They're harsher than yours
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brilligspoonsApparently we live in a world where I have David Mitchell/WILTY dreams and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mcwonthelottery does not. I don't really understand it, but that is a thing that happened last night. I mean, I like David Mitchell and all, I just didn't think my admiration had reached dream level already.
Anyway. The weekend was good! I got to hang out with friends on Saturday, and then yesterday afternoon I watched the EE of Return of the King and ended up drowning in feelings in re: Eowyn, Eowyn/Faramir, and the 4 hobbits, as you do. I'm actually surprised at how little I remembered of the extended scenes - it was sort of like watching the whole thing for the very first time again, which pleased me. I'm also (finally) starting to get excited for the first Hobbit movie to be out. I like to think I can trust Peter Jackson not to fuck it up, but fingers crossed, just in case.
In other news, I like it when I'm able to cross things off my lists.
-write the first Queer Fest fic (posting date: 5/28)
-finish the Suits BBMU story and have it beta read (posting date: 6/5)
-figure out where I'm going to host the BBMU mix (posting date: 6/6)
-write second Queer Fest fic (posting date: 6/10)
-finish the Marvel ladies BBMU story and have it beta read (posting date: 6/11)
-write third Queer Fest fic (posting date: 6/16) / I'm about a third of the way through this one.
-write both ZombiFICation fics and submit to mods before 6/23 / One of these has been submitted already.
The Suits story drove me up a wall towards the end, but it's DONE and mostly ready for posting tomorrow. So now I just have to write the rest of the Marvel ladies AU, figure out what I'm doing for the QF fic due on the 10th, and then I'm...in a good spot for a change. :D
*flop*
I've had the first part of this story in my In Progress folder for months, and I decided yesterday that my reward for finishing the first BBMU would be to work on it. The prompt came off a bingo card, so if you're wondering why the hell I even started writing it in the first place, that would be your answer.
***
There's a thin line of something red slowly seeping through the fabric of Steve's t-shirt. It starts out brilliant scarlet against the white, then darkens into a fine burgundy that makes Tony think of the wine his mother used to pour for special guests on momentous occasions. Transfixed and dazed, he watches the color spread and splinter, forming jagged veins and branches across Steve's side until the in between sections fill out and destroy the whole effect.
"Steve," he says, mouth inexplicably dry, "you should check your stitches."
Steve, who has been hunched over a sketchbook for the last hour or two, jumps at the sound of Tony's voice and sits back up, straightening his spine with an audible crack. He winces and brings a free hand up to press against his wounded side. Tony draws in a ragged breath when Steve lowers the hand again, now damp and red-tinged. Steve seems surprised by the sight.
"Oh, I didn't even realize," he says. He prods at the wound gently once more before standing and tossing his sketchbook down on his seat. "You have a first aid kit somewhere?"
"You should really see a real life doctor," Tony hears himself saying. Steve gives him a look, and he backtracks. "Yeah, there's a kit in the workroom downstairs. Bookcase on the left of the door, top shelf, can't miss it."
"Do you want to supervise, or can I do this on my own?" Steve asks.
Tony coughs. "I - what?"
"It's just," Steve says, and then he stops and sighs. "Nothing, never mind. Top shelf, you said?"
Tony nods, and Steve waves a bloody hand at him as he passes by on his way down to the workroom. Once he's out of sight, Tony sinks down into a nearby chair and tries to remember how to breathe.
***
Steve's wound heals, the stain comes out of the shirt with some extra care and attention, and Tony can't get the image out of his head.
It's not like he can help it, really. Steve has more or less coerced Tony into sparring with him on a regular basis, citing concern over Tony's ability to defend himself without the suit ("I'm working on that," Tony says, but Steve has already walked away, so the point is completely lost), which means there is an awful lot of shirtless, sweaty Steve to see throughout the week. Tony witnesses the line of stitches turn into an angry red slash that quickly fades into pink and then barely-noticeable, until one day Steve takes off his shirt to change and nothing's there.
Tony dreams about it that night.
It's the brawl they'd been in a few weeks ago, only Tony's not in the armor as he remembers. Instead, he's wearing the HYDRA uniform, and there's a knife in his hand, already bloodied. Steve is on the ground by his feet, abdomen exposed where his uniform has been slashed open by a piece of shrapnel, or something, Tony can't remember the specifics. He blinks, and then he's kneeling on the ground, the flat of his knife pressed onto Steve's skin beneath the cut. He reaches out a hand and presses down on the wound with one finger. Steve's pained hiss sends a rush of heat down Tony's spine, blooming into a full-body flush at the sight of Steve's blood on his glove, and Tony can't help himself, so he leans forward and -
- wakes up.
When Steve comes to find him later that day, Tony can't look him in the eye.
...yeah.
Back to work! Fuck Monday!
mcwonthelottery does not. I don't really understand it, but that is a thing that happened last night. I mean, I like David Mitchell and all, I just didn't think my admiration had reached dream level already.Anyway. The weekend was good! I got to hang out with friends on Saturday, and then yesterday afternoon I watched the EE of Return of the King and ended up drowning in feelings in re: Eowyn, Eowyn/Faramir, and the 4 hobbits, as you do. I'm actually surprised at how little I remembered of the extended scenes - it was sort of like watching the whole thing for the very first time again, which pleased me. I'm also (finally) starting to get excited for the first Hobbit movie to be out. I like to think I can trust Peter Jackson not to fuck it up, but fingers crossed, just in case.
In other news, I like it when I'm able to cross things off my lists.
-write second Queer Fest fic (posting date: 6/10)
-finish the Marvel ladies BBMU story and have it beta read (posting date: 6/11)
-write third Queer Fest fic (posting date: 6/16) / I'm about a third of the way through this one.
-write both ZombiFICation fics and submit to mods before 6/23 / One of these has been submitted already.
The Suits story drove me up a wall towards the end, but it's DONE and mostly ready for posting tomorrow. So now I just have to write the rest of the Marvel ladies AU, figure out what I'm doing for the QF fic due on the 10th, and then I'm...in a good spot for a change. :D
*flop*
I've had the first part of this story in my In Progress folder for months, and I decided yesterday that my reward for finishing the first BBMU would be to work on it. The prompt came off a bingo card, so if you're wondering why the hell I even started writing it in the first place, that would be your answer.
***
There's a thin line of something red slowly seeping through the fabric of Steve's t-shirt. It starts out brilliant scarlet against the white, then darkens into a fine burgundy that makes Tony think of the wine his mother used to pour for special guests on momentous occasions. Transfixed and dazed, he watches the color spread and splinter, forming jagged veins and branches across Steve's side until the in between sections fill out and destroy the whole effect.
"Steve," he says, mouth inexplicably dry, "you should check your stitches."
Steve, who has been hunched over a sketchbook for the last hour or two, jumps at the sound of Tony's voice and sits back up, straightening his spine with an audible crack. He winces and brings a free hand up to press against his wounded side. Tony draws in a ragged breath when Steve lowers the hand again, now damp and red-tinged. Steve seems surprised by the sight.
"Oh, I didn't even realize," he says. He prods at the wound gently once more before standing and tossing his sketchbook down on his seat. "You have a first aid kit somewhere?"
"You should really see a real life doctor," Tony hears himself saying. Steve gives him a look, and he backtracks. "Yeah, there's a kit in the workroom downstairs. Bookcase on the left of the door, top shelf, can't miss it."
"Do you want to supervise, or can I do this on my own?" Steve asks.
Tony coughs. "I - what?"
"It's just," Steve says, and then he stops and sighs. "Nothing, never mind. Top shelf, you said?"
Tony nods, and Steve waves a bloody hand at him as he passes by on his way down to the workroom. Once he's out of sight, Tony sinks down into a nearby chair and tries to remember how to breathe.
***
Steve's wound heals, the stain comes out of the shirt with some extra care and attention, and Tony can't get the image out of his head.
It's not like he can help it, really. Steve has more or less coerced Tony into sparring with him on a regular basis, citing concern over Tony's ability to defend himself without the suit ("I'm working on that," Tony says, but Steve has already walked away, so the point is completely lost), which means there is an awful lot of shirtless, sweaty Steve to see throughout the week. Tony witnesses the line of stitches turn into an angry red slash that quickly fades into pink and then barely-noticeable, until one day Steve takes off his shirt to change and nothing's there.
Tony dreams about it that night.
It's the brawl they'd been in a few weeks ago, only Tony's not in the armor as he remembers. Instead, he's wearing the HYDRA uniform, and there's a knife in his hand, already bloodied. Steve is on the ground by his feet, abdomen exposed where his uniform has been slashed open by a piece of shrapnel, or something, Tony can't remember the specifics. He blinks, and then he's kneeling on the ground, the flat of his knife pressed onto Steve's skin beneath the cut. He reaches out a hand and presses down on the wound with one finger. Steve's pained hiss sends a rush of heat down Tony's spine, blooming into a full-body flush at the sight of Steve's blood on his glove, and Tony can't help himself, so he leans forward and -
- wakes up.
When Steve comes to find him later that day, Tony can't look him in the eye.
...yeah.
Back to work! Fuck Monday!
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Date: 2012-06-04 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-04 05:12 pm (UTC)Except there would never be an extended discussion of any kind with David Mitchell about pop music unless it was "Reasons why this shouldn't exist" or "Things I give no fucks about".
But oh man. I love it. This is the best. I will live vicariously through your dreams.
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Date: 2012-06-04 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-04 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-05 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-04 10:13 pm (UTC)*This is me trying to get you to write me fic. Fic that can wait a million years until you're finished everything that is on your list.*
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Date: 2012-06-04 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-05 01:34 am (UTC)I also noticed that your finished your fic for our BBMU, and I was wondering if you had any details you wanted to share which might help me make a more relevant mix cover for it? Since I'm finally finished with my exams, I figured that I may as well try and whip something up before we post tomorrow. :P
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Date: 2012-06-05 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-05 01:45 am (UTC)Question, though: do you know what time you'll be posting tomorrow? I'm going to put it up on AO3 and link that to
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Date: 2012-06-05 02:02 am (UTC)Um, I'm not really sure. Early evening is looking like the best time for me tomorrow, but I'm open for most of the day, so if you have any conflicts or reqests, please do let me know!
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Date: 2012-06-05 02:05 am (UTC)Hmm, okay! If I posted the story at like 4pm (er, EDT) and sent you the link, would that be cool?
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Date: 2012-06-05 02:14 am (UTC)Sure! :)
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Date: 2012-06-05 02:21 am (UTC)