PRINCESS MONSTER WIFE

So, one time I was super sick and for some reason the only thing I could manage was to hold my head at a certain angle on lodessa's couch and write Annie/Jeff porn, and then when I was well again I didn't want to look at it. Then months later, I was once again marooned on the same couch and wrote the other half of the fic. And then months later after that I remembered it and looked and was like, "Jesus this is basically an entire fic minus a few goofy parenthetical asides that I should probably edit out, I will definitely clean it up and post it soon."

And that was a year ago because...of...reasons. (There are literally no reasons for any of this. Including why I chose tonight to finally finish it.)

Despite everything, here we are with two years between today and that fateful flu-ridden night, and

Erotic Hermeneutics of Failure (2119 words) by TrisB
Fandom: Community
Rating: Explicit
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Annie Edison/Jeff Winger
Characters: Jeff Winger, Annie Edison
Summary: Her first attempt at sober and well-lit sex with an adult who she likes and it sucked.

is a thing that exists.

Let us never speak of this again.


P.S. Also I've written a couple of Trek drabbles, about Keiko and Winn respectively, that I am probably willing to speak of again. And they are on AO3 also. Woo.

This entry is a whole lotta very personal tl;dr about seeing myself in fictional characters and sorting through those reactions and how I process fiction and emotions. Contains: self-description (ugh), reflections on my jerkiness and anxiety, self-indulgent biases. Does not contain: real meta, a conclusion, or proof-reading, or perspective whatsoever.

( navel-gazing tangentially concerning james t kirk, nyota uhura, britta perry, and naomi campbell. )