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masterofmidgetsSuccess! I finally made a batch of bread in the bread machine that didn't have a crater in the top big enough to float a boat. Thank the gods for high altitude flour, which is making all the difference in the attractiveness of my baked goods. It did still fall, though, if not as badly as before, so I think next step is to decrease the yeast by a bit. The breads I've made with smaller amounts of yeast have been much more normal-looking, and I think it may just be a fault with this particular recipe. We'll see.
I'm slowly getting unstressed to the point of being able to write again, and to prove it I accidentally wrote 1400 words worth of Fraser/Diefenbaker gen last night. Not posting it, because a few bits need to be reworked and and the ending is lacking in something I cannot figure out. But it exists, and that is progress!
While I was doing spring cleaning on my hard drive this afternoon, I found these bits of Steve/Tony fic I never did anything with. I think they were supposed to be part of a larger fic set during the current Iron Man storyline, and they obviously had something to do with Tony killing himself, but I really have no idea where I was going with this. So here, have some contextless uber-angst.
The butt of the gun is heavy in his hand, the steel of the barrel is cold where it presses against his temple, but he doesn’t flinch.
“Tell Steve I love him,” Tony says, and pulls the trigger.
Tony Stark is having a dream.
It’s a dream about something that never happened, if that matters.
He’s lying in bed and everything is blue, the sheets and the pillows and the light through the window and all the bare skin he can see, like he’s in the ocean, or maybe the sky, it’s beautiful, and Steve is lying there with him. It’s not a sex dream, though he’s naked and he knows they’ve just made love. Steve is holding him, that’s all, one arm heavy across his shoulder, weighting him down and pulling him tight against the warmth of Steve’s body. Their legs are tangled together, and Steve’s huge, callous-rough hand is gentle on his hip, and his breath is ruffling Tony’s hair with every steady, sleepy exhalation.
Tony can feel Steve’s heart beating where his head rests against Steve’s chest.
It’s a happy dream, and Tony wakes up on the floor of the warehouse with tears in his eyes.
I'm slowly getting unstressed to the point of being able to write again, and to prove it I accidentally wrote 1400 words worth of Fraser/Diefenbaker gen last night. Not posting it, because a few bits need to be reworked and and the ending is lacking in something I cannot figure out. But it exists, and that is progress!
While I was doing spring cleaning on my hard drive this afternoon, I found these bits of Steve/Tony fic I never did anything with. I think they were supposed to be part of a larger fic set during the current Iron Man storyline, and they obviously had something to do with Tony killing himself, but I really have no idea where I was going with this. So here, have some contextless uber-angst.
The butt of the gun is heavy in his hand, the steel of the barrel is cold where it presses against his temple, but he doesn’t flinch.
“Tell Steve I love him,” Tony says, and pulls the trigger.
Tony Stark is having a dream.
It’s a dream about something that never happened, if that matters.
He’s lying in bed and everything is blue, the sheets and the pillows and the light through the window and all the bare skin he can see, like he’s in the ocean, or maybe the sky, it’s beautiful, and Steve is lying there with him. It’s not a sex dream, though he’s naked and he knows they’ve just made love. Steve is holding him, that’s all, one arm heavy across his shoulder, weighting him down and pulling him tight against the warmth of Steve’s body. Their legs are tangled together, and Steve’s huge, callous-rough hand is gentle on his hip, and his breath is ruffling Tony’s hair with every steady, sleepy exhalation.
Tony can feel Steve’s heart beating where his head rests against Steve’s chest.
It’s a happy dream, and Tony wakes up on the floor of the warehouse with tears in his eyes.