Look, I know it’s Thursday. But yesterday I had a migraine, and you don’t actually have to read about baby Izzy Hands and Sam Bellamy if you don’t want to.
“Izzy! Wait!”
Izzy deliberately and very, very noticeably ignored the call, trudging further down the beach and kicking up as much sand as possible with every dragging step. He didn’t have any expectations of getting away–Sam’s legs were longer, and he was actually running, while Izzy was moving at what could generously be described as a brisk walk and only putting in enough effort to make a point. It was the principle of the thing.
“Izzy!” Sam gasped by his ear, having already caught up and grabbing his arm with both hands to pull them both to a stop, more breathless from laughter than his brief sprint. “Come on, here. I just wanna know.”
“Fuck off,” Izzy spat, pulling perfunctorily at his grasp so Sam could tug him back.
“Don’t be like that,” Sam chided lightly, and Izzy didn’t have to look to know he was grinning like a loon, could hear it in the lift and fall of every word. “I wasn’t making fun of you.”
Izzy turned just enough to scowl wordlessly at him.
“I was teasing you a little,” Sam conceded–because that was different somehow–but his smile softened and turned sheepish, and he tipped his head placatingly. “If I say sorry, will you tell me?”
Thought I was gonna have one night where I didn’t cry about Izzy Hands, but then “Like I Can” came up on the shuffle, so there’s that out the window.
Update: Shuffle also threw the Glee cover of “Hopelessly Devoted” and “Halfway Gone” by Lifehouse at me, so I think it’s time to put the phone down for awhile.
Currently obsessed with and devastated by the concept of Izzy having feelings for someone else besides (or in addition to) Ed and fervently denying it because he knows what being in love feels like and this feels completely different from being in love with Ed and being pressed to admit that the difference is that this actually makes him feel good and happy.
*snaps out of still, silent reverie, eyes wide and crazed* I’m going to give Israel Hands a cat.
Izzy hands is Ed’s angry chihuahua this, Izzy Hands should be Stede’s ill-tempered purse dog that, NO - Izzy Hands is a hates-everyone-but-its-person cat, half feral and allergic to change, and maybe he would stop trying to claw everyone’s face off if he had an actual kittycat to pet and lay his face against when he gets overwhelmed.
Social integration and community bonding through cat adoption. That’s it, that’s the fic I’m planning.
not to reused the same meme format twice in one day, but, uh
how it started: okay i’m resigned to writing OFMD fic instead of working on one of my WIPs, I’ll just knock out something short and kink focussed with just izzy and ed, 3,000 words max
how it continued: okay, well I guess this is going to be stede pov poly negotiation fic, that’s a totally normal place to end up from where i started, but whatever, at least it’ll be short
how it’s going: i’m 6000 words in, 0 actual poly negotiation has happened yet, but I did just write lucius giving a passionate speech about the importance of queer as an umbrella identity, so that’s… wait what was I supposed to be writing again?
how it started: OFMD was fun, i liked more about it than i disliked, but I’m probably never going to come back to it now I’m watched it
how it continued: people who are attracted to izzy hands are deranged (affectionate, but confused) but some of them are amazing writers and they’re not wrong that he’s a deeply traumatised questionably-canonically-queer liar, and that doesdescribe pretty much every character I get invested in these days
how it’s currently going: I am halfway through writing a scene were stede accidentally asks izzy hands if he’s a dom and izzy laughs so hard he cries at the concept that he might ever top anyone and then threatens to murder stede if he ever tells anyone that he’s capable of laughing.
