The less I say about finals, the better. Um. Distract me, please? I want to write Pepper/Tony, but I don't know what to write, exactly. So, uh... prompts, I guess? Give me a
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this is such a wildly self-indulgent response, i can't even. um. futurefic!mekosuchinaeMay 20 2008, 18:42:50 UTC
Pepper looked up from the cards just in time to see Tony rushing for the stairs in a state of fully clothed disarray. "Thank you, Carrie," she said, quickly shuffling the cards back into some semblance of order. "These are very good."
Carrie looked pleased, her cheeks reddening under the cascade of dark curls framing her face. "Do you really think so, ma'am? Leslie wasn't sure--"
"Then tell Leslie they're very good, and if she has any questions, she needs to speak with me," said Pepper. "Would you excuse me? I need to--"
"Oh, yes!" said Carrie. She held up her hands, palms out. "I mean, yes, I understand, of course."
Pepper caught up with Tony on the second curve of the spiral staircase. He didn't look up. "How's the new assistant?" he said to his tie, fumbling with the knot.
"Very smart," she said, "but not very confident."
"She'll learn." He slipped to the side to let Pepper in beside him. "Cards?"
She passed them on. "Violet?" she said.
Tony blinked at her, then glanced down at his tie. "I prefer 'burgundy.'"
"Then wear burgundy."
"What's with the fashion drill? Did I miss something?"
Pepper tapped the card before him. "Remember, you need to address the security measures at--"
"--the arc plant, yes, yes, I know, I know what to say--"
"And please don't improvise, Tony, I mean it."
Tony stopped on the last step, swinging around on his heel to face her. Light from the window at his back sank into the black of his jacket. "I'm not a child, Pepper. I have read statements before. I can do this."
"Yes, you can," she agreed. "Hold still, you have a little--"
She wiped at his cheek, then granted him a quick look at the ketchup smeared on her thumb.
"What would I do without you?" said Tony. "Aside from the obvious humiliating myself in front of a very large group of photographers with very good cameras."
Pepper sucked her thumb clean. "I'd rather not think about that," she confessed.
"Right, you're right, that's negative thinking. Banishing it now." He ran his fingers through his hair, then flashed his hands out, as though he were dragging the very thought from his head. "And ... gone," he said. His hands dropped to his collar.
"Let me," she said.
He hitched his chin up and Pepper reached for his tie, tightening the knot, straightening the folds, gently guiding it from grace to elegance.
Pepper aligned the tails and judging her work acceptable, she brushed his shoulders clean. She fixed him with the sternest of her many and varied stern gazes, each of them known to him and equally effective. "Repeat after me," she said. "'I will not be taking any questions at this time.'"
With an air of unassuming majesty, Tony gazed in the general direction of the ceiling. The light from the window ran silver through his hair, lighting the wings at his temples and bringing attention at last to the slight and lonesome hairs cropping up near his crown. Pepper raised her eyebrows.
After a moment, he looked round in an exaggerated mimicry of surprise. "Oh. You were talking to me?"
"Funny, that," she said, "what with you being the only other person in here."
"I just wasn't sure. It's entirely within the realm of possibility that you were--"
Pepper straightened his lapels.
"No questions," he said. "Got it. Read the statement, get lunch, come home. If you straighten my suit any more, I'm not going to be able to bend my arms. How do I look?"
Pepper patted his breast and leaned back, eyeing him critically. "Old," she told him at last, "but dignified. Please don't wrinkle your tie."
"Honesty becomes you," said Tony, "but flattery will get you nowhere."
She smiled down upon him, at the silver in his hair and the light on his face. "Will there be anything else?"
"Tell me something about my eyes."
"They're rheumy and grey," she said, "and you need to start wearing glasses."
"Don't stop," he told her. "You're turning me on."
"Not in front of the reporters, I hope."
"No need for panic, Mrs Stark," he said, straightening his shoulders in the manner of a man prepared to brave the darkest of storms. "When the passion threatens to overwhelm me, I'll just think about your bony knees poking me in the ribs. Problem solved."
"Once again you've saved the day, Mr Stark," she said quite seriously.
Tony stepped up, pressing a warm, dry kiss to the peaking corner of her mouth. "Wish me luck," he said.
I love self-indulgent! I love that you made them married. I love that this is the first email I clicked open when I woke up. They have this easy comfort between them, even when Pepper is taking care of them.
"When the passion threatens to overwhelm me, I'll just think about your bony knees poking me in the ribs. Problem solved."
You know one of the things I keep thinking to myself is how they banter and carry on like an old married couple, this fic sort of goes hand and hand with that. You're such a mind-reader. This is lovely, thank you for indulging me with your self indulgence ;)
"No need for panic, Mrs Stark." I squealed out loud when I read that. I KNEW it! I knew they were gonna be married right from the start! And yes, they totally carry on like an old married couple. How fitting ;)
Tony blinked at her, then glanced down at his tie. "I prefer 'burgundy.'"
"Then wear burgundy."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA. ::dies:: Oh, I love it. I'm so glad I checked in to see if you'd written any more of these, because this is just adorable. MEEP at "Mr. Stark" / "Mrs. Stark". And I adore the idea of Pepper having an assistant, and shaking her head over the girl's lack of confidence. Oh, Pepper.
Evidently, you should be self-indulgent more often. Yes. I love this line in particular, because it's such a very RDJ/Tony gesture and you've managed to capture it perfectly:
He ran his fingers through his hair, then flashed his hands out, as though he were dragging the very thought from his head. "And ... gone," he said.
And.. just the whole thing is so sweet and lovely and awesome. I want to draw little hearts all over the screen. Thank you!
Eeeee. I'm sorry, I'm a sucker at heart and these two! All happy marrieds and well-worn efficiency!
"They're rheumy and grey," she said, "and you need to start wearing glasses."
"Don't stop," he told her. "You're turning me on."
And banter! Cute, happy marrieds banter! Because they work so well together, and these little glimpse into a possible future makes it seem, well, possible.
They are so comfortable with each other in this fic I can feel the warmth and love as I read the fic. In addition, I quite like the idea of Pepper pushing for Tony to wear glasses - I bet he would look real hot in them ;)
Please, please be self-indulgent with them forever? Because I just know we're going to get lots and lots of angst and misery on-screen, and I will desperately need these beautiful, wibble-making glimpses of what can/should/will be.
After a moment, he looked round in an exaggerated mimicry of surprise. "Oh. You were talking to me?"
Carrie looked pleased, her cheeks reddening under the cascade of dark curls framing her face. "Do you really think so, ma'am? Leslie wasn't sure--"
"Then tell Leslie they're very good, and if she has any questions, she needs to speak with me," said Pepper. "Would you excuse me? I need to--"
"Oh, yes!" said Carrie. She held up her hands, palms out. "I mean, yes, I understand, of course."
Pepper caught up with Tony on the second curve of the spiral staircase. He didn't look up. "How's the new assistant?" he said to his tie, fumbling with the knot.
"Very smart," she said, "but not very confident."
"She'll learn." He slipped to the side to let Pepper in beside him. "Cards?"
She passed them on. "Violet?" she said.
Tony blinked at her, then glanced down at his tie. "I prefer 'burgundy.'"
"Then wear burgundy."
"What's with the fashion drill? Did I miss something?"
Pepper tapped the card before him. "Remember, you need to address the security measures at--"
"--the arc plant, yes, yes, I know, I know what to say--"
"And please don't improvise, Tony, I mean it."
Tony stopped on the last step, swinging around on his heel to face her. Light from the window at his back sank into the black of his jacket. "I'm not a child, Pepper. I have read statements before. I can do this."
"Yes, you can," she agreed. "Hold still, you have a little--"
She wiped at his cheek, then granted him a quick look at the ketchup smeared on her thumb.
"What would I do without you?" said Tony. "Aside from the obvious humiliating myself in front of a very large group of photographers with very good cameras."
Pepper sucked her thumb clean. "I'd rather not think about that," she confessed.
"Right, you're right, that's negative thinking. Banishing it now." He ran his fingers through his hair, then flashed his hands out, as though he were dragging the very thought from his head. "And ... gone," he said. His hands dropped to his collar.
"Let me," she said.
He hitched his chin up and Pepper reached for his tie, tightening the knot, straightening the folds, gently guiding it from grace to elegance.
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With an air of unassuming majesty, Tony gazed in the general direction of the ceiling. The light from the window ran silver through his hair, lighting the wings at his temples and bringing attention at last to the slight and lonesome hairs cropping up near his crown. Pepper raised her eyebrows.
After a moment, he looked round in an exaggerated mimicry of surprise. "Oh. You were talking to me?"
"Funny, that," she said, "what with you being the only other person in here."
"I just wasn't sure. It's entirely within the realm of possibility that you were--"
Pepper straightened his lapels.
"No questions," he said. "Got it. Read the statement, get lunch, come home. If you straighten my suit any more, I'm not going to be able to bend my arms. How do I look?"
Pepper patted his breast and leaned back, eyeing him critically. "Old," she told him at last, "but dignified. Please don't wrinkle your tie."
"Honesty becomes you," said Tony, "but flattery will get you nowhere."
She smiled down upon him, at the silver in his hair and the light on his face. "Will there be anything else?"
"Tell me something about my eyes."
"They're rheumy and grey," she said, "and you need to start wearing glasses."
"Don't stop," he told her. "You're turning me on."
"Not in front of the reporters, I hope."
"No need for panic, Mrs Stark," he said, straightening his shoulders in the manner of a man prepared to brave the darkest of storms. "When the passion threatens to overwhelm me, I'll just think about your bony knees poking me in the ribs. Problem solved."
"Once again you've saved the day, Mr Stark," she said quite seriously.
Tony stepped up, pressing a warm, dry kiss to the peaking corner of her mouth. "Wish me luck," he said.
Pepper brushed her fingers through his hair.
"Luck," she said.
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"When the passion threatens to overwhelm me, I'll just think about your bony knees poking me in the ribs. Problem solved."
You know one of the things I keep thinking to myself is how they banter and carry on like an old married couple, this fic sort of goes hand and hand with that. You're such a mind-reader. This is lovely, thank you for indulging me with your self indulgence ;)
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"No need for panic, Mrs Stark."
I squealed out loud when I read that. I KNEW it! I knew they were gonna be married right from the start! And yes, they totally carry on like an old married couple. How fitting ;)
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Tony blinked at her, then glanced down at his tie. "I prefer 'burgundy.'"
"Then wear burgundy."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA. ::dies:: Oh, I love it. I'm so glad I checked in to see if you'd written any more of these, because this is just adorable. MEEP at "Mr. Stark" / "Mrs. Stark". And I adore the idea of Pepper having an assistant, and shaking her head over the girl's lack of confidence. Oh, Pepper.
Awesome banter as always. YAY!
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He ran his fingers through his hair, then flashed his hands out, as though he were dragging the very thought from his head. "And ... gone," he said.
And.. just the whole thing is so sweet and lovely and awesome. I want to draw little hearts all over the screen. Thank you!
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"They're rheumy and grey," she said, "and you need to start wearing glasses."
"Don't stop," he told her. "You're turning me on."
And banter! Cute, happy marrieds banter! Because they work so well together, and these little glimpse into a possible future makes it seem, well, possible.
I agree, self-indulgence TOTALLY becomes you.
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They are so comfortable with each other in this fic I can feel the warmth and love as I read the fic. In addition, I quite like the idea of Pepper pushing for Tony to wear glasses - I bet he would look real hot in them ;)
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After a moment, he looked round in an exaggerated mimicry of surprise. "Oh. You were talking to me?"
OMG so Tony. All of it ... so them.
Thanks!
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