whimpered with him, eyes fluttering and tears cooling against your cheeks.

alex chuckled softly as he slowly, slowly pulled out of you, softening cock popping out and leaving you clenching around nothing. you shuddered as you felt his cum start to drip from your hole, but his fingers were there to save the day, pushing it back in. “don’ waste it…”

you panted and finally removed your hands from your mouth, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. “you’re insatiable.”

“not my fault you got us put in a secluded spot without li’l panties on.” he shrugged, ever relaxed, even now as he held you up from falling.

“how are we supposed to get out now? i can’t walk…” you whined at him, and he chuckled as he tucked his cock away with one hand, using the other to support your weight.

“i know where the exit is. i’ll just carry ya.”

“you knew?!”

#alex the farmer #alex the farmer x reader #alex dol #alex dol x reader #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ alex the farmer

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starly-amazing · 9 months ago

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You wouldn't download a v— (Siffrin would)

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

After the events of In Stars and Time. Siffrin finally finds the time and courage to try crafting their body. As it starts to become something he's more comfortable in, he gathers the courage to ask Isabeau for a hand with "testing" a few things.

Tags: AMAB Siffrin, Bodycrafting, Transitioning, Gender Dysphoria/Euphoria, Hand Jobs, Fingering, T4T, Body Positivity, Scars, First Time, Asexual Intimacy (sort of), No Beta We Die Like Siffrin

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"Hey, Isa."

"Hmm?" Isabeau looks up from his work stitching together another hole in one of Bonnie's shirts.

Siffrin stands in the doorway of their temporary residence and grips a large book tightly in his hands. They are wearing only their thin shirt and pants. He is trembling, but not because of a chill.

"Sif? What's wrong, are you okay?" Isabeau rushes over, nearly knocking his chair over in the process.

"I'm fine! I just uh—" They hide their darkening face behind the book. Isabeau can barely make out the word Bodycraft on the cover under Siffrin's vice grip. Their voice is shaking. "I have an uh—" Their voice quiets to almost a whisper. "A request?"

"A request?" Isabeau lets out a stiff sigh and smiles. "You want some bodycrafting advice? I can help with that! Well, somewhat, since I went the uh...other way, haha. Odile might have more insight if you're both comfortable talking about it. But I can help if you're not! I'm not sure how much of what I learned is relevant to you but there's always a lot of shared steps and we can brainstorm together if there's something confusing, too!"

Siffrin hides even further. "N-no not advice, it's more of a uhhh...physical request."

"Oh! Sure, do you need me to get you something?"

Siffrin shakes their head.

"Sif?" His smile starts to fade.

Siffrin's knees feel weak so he drops himself down on their messy, shared bed in the corner. They open the book to a page with many clinical-looking diagrams and nearly smack Isabeau in the face with it. He jumps out of the way just in time and takes it in his large hands.

"Oh, did it not come with everything you need?

Siffrin's face grows hotter. "No, it came with everything—I just—" He bites his lip and breathes out. "Well, the books say it needs to be...stretched."

"Haha, yeah. It sort of needs to be worked like...clay. I guess. Well, sort of." He leans his cheek on his hand and stares off into space. "It'd be nice if it could be as quick as making something out of clay. But anyway it's a lot faster than before. You know just a hundred years ago it was almost entirely impossible. It could take years to get anything even close to what you wanted. And oof, have you seen the tools you had to use?" He shudders. "They looked like torture devices! I'd probably still do it because I feel so much better now that I think it's st—"

"Isa." His voice is trembling. His face is burning.

"Yeah, Sif?" He tilts his head. He wears an inquisitive half-smile on his face.

"I want you to do it."

Isabeau looks at Siffrin with the same expression for a long moment. He blinks. Once. Twice.

"Me?"

Siffrin nods.

"You want me...to..."

"Stretch me."

Isabeau blinks again.

"I mean if you don't want to it's o—"

"OF COURSE I DO!" Isabeau yelps then covers his mouth with both hands. Siffrin can already feel the heat radiating off his darkened cheeks. "Sif! I would love to help! I just—wow! I did not expect this but I absolutely would love to help you with this. And I—hold on." He turns tail and shoves his supplies unceremoniously on the desk and rushes to the bathroom. Siffrin hears frantic washing and brushing from inside and he emerges a minute later in his comfortable clothes with his hair slicked back and hands freshly scrubbed. They bite back a laugh.

"Okay, I'm ready!" He gasps and his eyes widen. Siffrin smells a strong scent of mint on Isabeau's breath. "Wait, you meant now right? Because if you meant later that's fine I can—"

"Yes, now," Siffrin nods.

"Okay!" Isabeau tries to pace himself on the way to the bed and settles a few inches from Siffrin.

"Okay, okay." Isabeau pauses.

"Okay," Siffrin repeats in the same tone.

"Okay."

They both chuckle nervously and stare down at the book.

"So," Siffrin begins.

"So," Isabeau repeats.

"It says basically um...stick something inside and kind of...you know." He puts his hands together and pulls them apart in front of them.

"That seems pretty straightforward," Isabeau chuckles. "I can help with that easy. But first." He puts his hand on Siffrin's and bores his gaze into them. "You really want me to do this? Like, genuinely, want this?"

Siffrin nods and picks at the corner of the book. "I'm really...curious now." His voice is low. "Now that I've started Changing. I kinda wanna know what it's like. To be...t-touched."

Isabeau leans forward and brushes their messy hair from their eyes. He holds their face up to look him in the eye again. He studies them for a moment, looking deep into them as if trying to pull an answers right from their soul.

"Okay," he whispers and smiles.

"Okay, okay." Siffrin sticks their tongue out.

"Oh, shush you." Isabeau pokes them on the nose. They pull away, giggling.

"O—alright, let's get started then?" He shifts himself a bit. "Do we need anything else?"

Siffrin procures a bottle of lubricant from one of their many pockets. The others had been recently emptied and cleaned so there's nothing to get in their way. They cover the bed with an unnecessary amount of towels and settle in the middle.

"It says it might get messy so..." He gestures at Isabeau to sit next to him and he obliges. They're both silent for a while.

"Soooooo..." Siffrin finally coughs. He reaches for the hem of Isabeau's pants and begins to tug it down.

Isabeau jumps back. "Whoa, whoa! Sif let's just try fingers first! I don't want to rip you apart haha." He squeaks and looks up at the ceiling. "I mean I'm not saying I'm massive or anything but y'know I made sure I'm...a bit above average and it might be too much at first. N-not that I'm against it if it does fit and you want to but—"

"Isa."

"Eep! Yes?"

"I'm—okay with," they cover their face with their hat, "t-trying anything."

"Are you sure?" Isabeau gently pulls the hat away to look Siffrin in the eye. "Like, really, really sure?" He cups his large hand on their cheek and rubs his thumb right below the mottled scar where their left eye used to be.

Siffrin leans into his touch. Isabeau is already sweaty. Gross. But comforting.

Siffrin nods.

"Like really really really sure?"

"Isa."

"I mean it, Sif." He cups Siffrin's other cheek and raises their head to look at him. "I want you to promise me you're doing this because you want to. Not because you think I want it. I mean, I do want this but," he coughs, "you know what I mean." His cheeks grow dark and he looks away briefly.

"I promise," Siffrin smiles and places his small hands over Isabeau's. They lazily run their finger over a bit of chipped nail polish.

Isabeau lets out a soft sigh with a smile. "And promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much for you. Promise. The instructions say it will be mildly uncomfortable at worst but it shouldn't hurt."

"What if I want it to hurt?" Siffrin smirks and sticks out their tongue.

Isabeau lets out an inhuman sputtering sound and nearly crushes Siffrin's face between his hands. If they were a lesser fella that hadn't been leveling up with hundreds of loops they might not have survived that. "I-I-I mmmmean if you find out you're into that THEN I could maybe help with that one day, buuuuuut."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In, and out. He slowly opens them and meets Siffrin's gaze again. "We should probably play it safe now. Not just because I want you to be comfortable, but early stages in bodycrafting can be delicate. Oh, and also, well, I'm not sure in your case but for me, it felt more... strange...than good when I was first working...mine...to be bigger." His face continues to darken. The sweat from his hands reaches an intensity that Siffrin has to pull them away and wipe them on Isabeau's shirt.

"Sorry, Siffarooni! I can't help it!" He furiously wipes them dry and reaches for Siffrin's face again but they direct his hands to their shoulders instead.

"It is kinda gross but it's also nice that I'm...worth so much...sweat."

"Haha, ew. But thanks, I guess?"

Siffrin giggles and works his fingers through Isabeau's. He squeezes down on their shoulders and Siffrin lets himself relax into the deep pressure. They close their eye and exhale.

"Anyway," Isabeau coughs. "How do you want to do this?"

"I uh—oh..." Siffrin sits back and thinks. "I don't know."

Isabeau chuckles. "Well, how about a little Isabeau touch therapy to start?"

Siffrin matches his laugh. "Okay." He leans back against the wall. Isabeau climbs in and places his knees on either side of Siffrin's.

"It might be easier if you're relaxed and...aroused. Do you know if you can get w-wet on your own?"

"Wet? Oh like—not really yet. That's what this is for." Siffrin shakes the bottle of lube.

Isabeau nods with a hum. "I'm going to start with your shoulders, okay?"

Siffrin nods and leans against the wall. They close their eye and breathe out as Isabeau presses his palms against his body. His fingers wrap around their arms. So warm.

"Up or down?"

Siffrin thinks for a moment. "Up." They can go for some face touches first.

Isabeau slides his hands toward Siffrin's neck, pressing down every inch or so. They sigh as he wraps his hands lightly around their throat and presses his thumbs into the space between his collarbones just a bit.

It makes no sense to them how being in such a vulnerable position—with Isabeau's large hands wrapped around something so delicate and important—could make them feel so...safe. Secure.

Knowing that, despite being so much larger and—well, until recently, stronger—there's no way he would ever do anything to harm or endanger them.

But maybe he wants him to squeeze a little harder. Just a little. Or a lot...maybe.

Siffrin bites their lip. Hmm. Now's not the best time to be thinking about some unrelated budding kink when there's something more important and pressing to work on.

He files that thought away to unpack later.

Isabeau moves up and around their cheeks. The sudden chill air against their exposed throat makes them shiver. They place their hands on top of Isabeau's.

"Feeling okay, Sif?"

They nod with a sigh and look at him with their eye half open.

"Tell me about what you're working on?"

Isabeau threads his fingers through Siffrin's hair. "Uh, you? Touch therapy?"

Siffrin gives them a look. "No, I mean over there." They nod to the pile of fabric and supplies on the desk.

"Ohhhhhhhh, haha." Isabeau tilts his head to the side and shifts his gaze away. Siffrin snorts. "It's nothing much, just trying to fix Bonnie's shirt after they got stuck in the tree chasing squirrels." He tugs at their hair and brushes out a few tangles with his fingers.

He continues talking about his ideas for sprucing up the shirt and a few other projects he has in mind for the others. His movements get more fluid and automatic and soon he's working his way back down Siffrin's body. Neck, shoulders, a squeeze on the arms, and then a slide to his chest. Siffrin's breath catches in their throat as Isabeau presses his palms to their small, but growing breasts. They hide their shock away so as not to discourage him from continuing. They don't feel like taking the time to convince him he's fine with it if he begins to worry.

They just want to feel his hands on them.

They just want to feel his hands in them.

Isabeau reaches their hips and pauses. His thumbs press lightly on the bit of exposed skin above the hem of their pants.

They look at each other.

Siffrin worries their lip in their teeth and nods.

Isabeau works the tips of his fingers under the fabric. He looks at Siffrin again, studying his expression.

They nod again and lift up their hips. They give a reassuring smile, place one hand on Isabeau's, and begin to guide him. Together they pull down his pants. He pauses as everything between their legs is exposed.

They breathe in, and out, then swiftly pulls their pants down around his knees. It takes another moment but they manage to squirm around to kick them off entirely.

They sit there and watch Isabeau for his reaction.

Isabeau looks down. Siffrin can't. It's still too soon—too new to want to see their Change, though they know they'll have to look eventually. They focus on his face instead. It's neutral and doesn't betray anything.

"I know—" their voice cracks. They swallow to wet their throat. "I know it looks weird, but—"

"Well, yeah, that's pretty normal to be weird. Haha."

Siffrin grips their shoulder and shrinks in on themself.

"No no, Sif I didn't mean that in a bad way." He rests his hand on their bare knee and rubs a small scar with his thumb. "It's always going to look weird and different to you while you're Changing. You shoulda seen mine after the first month. Whew, it was like a—" He squeezes his lips shut. "actually I don't want to think about that right now. I just mean—" He squeezes their hips a bit. "You look fine now and you'll look fine when you've finished Changing. And in the end, I don't care how you look. You could have a pine cone down there and I'd still love you just the—"

"A PINE CONE?" Siffrin snorts and covers their mouth with both hands as they explode with laughter.

Oh no. Not again. They try to stop but they just can't. If they haven't scared him away with his weird, half-junk they're gonna do it now with their weird extra laughter.

But Isabeau simply snorts and joins in.

Oh no. He's adorable. The way he lights up. The way his eyes sparkle. The way his cheeks dimple.

Siffrin feels tears forming in his eye.

Isabeau wipes his nose. "Hahah yeah, or a pine-APPLE!" It hits Siffrin with another bout of laughter.

"Nooo! Then I'd be allergic to my own junk! Sounds blinding awful!" Siffrin wipes tears from their eye. "Isa, why was that your first thought?"

"I don't know!" He snorts. "I was just trying to think of something vaguely, you know, shaped." He scratches at the back of his neck and looks away.

Siffrin coughs a few times and evens out his breathing. He opens his mouth to speak and is hit with another bout of laughter. "Pinecone. Haha. Pine...is."

Isabeau sputters and they both devolve back into giggling schoolkids.

"Okay, okay," Siffrin breathes, chest heaving. "We're getting distracted."

Isabeau nods and has one more chuckle. "Well, I hope that made you feel better." Isabeau squeezes their thigh.

"It made me feel something, at least," Siffrin sighs. They bite their lip and steel themself before looking down between their legs.

"I guess it does look less weird than a pine cone," they shrug then look away again.

"That's the spirit!" He beams and presses his forehead to Siffrin's. They close their eyes together and breathe in sync. His voice evens out. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Mhm," Siffrin nods. They take another breath and open their legs more.

"You relaxed and comfortable?"

They nod again.

Isabeau reaches forward. The entrance to Siffrin's new vagina is covered by their small penis. Day by day as Siffrin crafts their body, the flesh slowly shifts to create something that feels more right, for them. As incomplete and strange as it feels, they can't help but feel a little proud of how far they've already come with it.

Maybe someday soon they won't feel so uncomfortable looking at themself.

Isabeau's hand stops an inch away and he looks into Siffrin's eye for directions. They nod and lean back a bit more.

Isabeau takes the length gently in his hand and moves it out of the way. He presses it against their leg and holds it there.

He breaths in, and out and places his other hand on the inside of Siffrin's thigh with his thumb and index finger right outside their entrance. Siffrin's breathing quickens and they grip the sheets tightly.

"You okay Sif?"

Siffrin nods. "Mmm, yeah. Just nerves."

Isabeau leans forward silently with a raised eyebrow.

"I promise," they smile.

"Okay," Isabeau smiles back. He takes Siffrin's hand and places it over their penis. "You're gonna have to hold it I might need both of my hands for this."

Siffrin nods and covers it completely with their palm far out of Isabeau's way.

Isabeau takes the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto his hand. He takes some onto his two fingers and reaches for Siffrin's entrance.

"Are you ready?"

Siffrin nods, wide-eyed. He's already trembling—in anticipation, fear, excitement, or something else, he's not sure.

Isabeau senses this and leans forward to press his forehead against Siffrin's. Just that is enough to quell his trembling a bit.

"Breathe with me?" Isabeau closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, holds it, and exhales. Siffrin does the same and matches his breaths perfectly. Each exhale blows out waves of anxiety and soon they find themself about as relaxed as they can be considering...well...everything.

Siffrin places a hand on Isabeau's forearm.

"Okay, I'm going to apply the lube first." He reaches forward and slides his index finger around their entrance—not quite going in yet.

"You okay?"

Siffrin nods and gives his forearm an affirmative pat.

Isabeau continues. He applies another finger-full, this time dipping the tip a little bit more into Siffrin's hole. Siffrin squeezes his arm again, gentler this time. He lets out a shaky breath and smiles.

"Okay, I'm going to start with one finger."

Siffrin nods and opens his legs more. Isabeau wipes the remaining lube off his palm and presses it to the inside of Siffrin's thigh. He takes his index finger and slowly, while watching Siffrin's face like a hawk, slides it inside. He pauses at the first knuckle.

Siffrin sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation. The lube has a cool tingle in contrast to the almost intense heat of Isabeau's finger. They relax and squeeze Isabeau's arm.

"You okay?" He breathes.

Siffrin nods and squeezes again.

"No pain?"

They shake their head. "Just new." They move their hips forward a little.

Isabeau smiles and slides into the next knuckle. Siffrin is able to keep their composure this time. They close their eye and focus on the sensation. He gives another nod when Isabeau pauses again.

He works his way in a little more until he feels something stopping him.

"Ah, I think that's the end already." He squeezes their thigh. "How are you now?"

Siffrin squeezes back. "Good." They look at him with a soft smile. "Thank you."

"Of course! Oh, crab what did the directions say next?"

Siffrin blinks. "Uh, I think just press around the sides until it gets wider."

Isabeau hums in acknowledgment and pushes outward just a bit. Siffrin gasps at the stretch and Isabeau shifts his hand around to push against another area. It's hot—almost too hot, but cool and warm and tingly at the same time. He's not sure if it feels good per se, but—

Siffrin lets out a soft moan.

But it's Isabeau, after all. They squeeze his forearm a few times and look at him with a half-lidded eye.

"How do you feel?"

"Strange. But not bad strange."

"Keep going?"

They nod and move themself closer.

He keeps pushing and shifting methodically. Press, hold for a few seconds, slide just a little to the side, repeat.

When Isabeau makes a full rotation Siffrin finds themself sweating almost as much as his much better half. His breathing is already labored but he won't stop squeezing on his forearm to keep him going.

"Does it feel any different?"

"A bit, I think?" He sways his hips and stretches his legs. "Like, I think your finger is deeper than when we started. And...stretchier, I think."

Isabeau smiles at that. "Want to try another finger?"

Siffrin thinks for a moment, then nods. They bite their lip and dig their heels into the bedding as Isabeau applies more lube to his next digit.

"Ready?"

Siffrin nods. Isabeau slides in a little faster this time. It feels similar to the other with a bit more pressure. Still warm. Still cold. Still tingly.

"Mmm," Siffrin hums. They can feel the stretch as the craft magic works its charm. It's starting to feel almost good, even.

Almost.

Isabeau curls a knuckle.

"Ah." He jumps back a bit and tenses his thighs. A mild but sharp pain flashes through him.

"Too much?" Isabeau freezes.

"No, uh—" he bites his lip. You promised. "Yeah too much."

He slides his fingers out. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Do—"

"Nnf, wait no put them back." They grab at his hand and guide it back to his entrance. Isabeau struggles to relax the fist he made. "Just a bit slower."

"Okay," Isabeau smiles. He works his index finger back in and presses gently at the tender walls. Siffrin closes their eye again and spreads their legs out a bit more. Isabeau tugs them forward by their hair and presses a kiss right below his scar. "Thank you, for telling me."

Siffrin's cheeks grow hot again. They can only nod and grunt in acknowledgment.

He starts again, a bit slower this time, making sure not to bend his fingers too much. Just a gentle push here and there. Stretching. Feeling. Testing.

It's nice.

Not so much physically, but just—

Being surrounded by someone so wonderful. So caring. So gentle and cautious and—

It's almost too much to handle.

"Whoa, Sif what's wrong?" Isabeau gasps and pulls back. Siffrin grunts at the sudden emptiness.

"Huh?" They tilt their head in confusion and then feel it. A tear rolling down their cheek. They wipe it away and look at their hand. Another one rolls down and drips onto their shirt. They wipe again but more keep pouring out.

"I—don't know." Their shoulders shake in a silent sob.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Siffrin feels Isabeau's hand tremble against his thigh. His breathing quickens. "Please Sif you promised."

"Nono, it's not that. It doesn't hurt or anything, I super promise. It's just..." Siffrin sniffles and wipes their face with their sleeve. "You're just being so nice and gentle and..." He lets out a small whine and covers their eyes with their forearm.

"I was thinking about that and—I don't know. They're not bad tears, I promise. You just make me feel..." He thinks about the next word for a moment. " Safe. " He presses his forehead against Isabeau's broad shoulder. " Home." They wrap their free arm around his back and pull him closer.

"I love you, Isabeau."

Isabeau's lip quivers and he breaks out into a lopsided smile. "Aww, Sif. You love me so much it makes you cry?" Isabeau bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. "Aww, stars you're gonna make me cry too!"

Siffrin lets out a sniffly chuckle. Isabeau presses his lips to the top of their head.

"I love you too, Siffrin."

"Mmm," he hums and brings his other arm around his partner's back.

Warm. He holds him tight and lets the tears flow freely.

He feels something wet seep into the back of his shirt.

"Oh, eww Isa did you not wipe your hand?"

"Oh, nooo! Sif I'm sorry! I was too distracted with the emotions!" He pulls back and wipes his fingers furiously on the towel.

Without thinking, Siffrin pulls their shirt off in one fluid motion and tosses it onto the floor. The cool air of the room hits their bare chest and they shudder at the sudden exposure.

Isabeau looks up and pauses. Siffrin is half tempted to cover up with something, but they stop. They relax. They let Isabeau take in the entirety of their form.

He looks at their chest and their breasts just beginning to form, then slowly his gaze travels up and meets their eye. He reaches out and tilts his head.

Siffrin gives a short nod. Isabeau nods in return and places his palm right below their breast. He wipes his other hand once more for good measure and brings it up to their other.

So warm.

Siffrin takes Isabeau's left hand, guides it just a bit higher, and lets his fingers sink into his soft skin just a bit. Isabeau gives it a gentle squeeze which elicits a soft hum from their throat. They close their eye and let him explore their chest at his own cautious pace.

His thumb brushes an old scar below their neck that they don't even remember the origin of. He leans forward and brushes his lips against it, then looks up to Siffrin and tilts his head.

They bite their lip and nod.

With a smile, Isabeau plants another soft kiss just below the scar, and another lower, and lower. He sinks into the soft fat and pauses when he feels their nipple.

Siffrin sighs and wraps their arm around Isabeau's head. They hold him there. He doesn't protest.

"Sif?" he questions after a moment.

"Hm?"

"I can't move."

"Oh." He releases his grip. "Sorry."

Isabeau chuckles and kisses their nipple before moving on to the next one. His hands continue exploring the rest of their body.

Every scar and blemish makes him pause. He takes his time to be delicate and show his affection for all the little imperfections on Siffrin's body.

There are sure a lot of them.

They feel themself beginning to tense as Isabeau slides his fingers across a large, flat scar Siffrin quite frankly is embarrassed to admit the origin of.

They grab the hem of Isabeau's shirt and tug at it. He sits back and looks at them before taking their hands and helps them slip it off.

They let it flutter down on top of Siffrin's.

He sits back. He's seen Isabeau's bare chest before but never really in this context before.

The fighter is scarred too. Not as much as they are, but still.

Siffrin reaches to touch one he got from battling the King.

They frown and mold their palm against his skin.

To think he had this bleeding under his clothes when Siffrin—

"Sif." Isabeau's soft but firm voice made him jump.

"Huh?" They pull back and hold their hand to their chest.

"It's okay." He takes their hand and places it back on the scar. They bite their lip and run their thumb around the edges. "I would do it again in a heartbeat to save you."

Siffrin bites down harder.

"I mean it, Siffrin." He takes their chin between his thumb and forefinger and makes them look into his eyes. "You mean so so so much to me. This is nothing." He brushes a finger lightly across their scarred eye. "And I know you'd do the same for me."

Siffrin bites back a sob and nods. Isabeau plants a soft kiss on the scar and pulls back.

"Now c'mon. We're just getting started here!" His big, goofy smile is back which helps ease Siffrin back into the mood. He takes their hand and places it on another scar Siffrin wasn't familiar with.

"I got this one in my first week of Defender training while getting a cat out of a tree. She fell right on me when my partner tried to climb up and grab her."

Siffrin snorts. Isabeau moves their hand to another scar.

"Oh and this one I'm very not proud of," he whines. "There was a bee flying around during a lunch out with my old team and I tried to smack it when I still had my fork in my hand."

"Isaaaaaa." Siffrin giggles.

"Hey, I was lucky everyone was trained in first aid but they all had to stop and laugh a bit before giving me any."

"How rude! I would give you first aid right away." Siffrin starts to smirk. "Might laugh while giving it to you though."

"Sif!"

"I'm kidding!" They poke their tongue out at him. Isabeau pokes his out further and winks.

He takes Siffrin's hand and moves it up to the two identical long scars a little below his nipples.

"And these here are the ones I'm most proud of!" he beams. Siffrin can't help but smile too. "They're a reminder of a victorious battle of sorts to become who I am today. To become someone I'm proud to be."

"Someone I'm proud of, too," Siffrin hums. Isabeau's face grows dark again and he covers his face to squeal.

Siffrin puts their other hand on Isabeau's soft, but firm stomach. He looks over his hands and tilts his head curiously.

Siffrin, too, starts growing curious. Now that they're beginning to be more comfortable with their own body, then maybe...

"Hey, Isa." They pause; their fingers brush against the bit of hair that peeks up above his hemline. They glance up and Iseabeau's eyes widen.

"Y-yeah?"

"Can I try the uh—" He makes a stiff motion with one fist. "With the other thing you're p-proud of?"

He watches as Isabeau's face cycles through multiple emotions. Uncertainty creeps in and he starts to pull his hand back until Isabeau begins nodding furiously. There are tears in his eyes.

Cute.

"Please," he squeaks in an unnaturally high pitch. "Please, if you want, yes please I'd love that, please! B-but only if you're really okay with it!"

Siffrin snorts and places his hand back right above his pants.

Just to try. Just to know what it's like and to see Isabeau fall apart at the seams for him.

Breathe in. And out.

They press down and slide their fingers between the fabric and his soft skin. They roll some of his coarse hair between their fingers for a bit before continuing down.

Isabeau's breathing quickens and he shifts himself around for easier access...and to keep from falling off the bed if things get too heated.

He leans back and props himself up with his back to the wall.

Siffrin waits for a nod before he slides his fingers along the base of Isabeau's cock.

He moans immediately, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the towels tightly. Siffrin smirks and starts running his fingers along the shaft. They take in the textures of his skin and the little whines that are already escaping from his mouth.

This won't be hard at all.

Heh. Hard. It definitely is going to be hard.

They bite back a laugh.

Focus.

His fingers wrap around the length. They can feel the blood pumping through it keeping it hard and delightfully grabbable.

It feels weird. But not weird like their own. Just different. Not wrong.

Definitely larger, though.

"So should I just—" He gives it a few light pumps and Isabeau squeaks higher than Siffrin expected he could.

"Yeah, Basically." He tilts his head and looks Siffrin in the eye. "Wait. You've touched yourself before right?" He looks almost concerned.

"Oh, yeah, a few times. It felt...bad, but good. Wrong. I guess. Like physically it was, kinda good but also everything else didn't feel right."

Isabeau nods knowingly. "Yeah. That's kind of what I felt too. It took longer for me to Change back then; things weren't as easy as they are now. It's kind of wild how it's not even been ten years and now it'll take just a fraction of the time I did to Change."

Siffrin looks away. "I guess I'm lucky I'm doing it now. But also I wis—would have been nice to have been able to try things before."

"Yeah," Isabeau nods. "I think we all do. But you know what they say; the best time was years ago but the second best time is right now."

Siffrin clenches their fists. Isabeau lets out another squeak which reminds them they still have his cock in their hand.

"Sorry!" They let go but Isabeau's hand is on top of theirs in an instant and presses it back around his dick.

"It's okay. Oh, uh. Only if you want to." He lets go but Siffrin doesn't pull back. They chuckle softly and begin stroking.

Slowly. Gently. At first. But it doesn't take many soft sounds from Isabeau to spur them on more. They quicken their pace and lean into him.

"Yeahhh, just like that, Sifffffffrin." He wraps his arms around their shoulders and pulls them even closer. They have barely enough room to even move their arm. It doesn't stop them. Isabeau is too important to let silly physics get in the way of his happiness.

Isabeau keeps breathing their name over and over. So many times it almost became uncanny just hearing it. He throws his head back in a loud moan and his breathing becomes more frantic.

"Sif, please. Faster, please." He threatens to crush Siffrin in his grasp. Siffrin obliges, deciding almost immediately it wouldn't be a bad way to go out, time loops or not.

Siffrin squeezes their way up and presses their lips against his ear. "As you wish Mr. Amazing Funny Buff Smart Wonderful Isab—"

He doesn't even have the chance to finish speaking before Isabeau cums with a loud cry. He buries his face in Siffrin's neck and lets out a shaky whine.

"Siffff, that's not fair," he pants.

"Ew. Eww. Ewww. Ewwww." Siffrin is momentarily preoccupied with the mess on their hand and quickly wipes it on a towel before turning their focus back on their partner. "Eww, it's all in your pants now."

Isabeau lets out a shaky laugh. "Heheh, sorry Siffaroni." He pulls his sweaty face from Siffrin's neck and kisses them right below the jaw. "That's kind of on you though for playing with my delicate maiden heart like that."

"Don't sweat it," they smirked. "I did nut expect it to be that...explosive."

Isabeau coughs and breaks down in a wheezing laugh.

"Oh, cum on, Sif!"

Siffrin breaks down with him and they share their joy for a long minute, simply soaking in each other's presence.

"Want me to keep trying with you?" he hums after a while. "You might not have anything as—er—explosive as mine but we can see how far it goes."

"Mmm," He mumbles. "Yeah, that sounds like a bomb idea."

"Ah, stars," he chuckles. He moves his hands under him and starts to push up but his shaky arms won't hold his weight. "Give me a moment though."

Siffrin hums and breathes deeply again.

Isabeau pushes himself up and off Siffrin.

"Okay, I'll do what I did earlier but try to find a spot that feels good." His voice is still breathy and his chest still heaves with exertion. He gathers up all the pillows on the bed and props Siffrin up with them.

"Okay." Siffrin shifts around until he's comfortable and spreads his legs out. He looks at Isabeau, waiting for his next move.

Isabeau breathes in, and out, then puts his hands on Siffrin's thighs.

"We might need some more lube," he murmurs and before he even finishes speaking Siffrin is holding out the bottle for him. His face darkens even more in a blush. Isabeau holds out his hand, smiling as Siffrin pours out entirely too much in their haste.

"Oh, oops."

"It's fine," Isabeau smiles. "Who knows how much we'll end up needing, anyway." He works some more onto his fingers and presses them against their entrance.

He looks deep into Siffrin's eye. "Ready?"

Siffrin nods with a hum.

"And you still promise to tell me to stop if it's too much?"

"I super duper promise."

Isabeau gives him a satisfied nod. He slides his index finger back in. Siffrin closes their eyes and focuses on the feeling of him methodically prodding at their walls. The warmth, the stretch, and the newness of it all.

The intimacy of being so cared for.

He lets out a sharp gasp as Isabeau's finger brushes against something sensitive.

Isabeau pauses. "Good gasp or bad?"

Siffrin gives him a weak thumbs up. "Good. That was good." They turn their body to give him easier access.

Isabeau fumbles around a little trying to find the spot again but another sharp gasp from Siffrin tells him he found it.

He rubs the spot while pumping his finger against their walls. He slides another finger in after giving Siffrin a questioning glance and begins stretching them out more bit by bit.

Isabeau leans closer; their shoulders touch. Siffrin feels exposed again. The cool air on their bare skin was making his hair stand on end and his nerves dance.

"Isa, come closer."

Isabeau obliges and is quickly taken into Siffrin's embrace. He gasps, steadies himself with his free arm, and lets Siffrin reorient themself.

He tests them with a small pump. They hum into his ear and with a shudder, he continues.

The minutes pass as Isabeau focuses everything he has on Siffrin. They busy themself by burying their fingers into his back and working on any tense knots they find.

The silence is broken occasionally by a soft whine or a whisper of his name.

They feel like crying again. It feels so nice.

Not even the fingering, so much.

Just being held.

And loved.

They hug Isabeau tightly and he plants a soft kiss at the base of their neck.

Siffrin feels it building up inside. They lean back to give him better access. Their nails dig deeper into his skin but he doesn't seem to mind.

They're lying fully on the bed now. Isabeau's free hand is working its way around their body, searching for another sweet spot. Their other is pleasuring a particularly sensitive area deep inside them.

"Isa. Isabeau." His name leaves their lips in a heated whisper. The feeling starts to radiate out through the rest of their body and they almost don't know what to do.

It slowly starts to fade.

"Ah, wait," they almost cry out.

"Sif?" Isabeau pauses.

"No, not that," they grunt. "It's going away." Isabeau begins to pull out. "Wait! No, I meant, keep going. Ughh..." He covers his face and chews on his lip. "Keep going I think I'm close."

"Oh," he breathes. "Hold on." He adjusts his finger and searches for a fresh spot to tease.

They wince as he pushes a bit too hard in one place. It's starting to become overstimulating. But they're so close. At least, they think they are.

Just a little more. If they could bite through the discomfort then maybe—

No.

They promised.

"Wait," he pants. They squeeze down on Isabeau's arm and tug on it.

"Hmm?" Isabeau freezes.

"I think that's enough." They grit their teeth.

Isabeau nods silently and withdraws. Siffrin lets out a tiny grunt as he exits fully.

"Is it hurting?" Isabeau wipes his hands clean and leans over them.

"Just a little sore." They shift their legs together and sit up. "Already getting better. That, er, tingly nice feeling went away," they frown.

"Ah, that's too bad." He settles in next to them and hands them a fresh towel. "That's still impressive, though! I'm surprised you had enough sensation to even get that far."

Siffrin blushes and hides his face under the pillow.

"It was because you helped."

Isabeau makes another, softer, inhuman sound. They pull him closer and peek out from behind the pillow to give him a small peck on the cheek. He squeals again.

It wasn't the explosive finish that the romance books suggested. But it was warm. Promising.

Something to look forward to.

Maybe one day they'll be a screaming, sweaty mess beneath him while he fucks the living daylights out of them with his own Changed pride and joy.

The thought is a little scary if he's to be honest. He's open to trying, at least.

"Thank you." They wrap themself up in the sheet and crawl into Isabeau's lap. They look up into his face.

"Anything for you, Siffaroo." Isabeau looks down with the softest smile. He's beaming, practically glowing. He's wonderful. Beautiful.

More than they deserve.

They clench their fist.

No. Not the time to dwell on that.

They swallow the creeping guilt and reach for his cheek. They pull him closer, to their lips but not quite close enough to touch.

"May I?" he whispers.

"You may," Isabeau hums and bridges the gap between them.

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sizzlingcloudmentality · 7 months ago

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my 2024 review

@guiltyasdave tagged me, thank you so much babygirl 🫶

writing

I published 11 fics and wrote about 19k words this year. Which is, for me personally, huge.

I tooted my own horn here, so if you want to cut to a super short "best of" just visit that post. For the rest: the yapping starts in 3... 2... 1...

The man of my year was DAVE YORK. He got me back into writing in May and since then my thoughts are orbiting around him. I almost wrote exclusively for him. I sent him to a club, had him eating croissants while doing the dirty, made him confess his sins. 8 oneshots in total and I even started something like a series with in the sheets. Plus, still absolutely mind-blowing for a newbie writer like myself: slow has over 500 notes. What in the ever loving fuck? Thank you all so much!

And then I wrote for JOEL MILLER. Imagine being in Ireland and meeting this gorgeous Texan in a pub. It's fluffy and warm and exactly how I imagine a first kiss happening in Ireland.

And then there are so many wips for other characters like Max Phillips, Marcus Accacius, Javier Peña, Oberyn Martell... Most of them half way finished. All of them are part of challenges (I'm so sorry...) but they will come to you some time soon-ish in 2025, pinky promise!

And then there are wips for some Jake Gyllenhaal characters: Rusty Sabich, John Kinley and Lou Bloom. At least two of those should see the light of day in 2025 too (please send thoughts and prayers).

reading

I suck at reading. One of my new year's resolutions: read more (maybe a fic per week, not a fic per month...). And work on a system to find my fic recs on my blog so I can talk about them in length for the 2025 review. Until then: You are a talented bunch of lovely people, please be kind to each other and yourselves, thank you for creating pure magic!

all the highlights 2024, a selection

This year was all about connection, in the form of grief and friendship. Which is both ultimately love. In January I felt unbelievably lonely and sad and now I don't because it gets better. It always does. We just have to hang in there.

I reached out into the Jake Gyllenhaal fandom and met precious and insanely talented people there. @davidayer @charliehoennam and @gyllenhaalstories you three made my year so much better and I am beyond grateful to be allowed to live in your DMs 💛 (I'm working on responding in time, I swear...)

Watching Presumed Innocent every week in the wee hours of the (European) morning with my lovely Laurie, screaming at each other about writing, just chatting and holding space for each other... @gyllenhaalstories I love you so much sweet pea and I hate that there is this stupid ocean between us. We are meant to be eating blue candies while watching movies and hug at all times.

I started some polls and asks in the Jake fandom and it was so beautiful to witness how people came together and started reaching out and talking. I am a little proud of myself that I was part of the reason for that.

And finally: @guiltyasdave. I never thought I would find a friend in this fandom just because finding friends is hard and making a friend in real life is even harder. But not with you. With you everything is easy. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon 💛🥹

Oof, that was a lot. Thanks for reading!

Absolutely no pressure tagging, this post was some real work haha: @toomanystoriessolittletime @gyllenhaalstories @ace-turned-confused @yxtkiwiyxt

dividers: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

#2024 review #eoy #tumblr people made my life sweeter this year 💛#dave york #joel miller #idek what to tag this

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nabi-unveiled · 5 months ago

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Catching Up: Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Ep 1)

My time was very limited this past Oct/Nov so choices were made. I didn't watch nearly as many shows as typical during that period. However, I'm diving into my backlog.

Let Free the Curse is a show that I purposely filtered tags for during its run time. I know very little about it beyond the MDL description.

Since it's not currently airing, I'll probably just make one post for each watch session. I have no idea whether they'll be short or long. That depends on how into it I get. I had originally planned on watching 2-3 episodes a session, but I got distracted by a detail in a different show. I still need to work on my own video script tonight so only the first episode for now.

Did the dad just dump a dirty dish while the boy is cleaning the dishes? If I hadn't already decided this dad was a POS from all of the beating warnings, then this scene right here ALONE would've been enough evidence for me to hate him. It's SO disrespectful.

New boy is a sunshine. That's both good and bad. Our boy Do-hoe is in obvious need of sunshine in his life. But sunshine hurts your eyes when you've been in the dark too long, and I can already tell that Do-hoe has been in the dark a very long time.

The math scene is cracking me up. It shouldn't probably, but we're weirdos at my house. We do bedtime math problems and math puzzles for fun. I have heard conversations like this between my sons more times than I can count. It's always fun when they're not sure what the answer is to the problem they created themselves. Lol.

Sunshine was seriously having to think, and then Dohoe had it wrong! He's kicking himself hard (internally). If there's one thing that top students take pride in, it's being correct in these types of things.

I'm a fairly adventurous eater, but....I don't know that I want garlic in my ice cream.

There's food symbolism. Be still my beating heart.

My only question is how did Do-hoe KNOW he wanted bread? 🤔 (Side note - that painting in the background is gorgeous. I wish I knew what the writing said.)

Nevermind. Do-hoe can hear EVERYTHING this man is saying. Either the walls are thin or sunshine is loud. My guess is both.

(Side note - the background sound in this scene is driving me nuts. I hope we don't have this type of percussion often. For now, I'll just turn down my headphones.)

I love that Sunshine is asking this question. It's a good sign.

Oof. That's not a good sign. It's resignation. I'm trying not to read too much into this situation, but alarm bells are going off.

Crap. The alarm bells were warranted. I mean, we already knew this man was going to be violent. But to do it directly IN FRONT of sunshine without any hesitation? That's not a good sign at all.

Ok. I'm loving sunshine trying to figure out how to make it better. Yes, I will be calling him that until evidence suggests I shouldn't. Sunshine characters make me happy. There are so precious few of them in real life, but they make the world a better place for us all.

And yay! The weird ice cream is back. (The percussion is still driving me nuts. Thanks to my hearing impairment certain sounds catch my attention A LOT. This is one of them.)

I knew there was a reason he was here. I hadn't expected expulsion. My brain is now whirling with possibilities. I've narrowed it to two.

Do-hoe is shut down, but poor puppy looks like he's been kicked. 😢

We have confirmation that the walls are thin, and daddy dearest is involved in shady dealings. No shock there.

Ice cream x 3. I LOVE when food becomes a parallel or symbol in shows. I really hope the ice cream keeps coming up.

😭This is going to hurt even worse than I thought. My first thought was being impressed that his MOM was the pastor. That's my upbringing and community trappings rearing its ugly head. Then I processed what he was saying. Obviously still no good. As someone who got told just today that I should return to the path of righteousness, these storylines will always hit close to home for me.

LMAO. Sunshine enjoyed that bit of praise didn't he.

So Do-hoe's dad is literally top dog in this community? Because....that's crazy talk. Except, it's not. There's always someone on top of the food chain in these small communities.

This is me trying not to get distracted by the (almost) Christian fish hanging directly beside our preacher kid. It obviously wasn't purposeful or meant to be a symbol.

I'm getting pacifist vibes here now. Not surprising given his background. My guess is that this will cause problems though. Because when it's trauma that causes this stance, then people tend to draw a VERY hard line around it. If I had to make a prediction, sunshine will use violence at some point (maybe even to defend Do-hoe). It will become a problem between the two of them. I could be wrong.

Ice cream x 4. My heart is very satisfied at this point.

I'm amused while simultaneously thinking that I would MURDER him.

Because seriously! That's the best freaking part of the cone! I take it back. You are no sunshine. You are no good boy. This is a crime.

Actually - this. This is me right now.

Because there are UMBRELLAS, and there is a sunshine character wearing RED. All three of which bring me immense joy.

Ok, sunshine. I forgive the ice cream cone. Begrudgingly.

I'm hooked. It's not even about the rain. This set-up is perfection. I'm now VERY excited to see where this goes. It's going to be a rough ride. I can already tell that. It reminds me of a passage I read once. It asked something along the lines of "don't you want your favorite characters to be happy?" The answer was something along the lines of "No. I don't. I want ME to be happy. If the character must go through pain for that to happen, so be it." This is GOING to be painful. I can already tell. But I'm not above letting characters go through agony so that I can be entertained.

#let free the curse of taekwondo #korean bl #I only wish that I had time for ep 2 tonight

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the-way-astray · 11 months ago

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I don't know if we're all sharing our journeys with you about how we came to our conclusions about Keefe and Fitz, but here's mine:

About a year ago I read Flashback for the first time and that was when I first started to realize that Keefe was manipulative (I know I know, it's a basic argument at this point and it makes people mad when it's brought up, but that's what I noticed, and I wasn't in the fandom so this revelation was.... revelatory?), but I still thought to myself, oh yeah that makes sense given his background (which I still do believe but now it's just too annoying for me idk), and then reading his POV in the Flashback short story, I thought to myself, 'huh, he's saying the perfect things, isn't he? Almost like it's propaganda or something....'

A bit later I went to the internet, and learned that it is very very popular to not like Fitz at all (though I had already seen that in the real world talking to other people in real life), and to compare him to Keefe a lot. So I think that's why I started disliking Keefe, the way so many people perceive him (and compare him to Fitz) just soured my opinion of him. And I know people like to say "you can like both!" And while I do agree with that I don't think that anyone who doesn't isn't less valid or less mature than those who do, which I think is the attitude of some people who make that argument.

Anyway. That is my story (I don't dislike anyone who likes Keefe and Fitz or who likes Keefe and dislikes/hates Fitz)

had to do a different graph for you since your opinion over time wasn't all over the place like summer's was.

the one summer sent was because i asked about her story specifically, but now that you mention it, i do want to know everyone’s stories about how they decided what their opinions on fitz and keefe are. i should create a tag . . . anyway send me your stories everybody! i’ll make you a messy little visual.

interesting that flashback was the book that made you see him as manipulative. i personally think it starts a lot earlier, and gets particularly bad in nightfall. and yeah, i talked about this in my rant, but shannon randomly decides to have keefe say all the perfect green flags in flashback/the short story to cover for the fact that his actions literally do not match his words.

i'm not a fan of the idea of a "basic argument" or "complex argument", i'm more of a fan of "valid argument" or "invalid argument". like if an argument is good, it's going to be repeated . . . because it's reliable? that should be a point in its favor not a strike against it. and i'd say saying keefe is manipulative is a perfectly valid argument. but i'm also heavily biased. obviously.

i’m gonna be so honest, i have no idea why people hate fitz so much. like yeah, he gets angry, but he does apologize and try to get better, which i don’t see with keefe. i don’t hate fitz haters and unlike a lot of people in keepblr, i actually respect them, but i don’t understand them.

there is definitely an attitude of people thinking you’re less mature or not as valid if you hate on fitz or keefe. i think, as long as you’re mature about it (and don’t send weird asks), you can dislike whoever you want, and you aren’t a bad person if you do. the idea of "you can like both!" is very true, but i think we do need to respect haters. and i'm not just saying that as a keefe hater. fitz haters (as long as they aren't being weird about it *cough* "Just because your gay doesnt mean Sophie is!!!" anon *cough cough*) deserve respect, as well. acting like hating a character is immature is ridiculous. they are fictional. they are not real. chill out.

oof, i just turned your ask into a rant. sorry . . . moving along . . . i, too, do not dislike you if you like keefe or hate fitz. i'm actually pretty neutral on fitz myself, wouldn't say i'm particularly insane or obsessed with him.

#kotlc #kotlc keefe #anti keefe sencen #kotlc fitz #fitz vacker #keepblr's fitz and keefe journeys #<- that's my new tag. feel free to send me an ask like this! i'll add to it #innereverblaze #asks #mine

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olderthannetfic · 2 years ago

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The ace asks about how asexuality and being aromantic is increasingly seen to mean "has sex and romance like a normal person" reminds me of the time I accidentally deeply angered an author. She had the tag 'asexual character' in her fic's tags, but since it's a 300k word long fic involving a lot of characters, it wasn't clear who that referred to right away. I left long comments on each chapter, talking about what I liked, sections that hit really hard, lines that I loved, etc., as I always do. (I like to ramble IRL and I can't turn it off even online.) At the halfway point of the fanfic, during a long comment about the OCs that helped flesh out the oft-mentioned but barely explored organizations and companies in the world of canon, I said that I hoped This One Specific OC or That Other Specific OC would turn out to be the asexual character, as I saw in them echoes of myself and a friend of mine (we're both ace).

She had never responded to a comment of mine before, but she did for that one... to yell at me about how the main character OC was aroace, actually. This was apparently supposed to be obvious since the word ace was used in the tie-in prequel fic, which I had held off on reading because the author's note mentioned it would have spoilers if you hadn't read the whole main fic. The character in question has a relationship not remotely different from any of the cishetallo or cisqueerallo relationships presented in the text. She develops a snarky sarcastic friendship with someone she finds visually beautiful and impossible to look away from, gets to know him a little, watches movies with him, they get into urban fantasy danger which they help each other through, they fuck and do so extremely regularly, and she has past exes who she also did all of this with.

And I was, apparently, a bigot with internalized aphobia and negative attitudes towards women who have sex because I didn't look at her and go, "Ah, yes, an aroace!" She informed me I was forcing unrealistic stereotypes no one adhered to onto ace people by thinking aces had to be a certain way and by refusing to see that

Her angry reply was so long it took three AO3 comments to send to me, and it didn't really make me convinced I'd misread the situation. It just made me convinced this wasn't an author I wanted to read more fic from, because 1. this is a lot of anger, holy crap and 2., I really think this is an excusable mistake on my part. I saw no signs this character was in any way different from any other couple in the fic beyond that she and her love interest didn't get to know each other's backstories as much and instead bonded more through experiences they shared, which in my opinion is not something that can be linked to any sexuality or lack thereof.

I feel like there's a moral in here. Like, authors, as a fellow author, I get that it sucks when someone else doesn't see the characters like you do, or misses something you thought was clear, etc. I get that it's frustrating. But don't rip into someone who's been gushing about every chapter of your fic individually just because they didn't catch one thing. I failed to realize one character's sexuality. That's not the same as hating you, the character or the writing.

Mostly I remember that incident as the day I stopped asking questions in my long comments. A sea of gushing does not make up for a mistake and the best way not to make those is to not ask if a tag relates to a character or line.

Oof. I mean, sure, there's a diversity of experience. Everything is a spectrum. Yada yadda. But if two labels become entirely indistinguishable, what's the point of even having them, much less getting mad when people can't spot the difference?

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thecomfywriter · 7 months ago

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Mother's aren't supposed to have a favorite child or whatever but what child is Caramel's favorite?

hello slat 🫡 coming in hot with a controversial one. i like it

day two of tcw's askmas game--caramel's maternal favouritism [spoilers for CoS]

tldr: fawn.

long answer below:

caramel is complicated as a mother. for starters, she's kinda been on the motherhood bandwagon since she was 17? (lol not spoiling that but you'll find out if you finish tov). the point is, she is heavily exposed to motherhood at a young and immature age, and it makes her a very lenient and "cool mom" kinda mom.

UNFORTUNATELY, the ending of sai stagnates whatever development she would've had into mature adulthood and keeps her in that limbo of "friends with her kids more than their parent" kinda ordeal. and then when the evan incident happens, its like she flips a switch and becomes SUPER STRICT? OUTTA NOWHERE?

there's a little tangent i go on in one of my outlines (i think gotn?) where i describe evan's relationship with his mother as "hot and cold". when she's present, she's fun and charming, and a loving person. but she doesn't really feel like a "mother" necessarily, mainly because of the "cold" part, where she is so absentee, she never really builds that maternal bond with her children.

she almost sees them as extensions of herself in a way, mainly because she hasn't had enough time to learn their personalities and their interests, what scares them, what empassions tem, all of those important things. all she sees is the parts of herself she recognizes in them, and the parts of alan she adores in them. but as their own individuals, they barely exist.

that's why she can't see elenfa's cringe whenever she asks her where her free-spirit went. she doesn't notice how evan doesn't eat anymore. and she loves fawn because fawn is as free and charismatic as she wanted her children to be.

oof. yikes forever. i made her sound like a terrible mother.

listen... the ending of sai will contexualize a lot of things. i promise. but i promise you, there is a turning point. it just takes some time and a lot of hurdles (womp womp)

THANKS FOR THE ASK, SLAT

dead taglist alert:

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@paeliae-occasionally @theink-stainedfolk @inseasofgreen

@thelovelymachinery @the-letterbox-archives @illarian-rambling

@bunnymermaidwrites @the-golden-comet @sm-writes-chaos

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:D ok! i was just curious about word choice where gaspard likened himself to an outcast which is such an interesting contradiction bc he isn't, least not in the way someone would from a more conservative city or upbringing but i wonder if that's more to do with his internalized feelings here. would love to know more if you and or nicante were willing to speak :D

It's been a hot minute since I read it so I'm trying to work from memory here, a lot of the series (there's still two or three unpublished pieces) is wrapped up in fantasy vs reality, a lot of internal struggles and conflict that hasn't been seen yet.

I will say, @nicante and I often disagree a lot on Gasxav and we put both our sides fo the argument in things we collaborate on haha! So, her answer would look different to mine, which is why you should also go ask her lol. This is why I love working with her. I don't like people who are the same as me because I hate myself and all my ideas esp on this ship, so this is great productivity that comes from someone I can be challenged by, and she's a force of nature ^_^

Loooong essay below the cut and some nsfw excerpts just a warning lol

In the original fic, Gaspard still wasn't ready for their relationship to change but there was a more concrete admission of that. Here I think there is even less so, as my idea for this story was to strip Gaspard back and let him be vulnerable in a different way, which apparently meant being naked in a bathtub filled with Xavier's dirty bathwater so...I definitely overshot.

You're right! He's not an outcast, he's hardly oppressed, but maybe he has experienced some things in his past whether it's unhealthy relationships with others and with casual sex too. There's a certain thing I'd like to tag but won't out of fear, but there's some coding with Gaspard I like to keep consistent across anything I do that explains that though that's...idk. Something I wouldn't talk about publicly, I think. He should definitely know better (lol but forty year old men talking about their feelings? oof) because Xavier certainly hasn't turned away from him, at least not completely. So far, we haven't seen his perspective prior to KOF.

There is a lifetime of longing and some really questionable moments between them that have not been spoken about, they know they need to talk about it in kof for example, because how on earth do you platonically justify moments like these:

(I answered a bit more about the above excerpts a few months ago, because the point of b-side's isn't really the smut at all but rather the thought process).

In a lot of lifelong friendships turned romantic, where two people have harboured feelings for each other that are mutually reciprocated there can be so much cognitive dissnoance (?) and a lot of push and pull, the desire to be closer in any way you can achieve (casual intimacy, yes, but also selfishly motivated, but trying not to feel shame for that selfishness), violating boundaries, oversharing which they have a habit of in interviews so it's fun to put that concept behind closed doors and watch it manifest in other ways lol.

I love jealousy because it's totally normal, if you've never experienced it I'm going to assume you are lying because who hasn't? Gaspard, really, is so selfish and jealous in many ways! Part of why I wanted to make a b-sides anthology is because I wanted to write more about jealousy and trying to lose the shame in feeling it, and I think having Gaspard masturbating like that is part of him trying to accept those feelings and maybe even enjoy that negativity. They've said they know each other better than their romantic partners know them, well, here we go. Everything I write is at least a twist of lore which I love doing!

There's one unpublished piece in b-sides which will definitely go into what you've touched on and it was inspired by the film House (1977) and a little bit of Alice In Wonderland as well, because this is perfect for Gaspard. Which is also really funny because b-sides, from the start, was supposed to be a Xavier pov collection, but Gaspard has totally derailed it. In that story, I go into all of that conflict, along with a dose of talking robots and E.T figurines and 80s video games. He has a name for Xavier in this story I'm yet to reveal, but if you've seen House, you might suspect. The only reason I haven't uploaded it is that...it's a bit of a headache to deal with. I think if that were to see light of day on ao3 I'd have to completely restructure sections, hence the Alice in Wonderland, which is too on the nose, but it's public domain so that protects me lol.

#*bsides #sorry it took me a while to get to this

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murfpersonalblog · 1 year ago

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IWTV S3 Musings - Louis Going Forward

I've been seeing posts in the tags, and just wanna urge LDPDL fans (esp. show-only fans) who fear that Louis won't have anything to do after S2, not to freak out just yet. No, he doesn't show up in the books as much as Lestat, ofc, but if AMC's smart they'll realize that there's plenty of book!Louis content to keep Jacob around!

We've gotten plenty of assurances from Rolin Jones that they've no intention of sidelining Louis, as Loustat's endgame (a la Blood Communion). (But Rolin's also fanboyed nonstop how much he's been waiting to do TVL and focus on Les's story & adventures. Ofc, intent & execution are 2 different things, so forgive us, Rolin, if the fandom's side-eying y'all.)

Louis taking an active role in Owning the Night and dropping his address so the vamps can take him on is a BOLD move; I love it. Rolin said waaay early in S1 that they made AMC!Louis stronger and with more of a backbone than book!Louis, and he definitely is. Plus, AMC!Lou has the Fire Gift--one of the most powerful attacks in a vampire's arsenal. So I imagine that S3 will be pretty busy for Louis--in contrast to the fandom's hilarious headcanons that Louis'll be minding his business at home crocheting and doing yoga while Lestat's making a fool of himself on tour. 🤣 He' pretty much gearing up to be Louis the Vampire Slayer! Guillermo! Take notes!

While book!Louis isn't in TVL (Lestat's backstory), he comes back in QotD when Loustat get back together again. So we have a lot to look forward to there, as Lestat tries to get all the vamps' attention so they stay AWAY from Louis & fight Lestat instead--culminating in Les' disastrous Death Valley concert when Akasha appears.

Loustat has a lot of romantic scenes together as Les starts courting Lou again, asking him to come his concerts & watch him perform--so I hope AMC gives us some backstage lovin', showing Lou as "Monsieur le Rockstar's" boyfriend, b4 all hell breaks loose & Akasha takes Les away. :(

Book-plot wise though, the elephant in the room is ofc TotBT, and David Talbot. 🤮 We don't know yet how far AMC's going with Raglan James, and if they're incorporating that book into S3, or saving his schemes for the new Talamasca series and holding Raglan's fight with Lestat until S4. 👀

Aside from Les, TotBT is a VERY important moment for Louis' character development, too. I've already explained Louis' HIGHLY significant role in that book, and how Louis' choices impact Lestat going forward with Memnoch. So we'll have to wait and see if Raglan shows up again any time soon.

I PRAY that "others we can't tell you about yet" means Raglan, and NOT that racist pedo David Talbot. Everyone knows David was conjured up as AR's Replacement-Louis when she didn't wanna write anymore sad & depressed mopey vampires anymore. So instead we get that closeted colonizer David, and AR got butthurt when people didn't like him, LOL (esp. not in Merrick, oof!). 😂

But tbf, the QotD majorly improved David's character, removing every bit of his problematic context, to just focus on his role in the Talamasca, tracking down vampires like Marius; which is smart.

So I say AMC could/should either:

do what QotD did: water David down to make him less problematic

give his role as Les' sidekick to Daniel--maybe providing context for how/why Daniel was Turned; if he's still human during Les' tour (in the S3 promo), and gets injured by Raglan, so Armand swoops in & saves him

give his role to as Les' sidekick to Louis, Mr. & Mrs. Smith style, as they fight Raglan together (cuz book!Louis already said he'd kill Raglan if he ever saw him). Does AMC!Lou have beef w/ him for snooping around w/ Daniel in S2? 👀

So yeah, there's a lot of action-packed potential for Louis in S3; that takes him beyond his grief over Claudia (esp. since we won't have Merrick as the following book/season)--unless ghost!Claudia is a thing and she becomes a Problem™️. But that's way too close to the plot of Blackwood Farm, which I'd prefer AMC do instead--esp. since that way we can still get Merrick Mayfair come in as a crossover.

That's so precious! 😍

A cleansing, amen! I can't imagine what Jacob had to go through, playing Louis! Method acting is REALLY hard, esp. with mentally ill & chronically insane characters--we all saw what it did to Heath Ledger! And look at Joaquin Phoenix, out there literally starving himself, jfc.

Nah, we get you, Jacob.

Jacob, I've been saying it since S1: YOU WERE ROBBED OF YOUR EMMYS. I effing hate AMC for not doing you the justice you deserved and making sure S2 could at least qualify for a nomination. I'll never forgive them for it; esp. cuz you can bet your arse they won't fumble the ball in The Vampire Lestat's season; oh nooo~! 🙄😒 White Lestans can gaslight TF out of us all they want, minimizing our trauma & pain & rightful suspicions, but Black actors have been shafted by Hollywood bureaucracy & shenanigans since it's effing inception, and IDGAF what anyone says--once is an accident, twice is a pattern!

He really is. But I get so mad & so offended that Jacob's immense talent and Louis' incredible character arc is shunted to the side by critics & viewers alike. Brad Pitt put literally ZERO effort into Louis and it showed; meanwhile Jacob's out here giving the acting performance of a lifetime. But people won't STFU about Lestat's hair.

EIGHT SEASONS!? Motherfudger, wtf!? XD I'm all for it, but y'all are gonna have to speed up how long it takes to film & air each season--at 2+ years per hiatus, 16 years is way too much, even for the Supernatural fandom. And LBH, Jam Reiderson & Eric are NOT gonna make it 16 years in the face department.

That is so beautifully put, Sam. ISTG, when is he publishing his doctoral dissertation on TVC already!?

FACTS! I have hope for S3. It's perfectly OK to tonally shift and switch MCs! So long as you're not neglecting & disrespecting THE titular vampire--hasn't Louis suffered enough?! 😅 I'm excited for where S3 takes him.

#louis de pointe du lac #interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles #queen of the damned #loustat #louis de pointe du black #iwtv tvc metas #meritocracy of hypocrisy

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 1 year ago

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Every Little Thing *He* Does is Magic, Chapter 2

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now)

Rating: T

Word count: ~800

Story Summary: The events of Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, retold from Reader's perspective after the fact to her best friend.

Tags/Warnings: Companion fic, canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship, spoilers for ELTSDiM

A/N: Double update since this one is so short! Proceed to chapter 3. 😉

“...So how did the rest of your first week go?”

Y/N smiled as she FaceTimed with Amy while making herself dinner the following Friday night. “It went well! Most of it was reading paperwork and meeting various benefactors and trustees, but my meeting with the Curatorial staff today was really productive. The Egyptian exhibit should only be closed for a few days at most to install the new artifacts.”

She paused to take a sip of water. “Steven made a great suggestion to bring some vases up from storage to spruce up the Ancient Greek collection, which can literally be done overnight, so we'll be updating that area as well.”

Amy grinned. “ Steven did, huh?”

Y/N nodded, ignoring Amy’s suggestive tone. “He also had a lot of really great, out-of-the-box ideas on how to improve the tours and said he could have a sample tour based on those ideas to show me by Monday morning.”

“Oh that's great! I know you were hoping to have the tours redone before those new artifacts are in place.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, but I felt bad because I probably shouldn't have had Steven do any VES-related tasks until he officially started on Monday even though he signed the paperwork today. After he and I wrapped up our solo meeting he mentioned needing to get back down to the gift shop since he was technically still employed as a clerk until Sunday.”

Amy winced. “Oh oof, yeah, I'm sure that's an entirely different pay grade, although from what you’ve said it seemed like he didn’t actually mind doing tasks for his new position early.”

Y/N shook her head. “That’s what I thought too, but then he clarified that it was only because he knew I was busy and he didn't want to bother me by… how did he put it? Oh yeah, ‘hovering’.”

“Oh, okay, good. That was really considerate of him.”

Y/N nodded, a small smile forming on her face at the memory. “Yeah, he definitely seems like he's a really caring person. I told him he wasn't bothering me and that after staring at a mountain of paperwork and meeting a bunch of people with tangential connection to the museum it was nice to be able to actually talk to someone on staff.”

Amy winked. “Specifically him though, right?”

Y/N huffed out a laugh. “I have to admit, it definitely didn't hurt that it was him. Anyway, he asked me how I was settling in and I said that the staff had all been really welcoming for the most part and that I wasn't sure how I was going to be received since I'm not British, and then he said that it didn't matter where I was from, that my qualifications spoke for themselves.”

Amy raised an eyebrow, her lips turning up in a smile. “So basically everything I said when you were freaking out about everyone hating you.”

Y/N huffed out a breath, a smile on her own face. “Yeah, yeah, you were right. He really did have to get back downstairs after that though because I had a phone call I had to take.”

“So do you think everything is going to work out?”

Y/N nodded. “Everyone seems on board with the changes I'm making so far, and I really do think Steven’ll make a great Visitor Engagement Specialist -- he’s incredibly knowledgeable and observant.”

“And hot,” Amy added with a smirk. “And exactly your type.”

Y/N’s face heated. As much as she’d tried over the past week, she couldn't completely ignore her attraction to Steven. “Maybe, but that has nothing to do with my belief in his ability to do his job or why I promoted him in the first place.”

Amy let out a light laugh. “I know, I'm just teasing you.”

“Either way, I'm looking forward to seeing his ideas for the new tours in action.” Y/N paused. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, in addition to the Egyptian artifacts on loan from Cairo, we just had a donation of first editions of several classic British novels come in.”

Amy’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, now you're speaking my language.”

Y/N grinned. “I thought you'd be interested in that. I'll send you some pics once we get them authenticated and the display is set up.”

“Please do.”

Y/N nodded as she turned off her stove. “I should run, my dinner is ready. I'll talk to you later though, ‘kay?”

Amy nodded. “Okay, talk to you later.”

“‘Night, Ames.”

“‘Night!”

Y/N ended the call then plated her food.

As she sat down to eat, her mind drifted to Steven. His ideas for revamping the tours really were great and Y/N was excited to see them in practice. I can't wait until Monday.

#lotmf writes #ELTHDiM Masterlist #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x female reader #steven grant x f!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant & reader

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the-bi-space-ace · 1 year ago

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For the WIP tag game, I am going to be wild and ask you about two of them. Feel free to choose the one you'd like to talk about more, or I would love to hear about two of your WIPs: 9 and 6. :]

Oh. Oh boy. Oh friend. I am very excited to tell you about both of these.

6. Heart to heart

I want to say I started this one right after the S2 finale so Plan 99 was still really fresh. It's been awhile since I looked at it. It's all dialogue but it's a conversation between Hunter and Echo right before Hunter leaves Echo alone in the ship and the rest of the episode happens. Kind of a 'blank space' fic. I think the best thing I can do to describe it is actually give you some of the dialogue and oof. Oooooof it makes me tear up just rereading it.

"Fives fell while I was a prisoner. I didn’t even get any of his possessions. Turns out they don’t save mementos for the presumed dead." - Echo

“Who says I have to? Who says that I have to let go? We were never taught how to lose each other.” - Hunter

“I don’t know how to handle this.” - Hunter “I know you don’t.” “But I do.” “Let me help. Okay? Let me help you.” - Echo

9. Echo’s cybernetic reboot

This one is a lot of fun. The basic premise is that Tech and Echo have a planned reboot for Echo's cybernetics for an update that they of course didn't tell the rest of the batch about. Echo's one and only rule is to take it easy for the rest of the day while Tech goes on a solo supply run. Unfortunately Echo is stupid (affectionately). While mucking around with the rest of the batch the planned update happens and Echo passes out. Even worse: Tech isn't back yet. That leaves the rest of the batch with no idea what's going on. The following dialogue happens:

"What do we do?" - Hunter "We? I'm not helping you. You killed Echo!" - Crosshair "I didn't kill him! He's still breathing. Someone help me get him off the floor." - Hunter "Tech's gonna be so mad." - Wrecker

#the bad batch fanfiction #thanks for asking!#these two are very different fics lol #both very fun though #<3

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afterplaidshirtdays · 6 months ago

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okay here is me explaining my whole relationship for a second opinion from people who don't know me irl (as in, from all of you lovely angels)

Please tell me I’m not completely crazy, or maybe tell me I am but provide a lot of supporting evidence. The longer things go on the more I’m like….convinced I am right but I’m obviously biased since I’m in the situation!

Any additional info that I remember will be added in wherever it needs to be. This was originally written at like 10:30pm on a Sunday so I was sleepy.

This is going to be long. Don't say I didn't warn you. @marylizabetha this one is the one you asked to be tagged in!

On August 22, 2022, I met David. He was our newest hire at work, where I am a supervisor. I knew within the first few days of his being there that we were going to be friends.

My birthday that fall was kind of a mess, but he showed up at the dinner I invited everyone to anyway, and he and I went to a secondary location afterward. It was fun! Good conversation, just general getting to know each other stuff.

Fast forward to the spring of 2023, he gets a girlfriend. She seems cute! A lot of the work gang go out for drinks and she tags along....and it's lowkey a messy evening. Something in me makes me want to make sure he gets home safe, so I drive behind him the whole way to his house. I had his address in my notes app for months after that.

Fast forwarding more to October of 2023. I get back from Amsterdam, see the Eras movie, and suffer through my very first 'vid diagnosis. When I finally get back to work, he tells me very seriously that he and his girlfriend broke up, and that we could talk about it more outside of work because it was kind of ugly. So time passes and things are busy....the World Series happens and the Rangers win and that's still one of the top five best days of my life. I go to the World Series parade, and as I'm leaving the ballpark that evening I get a text message from him asking if I was there because as it turns out, he was there too. :)

My 29th birthday is the next week. I'm planning on a party....but he can't go because now he has covid. But he still texts me happy birthday and that he is sorry he can't be at the party. This is more than some people I've known for years have done.

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, it's just me, him, and one other person in the office. He and I decide that since we don't have work the next day, we're gonna go talk about his breakup. We end up going back to my apartment.....and talk, and cry, and drink. And play the piano and I make him watch the Rep tour movie. And he spends the night, upstairs, with me. But nothing happens.

This kicks off a series of not-dates and platonic sleepovers. We go ice skating, we go to IKEA, we watch movies (we watched Saltburn together, oof). And we talk! We get into the nitty gritty stuff and cry a lot and vent. That December his grandfather passed away, and I was hanging out with friends at a bar about 30 miles away and he drove up to hang out with me there that same day of his grandfather's passing.

In January, we have a freeze. As we do every year. This one happens to be over a weekend, and he sleeps over two nights in a row. This time....something happens. He kisses me. We sleep together! And this then starts something else entirely.

Later that month, I'm sitting in his backyard with him and a gentle fire. He makes a drink for me, and the lemon peel is a heart. He asks me to be his Valentine's date and buys tickets to the symphony gala because Renee Fleming will be performing. I'm the happiest girl in the world.

We attend the rodeo, we go to the gala and a beautiful dinner afterward, he goes with me to a fundraiser event for my alumnae organization....we're essentially dating. We hang out all the time! His friends are confused. My friends are excited and confused, because I haven't seriously dated anyone since college. So that March, before I go to a bachelorette weekend in Fredericksburg, I ask if I'm his girlfriend. I am. :) So it's March and I have a boyfriend.

It's a great relationship. We get to hang out a lot, I meet his friends, and his friends' families (all of whom speak Spanish and I do NOT so being la nueva novia was awkward for a little bit). I tell my mom! She meets him and she LOVES him. We help each other out for Easter gigs (both musicians). Never arguing, always able to talk about stuff even when I cry, genuinely a great relationship. We can build IKEA furniture together! We fit together well physically, as well as mentally, emotionally. We can fart around each other. Still to this day I cannot think of any complaints. Except perhaps that nobody at work could know because we weren't sure about policy.

In July, I plan a whole date themed around video games because there's a video game museum and restaurant in the metroplex. I drive, I pay, we have a good time but I can tell he's kind of low energy.

On July 4, we and his friends go river floating....but the river is low and we don't bring enough sunscreen for the absolute DEADLY LASER that the sun is that day, and I get burned and he is so focused on getting us back to our day-camp site that I'm left behind. It's not a great day, but we spend the evening together still and set off the fireworks we bought earlier that week.

The rest of July is fine! It's kinda gross but we help each other peel our sunburns and things carry on as normal. Maybe a couple headbutts here and there, but nothing major or concerning.

One day in late July we had plans to hang out, and he was going to come pick me up. Except as time nears, I don't hear from him. I text, I call...two hours pass and I decide to just fuckin drive to his house. He was ASLEEP and I'm furious and hurt. I tell him I deserve better and this is not what I signed up for.

August. My friend Natalie invited me to her birthday party and said he could come. I tell him of this plan and he says okay. But then when the day rolls around, he says he has plans, and I get mad because I had reminded him of this event literally yesterday...and he says we need to talk. So he drives over to my apartment and breaks up with me. All he says is that "his feelings have changed". I don't understand. (I still don't understand.) I ask how long he's been feeling this way. He says a couple weeks. It's August 10th, so it's been since the end of July. I ask why he didn't tell me something was wrong. He doesn't know. Communication is a weak point for him at times. He leaves, I'm devastated. I call my mom. She says it doesn't make any sense and that she feels like it's not over yet. I can only hope she's right.

I text the one friend of his for whom I have a phone number, and she says she doesn’t know why he ended things but that he has a habit of doing that, and that he said this is the healthiest relationship he’s ever been in. She leaves it at that. So do I.

We have a busy work week so I power through, but it's one of the worst weeks of my life. At the end of that week I ask if we can talk....to be honest I don't remember what we talked about, but I know I said I wanted to be friends. He also wanted to be friends. So we said we would try.

At the end of the month, there was an event at work that we were invited to. Between the work day and the event, he texts me (from his station four feet behind me) if I would go get a quick bite with him before the thing. I say yes, since we are trying to be friends. So we go, and it's a little bit awkward but it still feels SO right to be sitting with him. We talk, we laugh....it feels normal. We roll up to the event and socialize, etc. It's fun. We are so close to going to a secondary location but it starts to rain and we snap back to our senses...a secondary location may not be a good idea. Maybe later.

His birthday is in September. The Thursday before his birthday, he and I are working an off-site concert. I ask him if he has plans and he says he doesn't know...so I ask if we can hang out outside of work again, and that I would like to treat him to cocktails and charcuterie at a nice bar for his birthday. So I do. And once again, it's a great evening! We have a wonderful time. But this time....we go back to mine and activities ensure. Birthday sex, if you will.

He's off of work the entire next week. His actual birthday is that Monday. I text him a happy birthday...and he tells me he's going to the aquarium. Something we had wanted to do together. I ask for fish pics. I receive.

The next day, he's recounting to me how his friends didn't wish him a happy birthday and didn't come over for dinner like he wanted them to and how he kinda felt brushed off by them for a bit....and how he had gone to brunch with someone new that day and had invited her out that evening but she didn't go and his friends were mad at him for inviting someone brand new out. In all honesty I don't remember the specifics. He wants to date causally, and he wants to be honest with me. He asks me if it's weird. I say yes, but I'm thankful he wants to be that way. He never mentioned her again.

The day after, he tells me he's going camping in Colorado by himself to get some nature and some inspiration. I tell him to be safe and to keep me updated periodically....he texts me the whole time and sends me pictures. On his way back, it's 10pm and he asks if I'm still up. I am, so he says he's coming over. He gets here at midnight...and gives me a beautiful paper swirl art card with birds on it. He says he was going to save it for my birthday but he didn't want to forget. He sleeps on the couch that night....with the intention of getting up the next morning early and heading home because I am walking a 5k with my mom. He doesn't leave in time and his car is in the driveway when she arrives, so he has to face her for the first time since the breakup. She extends him so much kindness and grace.

(I must admit I'm getting tired, but we are almost at present day)

October passes fairly normally. We hang out sometimes, we go to the state fair and have a lot of fun, we go to a bar for Halloween and I stay over at his house (please assume any and all hangouts involve activities). My 30th birthday rolls around in November, and I spend the day with my mom and the evening with him. He cooks me dinner, we watch a movie....and then I get to receive birthday sex. Honestly it's the best birthday I've ever had.

We almost fall into a pattern again of hanging out and casually seeing each other. We drive around to see Christmas lights, and the weekend after Christmas he spends the night again. My period starts during activities, so we stop (I don't like period sex, personally), and he gets dressed and starts to scroll through his phone. I ask him what he's doing for New Year's Eve. He says he doesn't know, but probably going out. I, in my infinite girl wisdom, tell him that if his plans fall through that I'll be around...when I should have just told him I wanted to spend NYE with him. Oh well. He then says he needs to go home. And he does. And I'm left feeling rather unwanted.

So NYE rolls around, and he goes out, and I get mad. I tell him this, and then decide to catch up on Doctor Who because I was behind and had cancelled my Disney+ so I had a limited window to finish the season. He texts me Happy New Year after midnight. I tell him it sure is a new year....and then before I go to bed, I tell him I shouldn't go to bed mad, and happy new year.

I wake up around 4am to see texts from him from an hour and a half prior that he has DRIVEN TO MY APARTMENT. I text him back and tell him to PLEASE tell me when he wakes up because I am going to be a nervous wreck the whole time. I assume he had gone home since I didn't answer his original text. A car alarm goes off. Half an hour later, I get a text that he's still there. It was his car alarm. I let him in and we go upstairs and go to sleep.

In the morning, we talk about everything I had said and he apologized, because he didn't mean to make me feel that way. I have plans with my mom, so now it's my turn to get dressed and leave!

(This part is all very fresh since it just happened)

Thursday, January 2nd, he invites me over at like 10pm for hotpot. I've never had hotpot but I've been wanting to try. He works from home the next day, and I'm still on vacation, so staying up late is okay. We eat, we watch a movie, all is well in the world.

Friday, he's not feeling well and I don't want to leave while he working, so I stick around and keep him company during the work day. We get takeout Chinese for lunch and I just hang out until 9pm when I finally decide to go home (I also desperately wanted to shower). But keeping him company while he's sick isn't weird or a burden to me at all. It feels natural. Like I should be there.

The next week I am back at work! And there's Winter Weather. It's cold as fuck, but we persevere. That Friday, he realizes he will in fact have to go into the office on Saturday as scheduled instead of working from home like we had been. I ask him if he wants to spend the night at mine since I am closer to the office. He picks up dinner, we watch a movie, we go to bed.

The next morning, his car doesn't start, so I drive him to work. After work, I pick him up and we determine that he needs a new car battery, so I drive him to the local Car Battery Store. During the day, I had been running errands with my mom and I found this cool brie with mushrooms in it. It's something he would like, so I get it for him. After we fix his car, I ask if he wants to try the cheese, but he has plans with his friends. I didn't know he had these plans....so I'm somewhat heartbroken. He leaves, and I'm left at home alone.

I don't hear from him Sunday until I text asking how the party was. He says it's good! And that's it. As the week passes, I can tell something is off, so I ask him and he says he's fine and that he's just hibernating. Okay. Friday evening he's a bit more chatty, and Saturday he's in and out. I still feel like something is off, but push past it as best as I can.

This past week was kind of okay, but he's still being weird so I check in one more time and he says he's just needed to take some time for himself. I say okay just making sure, because my anxiety spiral is getting harder to dig out of....and I explain how I've felt like he's been purposefully ignoring me and doesn't want to me friends with me and all this stuff. He says we are still friends. I say the reassurance is good.

Thursday after work he asks if I wanna watch a movie. We'd talked about Emilia Perez earlier that day and we both kind of wanted to hate watch. I ask if he wants to sleep over and he says no. When we get to my place, I ask him why no sleepover....and he says that it's not healthy for either of us to do that anymore because every time he sleeps over we have sex. I tell him that I accepted this weird friends with benefits thing, and he tells me he didn't want me thinking that was the only reason he hung out with me. I say we should just watch the movie. Afterward, he's getting ready to go, and we talk about it a little more. He tells me he's sorry. I tell him I wish I had known the last time was The Last Time. He tells me that some of his hibernation time had been processing the trauma from his past relationship. I understand. I don't think he's been able to process any of it. I tell him he's important to me. He tells me he appreciates our time together. It's been three days since this conversation and while this isn't all the details, it's the important bits. I still don't know what to make of it.

We've been kinda chatty, but he is definitely a little more distant. I still don't feel like it's over, but how can I when I never was the one to decide the endings? I've had breakups before, and I'm not friends with ANY of them. So why am I still friends with him? I have a pretty good sense of Knowing, and I can't help but feel like....he's it, somehow. And trying to explain that feeling without sounding crazy is an impossible task.

Please provide opinions. Ask questions. It's 11:30 at night after the Chiefs have won the AFC for the third year in a row so I'm exhausted. I may remember more details later.

#personal #opinions welcome #insight welcome #ugly words NOT welcome and you will be blocked

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