Arrant Nonsense

It's not bad enough that I've snapped Tony right in half...but I feel like I haven't actually gone far enough. This scene is too short.

Which, of course it is, because "badwrong porn" is not a genre I write in and thus I have no earthly idea what I'm doing.

Good grief, this story is awful, y'all. I really should be writing something else...

Of course, I have to finish it. And finish it well. Because otherwise it'll bug me until I do. Friggin' plot bunnies. *growls*

I've got a little over a thousand words of badwrong Iron Man fic.

I plead alcohol.

And I have no earthly idea how I'm going to end this thing. It's first person, Tony's POV, present tense, so it's ... tough.

It's also not very good. Again, I plead alcohol. Also, there's that whole "I suck at emotions" thing going too. Because I've snapped him right in half (seems to be a trend with me, go figure), and I'd like to put him together again, at least a little, but I'm not sure how he comes back from something like this even with Pepper to anchor him. Yeah, that punch to the gut that quigonejinn is so good at? I'm...not. I tend to aim more at an "aww" reaction than a "HOLY SHIT" one. I like the comfort with my hurt.

The problem is that Pepper's not really in a place where she can offer Tony the comfort, and Tony's not really in a place where he'll take it from her anyway. So I'm stuck in this awkward spot where it needs to happen and just can't because of who they are at this particular point in time.

So. The story sucks, y'all, and will probably never see the light of day. *sigh*

No, no, no.

I am not going to write an Iron Man story wherein ( cut for the OMG this is SO badwrong... )


pensive1, you got this?