Good god. Notes for X-Pride II now at 2.5K, and the rest of the thing has been more-or-less plotted out, taking into account ALLLLL THE SCENES that kept popping into my head and I jotted down as and when I thought of them. Anticipated word length remaining (over the 25K already written): ~40K, probably on the wrong side thereof. OH GOD. I have come to suspect that this
is why I steer clear of writing established relationship fics -- because the word count goes INSANE when I do. :/ Nevertheless, I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I'VE HAD THIS MUCH FUN WRITING A FIC SOLO. I mean, writing collabs with delicatale
superfun, but I guess I'd kind of forgotten a little what it was like to have AN EPIC MF STORY to tell by yourself. All the twisty turny bits and pieces, all the asides, the fluff, the angst
, the angsty fluff, the domestic fluff, JESUS. ♥
I plan to take a bit of a trip out of town for the next few days, go to Sofia and then on to gran's, catch up with my cousin, maybe stardust_made
if she has the time (do you, love?), since I'm off work for the rest of the week, yay!! I anticipate A FUCKLOAD OF WRITING getting done. \0/ \0/ \0/
In other news, I was listening to The Mountain Goats' Sometime I still feel the bruise
, which is a part of the X-Pride II soundtrack (yes, there is one. I don't think I've stopped listening to it for four days straight, ever since I compiled it), and I was staring into space (as you do), waiting for the words to come, and I actually listened to the lyrics.
AND ISN'T THIS JUST THE MOST PERFECT STEVE/TONY SONG EVER??
Because, right, you have Steve sort of maybe a bit hopelessly in love with Tony, who he thinks couldn't care less about him; and maybe Tony's a dick to him, because, you know how he can get, and Steve is all stoically miserable but won't ever let anyone see this. And anyway, you know how Clint is listening to all kinds of music, and this is maybe the most maudlin song on his iPod, but it sort of reminds him of
This One Girl
Phil MF Coulson, BAMF extraordinaire and so far above him as to be completely untouchable, and when Clint's in a mopey mood one day he puts his iPod on speaker in the common room with that song tucked in amongst the more ARGH FUCK OFF-type music, BECAUSE HE'S ALLOWED TO FEEL MOPEY EVERY NOW AND AGAIN, DAMN IT, and Steve hears it, and.
And it aches, okay, it aches just like the bruise this guy is singing about, and maybe there's Tony, strutting in with something-or-other, maybe coffee or food or one of his more insane new inventions, and Steve has to maybe leave the room for a moment, because that song is on, and it's the I'm under no illusion/As to what I meant to you/But you left an impression/Sometimes I still feel the bruise
lyrics coming on RIGHT FUCKING THEN, the universe obviously hates Steve, and. He's been doing pretty well, all things considered, with the knowledge fresh that both Peggy and Bucky are gonegonegone
, and maybe he just needs a moment, okay, a moment to pull himself together.
Only Tony's a dick, right, he won't leave well enough alone, what the fucking hell, and he follows, all "what crawled up your ass and died, Rogers", and, well.
IDK how it ends (well, OBVIOUSLY it has a happy ending, somehow, hello, have you met
me); PERHAPS SOMEONE COULD TELL ME. Go on, I feel the need for a bit of Steve/Tony fluff to distract me from all the Charles-and-Erik, as much as I love them. TELL ME A STORY, YOU GUYS. <3
In conclusion, ALLLLL THE BOYS IN LOVE EVER. I've... maybe had a bit too much coffee. Er. Sorry about this. >.>;;