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There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"

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I'm really glad we get to see a happy/joking Jason lately. It feeds me and makes my shrivelled little heart happy.

Red Hood: Outlaws #45 (2023)

written by Patrick R. Young art by Nico Bascunan, Jeannine Halley, & Nicole Bukowska

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Red Hood: Outlaws #45 (2023)

written by Patrick R. Young art by Nico Bascunan, Jeannine Halley, & Nicole Bukowska

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dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

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also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

SpanishDict

WordReference

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

Puerto Rico

Mexico (1) (2)

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in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

“querido/a” - darling

“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)

“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess

“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen

“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically

“tesoro” - treasure

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

“te amo” - romantic

“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)

see also:

te adoro - i adore you

te deseo - i want you

te necesito - i need you

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

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A small list of random ass sites I’ve found useful when writing:

Fragrantica: perfume enthusiast site that has a long list of scents. v helpful when you’re writing your guilty pleasure abo fics

Just One Cookbook: recipe site that centers on Japanese cuisine. Lots of different recipes to browse, plenty of inspiration so you’re not just “ramen and sushi” 

This comparing heights page: gives you a visual on height differences between characters

A page on the colors of bruises+healing stages: well just that. there you go. describe your bruises properly

McCormick Science Institute: yes this is a real thing. the site shows off research on spices and gives the history on them. be historically accurate or just indulge in mindless fascination. boost your restaurant au with it

A Glossary of Astronomy Terms: to pepper in that sweet terminology for your astrophysics major college au needs

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Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because there’s really no written equivalent of “lens flare” or “slow motion montage backed by Gregorian choir”

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I was tagged by: @wicked-sugar

1. Dem Beats- Todrick Hall (feat. RuPaul)

2. Queen Speech 4- Lady Leshurr

3. Call My Name- The Unlikely Candidates

4. Survive- Rise Against

5. Stressed Out- Twenty-One Pilots

6. The Wolf- SIAMES

7. Beverly Hills- Weezer

8. The Other Side of Paradise- Glass Animals

9. Ticker Tape- Gorillaz

10. New York I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down- LCD Soundsystem.

@shyhedgehog20 @rockosarthouse @thatonenerdmom,

Post the first 10 songs that come on shuffle.

I was tagged by the music queen @thoughtslikeaminefield

Copilot by Toth

Dear John by Taylor Swift

I’m Gonna Make You Love Me by Donna Ross & the Supremes ft. the Temptations

Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado ft.Timbaland

Yellow by Caroline Pennell

Differently by Marian Hill

Like a Rock by Bob Seger

Jesus is Just Alright With Me by The Doobie Brothers

More Heart, Less Attack by needtobreathe

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk

Tagging: @ericaprice2008 @ultrarebelheart @dontshootmespence @butiaintgonnaloveem @cosicas-cuquis @lastactiontricia @impala-dreamer @because-imma-lady-assface @crashdevlin

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Pro Tony Stark blogs please reblog this post with your Tony x character ships in the tags and I’ll check out your blog, and follow you from @kamalahskhan :)

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Hi Pumpkins.

This is just a precautionary measure. I highly doubt I'll be flagged... but in case I do, you guys can still find me on AO3, under the name ThatOneNerdGirl.

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“I’m finally going to write! I have a great idea!”

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HOW TO SPEAK WRITER: 

“my characters have a mind of their own!” - no i’m not mad and yes i know i made them up but i have no idea what’s happening anymore please save me

“i’m going to write today!” - i’d actually rather wash the garden path but the house is already pristine and i’ve run out of excuses

 “this is still a rough draft so go easy on me!” - i have spent what feels like forever pouring my very soul into this but i worry it’s terrible and if you’re mean i may just cry

“i’ll update soon!” - this is utterly killing me, i don’t know how to read anymore, what are words, help 

“i just had this idea and had to share it with you guys!” - this has taken me three weeks and countless hours please love and appreciate it

“feedback appreciated :D” - please, i live for validation! i need comments!! 

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Hey pumpkins, I'm in a writing mood... Might pump out a few stories for you guys...

Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).

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Endangered (85th Floor)

So okay, here we go, as promised we are gonna pick back up with posting.

First off we start sweet because it's been a while since I've posted and 85th floor short.

So, pumpkins, here we go.

He doesn't mean to snap. Really, it was an accident. A knee jerk reaction. It really wasn't that big of a deal, just a little worker, who somehow managed to sneak down onto one of the common floors.

But then Steve swats at it with a goddamn flyswatter and Tony just reacts.

Those are his babies. It's not the bee's fault he got lost, he probably snuck down in one of the flowers currently adorning Bruce's curls. 

Tony mutters as much as he let's the bee crawl onto his finger, his own scent familiar at this point. He pointedly glares at Steve while he hands the bee off to Bruce, planting a kiss on his forehead when the bee decides it likes the small crocus flower situated by Bruce's temple.

Bruce just snickers and rolls his eyes, enjoying the gentle hum the small insect makes. He really should bring the little guy back up to the apiary, but he has a feeling that this is going to be a very memorable moment indeed.

Tony holds his hand out towards Steve, still staring at the crown of flowers on top of his fiance's head, watching the bee move to a sprig of lavender by Bruce's ear.

"Tony I-" Steve tries, placing the flyswatter in the genius's outstretched hand, wincing when that brown gaze snaps to him immediately.

"Honey bees are endangered, Steve," Tony starts, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"I-I-" Everyone in the room winced at the loud "thwap" as the flyswatter met Steve's arm.

Bruce pursed his lips, trying to keep himself from giggling at the sight, Tony looking self-satisfied, reminding him of his own grandmother and her wooden spoon, while Steve just stares at him, puppy dog eyes in full effect. Clint's cackling from the sofa, arms wrapped around his stomach, and even Natasha has an amused smile on her face.

They all listen as Tony begins his lecture, about how the bees are dying and how innocent the small one the Steve had tried to squash was. He even threw in a made up name in there, which made Bruce smile.

He chuckles as he takes Tony's hand, letting the brunet haul him up out of his chair and toward the elevator, throwing the plastic 'monstrosity' in the garbage can as he passes.

"Did you have to hit him?" Bruce asks when they're back in their greenhouse, watching as Tony checks the bee boxes. Tony makes a wounded noise at that, turning toward Bruce as he closes the box.

"We're already down a good ten percent because of mites, Brucie-Bear," Tony nods to the office where a stack of broken down boxes wait to be burned, "I'd prefer not losing any more."

Bruce has to agree with him. The bees were a pleasant addition, even Giz seemed to enjoy the little insects. They seemed happy enough, surrounded by different varieties of flowers and plants.

Gizmo meows once before crawling into Bruce's lap, pawing at a low hanging tomato. He smiles as he scratches the top of the cat's head, grabbing a twig of lavender fo use as a toy.

"Lavender," Tony comments, pinky finger dripping with honey, "Makes sense, the Primroses aren't really in season."

Bruce hums thoughtfully, blindly licking the rest of the honey off of Tony's finger when presented with it. It's very slight, but there. A slight undertone. Would go good in his nightly tea.

Nightly tea, Bruce smiles, looking at his watch. Seems about time.

"Ready?" Tony asks him, holding an arm out to take the fat tabby cat. Bruce gratefully accepts the help, wincing as the floor digs into his knees when he tries to stand.

"Come on, old man," Tony smiles at him, Gizmo dangling in one arm, the other outstretched for Bruce to grab. The physicist only chuckles, accepting the help, placing a kiss to his fiance's lips as a way of thanks.

Everyone laughs when Steve walks in with a 'Save The Bees' shirt on a week later.

Here it is, my dear readers, back to the fluff that really started this whole thing.

Don't forget to like/reblog to let me know what you think!

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The Agenda!

I wanted to post this to let you guys know that I haven’t abandoned anything. I’ve been writing in between emergencies (This week has been Hell.) I have some written up that I’ll be posting soon. Also, this blog is going to be messy for a while, I’ll be posting from mobile. First up, is going to be part of the 85th floor. I’ve got WinterIronWidow coming, possibly a continuation/alternate endings to Monster... uhm… yes. 

Still working through the 50 (now 100) prompts. If you guys want to see anything specific, let me know!! 

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send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

(Part one: 1-50)

51. “What the hell are you wearing?” 52. “Can I kiss you?” 53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!” 54. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” 55. “Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?” 56. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” 57. “Teach me to fight.” 58. “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.” 59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” 60. “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…” 61. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” 62. “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” 63. “Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.” 64. “Are you ticklish?” 65. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” 66. “The only thing I want is you.” 67. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.” 68. “PILLOW FIGHT!” 69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?” 70. “You’re so beautiful.” 71. “Kiss me, quick!” 72. “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.” 73. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 74. “Don’t let go.” 75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?” 76. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…” 77. “There was never a choice.” 78. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” 79. “That’s the third time I’ve saved your life!”  80. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” 81. “I need you to leave.” 82. “This is all your fault! I can’t believe I listened to you!” 83. “It’s always been you.” 84. “I’m dying.” 85. “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.” 86. “I guess dying with you isn’t the worse way to go.” 87. “You were never just my friend.” 88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” 89. “I’m not leaving you!” 90. “I can’t do this anymore.” 91. “I remember everything.” 92. “What do you want me to say?” 93. “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore.” 94. “I bet I can make you scream my name.” 95. “There’s no going back if we do this.” 96. “I never thought you’d hurt me but I was wrong. You hurt me the most.” 97. “I want you and I know you want me too.” 98. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.” 99. “We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.” 100. A quote of your choice.

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#Dear Listeners.

So, here's your dose of weird, kookiness. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!!!

The Winter Soldier's broadcast breaks through a few times, each time it seems there is a different person on the line.

The youngest sounding one, the one filled with joy and charm, is named Bucky, and playfully ribs Steve when they cross channels.

The middle one, James, sounds scared, terrified and scattered, thoughts all over the place in a way that is barely coherent. He insists his name is James, and he clings to Steve's voice when their channels cross. Steve is afraid for James, whose small town is being overrun by a company called HYDRA.

The third, most devoid, and frankly terrifying, is The Winter Soldier. The man seems emotionless, no fear, no playfulness. Just a low voice over a radio broadcast telling you to Hail Hydra, and the threat is only thinly veiled. Cut off one head, two more shall appear… before drifting off into muttered and dark Russian. Steve fears this version. Fears the promises in his voice.

Station Management (A.K.A. Everyone Knows you're Nick Fury) gets taken over for a brief time, by a man named Alexander Pierce. Steve doesn't like Pierce, hates how he is suddenly censored, barred from talking about everyones (his) favorite scientist. Hates how Alexander suddenly inserts himself and his own host. It feels like an invasion to his person.

There is recognition in The Winter Soldier's eyes when they first meet, one that is quickly wiped away by a mask of hollowness. The man doesn't smile, doesn't do anything unless given explicit permission from Pierce.

Something, Steve isn't sure what the *thing* was, attacked his bird, dear listeners. In the bathroom. The thing that HYDRA dumped off when they had tried to take over the station. It attacks RedWing, and Steve wants retribution. Wants it gone. Out of his station. His station buddy, his little bird. (Granted he couldn't really touch him, due to the razor sharp talons and spikes that sometimes shoot out of the bird's wings, but that's his little guy. *His.*)

HYDRA falls with the help of Sharon, the Not Angels that help Old Woman Peggy with her day to day life.

Steve isn't supposed to remember how Sharon, who is definitely not an Angel, helped him to defeat the the invaders. Isn't supposed to remember how it felt to share some of the immense power, that seemed to radiate from the being. He is definitely *not* supposed to report on it.

Life resumes, as normal as ever before, listeners. Harley Keener has successfully completed both Summer Reading Programs, and has been honored by Mayor Wanda Maximoff. The Library can be heard screeching at night now, and several small pets have been snatched up by dark tentacle-like fingers around the area. There has been no official word yet as to whether or not these two things are related, but we here at the station highly doubt it listeners.

Intern Peter has returned! His Aunt May was there to greet him when the doors to the Tower finally opened once again. He was, relatively unharmed, but seems to be able to stick to things, much like a spider. Tony has happily answered any questions, and is delighted to hear from so many of our dear listeners.

Tony is now able to manifest himself, with the help of another one of his science machines, listeners. Holographically, Tony is appearing next to him in the studio, with his own cup of holographic coffee. His goatee is trimmed to *perfection,* listeners, and Steve finds himself reaching through the blue image far too often.

Soon, Tony promised, soon he will be able to come home, with all new and exciting findings from the otherworld he found himself in. Soon.

And now, the weather…

So there it is. We have a little Bucky action here. I'll try to focus on Sam here soon, and let me know if you have questions! Hope you enjoyed!!!!

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Monster

So, here we have an ANGST ridden fic. Where Tony is the bad guy. Because he cheats. Repeatedly.

This was a way to kinda let go of all the messed up crap going on in my personal life, so it's not light, it's heavy. No real happy ending for anyone involved.

THIS IS IN NO WAY RELATED TO YES (TO TOGETHER.) IT EXISTS SOLELY ON ITS OWN.

Here we go!

It was his goddamn wedding day. Yet here he was, standing in front of a villain. A villain, who was not actually trying to thwart his wedding. Not in the typical way, anyway.

Victor was standing by the dresser, picking at the small plate of food Pepper had left for him while he got ready. On his wedding day.

(Mobile readers watch for the read more)  

"You don't have to do this," Tony shivered at the voice. Goddamn Victor and his goddamn bedroom voice. This was not fair. None of this was fair. The whole situation was fucked.

His own fault, really. He was the one who fell into bed with Victor von Doom, while still being engaged to be married. He could see Pepper now, scrambling to cover the mess of PR.

"And what am I supposed to do?" Tony asked, crossing his arms over his chest, eyebrow cocked in defiance. Part of him wanted to punch the other man, to just go on with this whole ordeal, but part of him knew that Doom was right.

"Leave with me," Victor shrugged, as if he wasn't ruining the wedding of the century, "I wouldn't let them slander your name too horribly."

"Comforting Vicky, keep talking that way and I just might take you up on the offer."

The scariest part was that part of him desperately wanted to, wanted to take the offer and leave this all behind. He and Steve were amazing, they were good together, but there was hardly a spark beyond the adrenaline of a successful fight. He was tricking himself of he wanted to believe anything beyond that. They got along fine off the field, had only fought three times, argued countless others, but they got along well enough.

They had clicked, at first, wonderfully. It seemed they were almost made for each other. But it was stagnant. Almost no room to grow, met with little desire to expand. Sooner, rather than later, Tony found himself encased in a box, trapped with no wiggle room.

That's when Vic stepped in. At a Children's Gala, of all things.

It was only one night, at first, where Tony actually felt like he could be free, break that box. It had been exhilarating, and had left him hollowed by guilt. Because he had cheated on Steve. He had broken that bond. Granted, it had been dead on his end for a while, but now, now he went and shattered it completely.

Steve hadn't even been mad. Well, no, he had been mad, three punching bags could attest to that, but he was the one who suggested they try fixing it. And Tony agreed.

Yet, he kept falling into bed with Victor. The guilt ate at him, sure, but it was like a drug. It became something he needed, something that had him crawling out of his skin if he didn't get. Made him paranoid, and snappish with Steve. Made him into a monster.

It was the challenge, that kept him coming back. Victor seemed to challenge him in ways that no one else cared to before, forcing him to change his perspective on certain issues. He never forced Tony into any particular way of thinking, only presented his evidence in a way that challenge his own ideals. It was all part of what drew him to the leader, like some kind of fucked up moth to a demonic flame.

"I can't leave, Vic," Tony sighed, ignoring the way his heart thundered in his chest as Victor approached him.

"It's a shame," A hand was trailing down his face in a mockingly gentle caress. It was never gentle. This thing between them? Almost always Tony had to hide bruises on his thighs, his neck, chest littered with marks. They had long since faded, and Tony found himself almost yearning for those little spots of remembrance, those reminders.

Doom leaned in close, pressing his lips to Tony's cheek when one confused tear broke from his eye. Tony resisted the urge to turn, to take this so much further. To ruin this room, his tux, ruin his life. *God,* he wanted, and that was the most horrifying part.

"You make me want things I can't have." Tony whispered, missing the way Doom smirked at the comment, turning away and facing the vanity.

He ignored the way his chest hollowed when the door closed, tried his best to shut out the thoughts racing around his head. What a monster he was, he thought as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

So, there it is. Posting is going to be pretty much all the back work I have saved, for right now. There's a lot of shit going on personally that is just draining.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed my little venture into villainizing Tony Stark. Based on the dialogue prompt of "You make me want things I can't have."

Don't forget to like/reblog to let me know what you think!!