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Title: The Hazards of Rick Astley (NaDraWriMo: Day 4)
Fandom: Iron Man
Characters/Pairing: Tony Stark and JARVIS
Spoilers: Iron Man movieverse
Rating: PG
Word Count: 235
Summary: JARVIS has a litle fun with Tony. Pure fluff for my own amusement.
Notes: Instead of National Novel Writing Month, I'll be attempting to drabble/ficlet once a day throughout the month of November. They're going to be quick, dirty, and all betaed by the lovely ittykat and zenni (who is doing the same thing!). The idea is just to get my lazy and work-bogged self writing again, and writing for things that aren't RP.
I guess I'm just exploring Tony's vices right now. Oprah and the View last night, and tonight, the New York Mets. (My Tony headvoice is a GIANT Mets fan. I don't know why, but he is. I've tried to get him to convert to the Cubs, but it's just not happening. He loves his Mets!)
The Mets were playing in Seattle that evening. Tony was somewhere above Egypt. The situation was depressing.
"JARVIS?" He asked as he flew over the pyramids. The sun was just coming up and if he'd cared, he might have appreciated the beauty of the whole thing. But he just wanted to get home.
"Yes, sir?"
"Can you patch through the Gameday audio for the Mets/Mariners game?"
"Of course, sir."
The flight, first across the Sahara and then across the Atlantic, was a long one. He was going to need the company, even if the company was just Jose Reyes and the rest with a few baseball announcers having mostly inane conversation. Tony liked what he liked and he was unapologetic.
"Never gonna give you up…"
He almost flew into the sphinx's nonexistent nose.
"…never gonna let you let you down…"
"Shit!" Tony jackknifed back up into the air, trying to regain his composure.
"…never gonna run around and desert you…"
"JARVIS?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Never gonna make you cry…"
"Did you Rickroll my armour?"
"Yes, sir."
Tony shook his head. "I really don't know about you, JARVIS."
"Never gonna say goodbye…"
"You built me, sir."
"Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you..."
"Sometimes I'm not really sure that matters anymore," he laughed, increasing his speed as he headed south towards the desert. "Can I have my game now?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thanks, JARVIS."
"You're welcome, sir."
Fandom: Iron Man
Characters/Pairing: Tony Stark and JARVIS
Spoilers: Iron Man movieverse
Rating: PG
Word Count: 235
Summary: JARVIS has a litle fun with Tony. Pure fluff for my own amusement.
Notes: Instead of National Novel Writing Month, I'll be attempting to drabble/ficlet once a day throughout the month of November. They're going to be quick, dirty, and all betaed by the lovely ittykat and zenni (who is doing the same thing!). The idea is just to get my lazy and work-bogged self writing again, and writing for things that aren't RP.
I guess I'm just exploring Tony's vices right now. Oprah and the View last night, and tonight, the New York Mets. (My Tony headvoice is a GIANT Mets fan. I don't know why, but he is. I've tried to get him to convert to the Cubs, but it's just not happening. He loves his Mets!)
The Mets were playing in Seattle that evening. Tony was somewhere above Egypt. The situation was depressing.
"JARVIS?" He asked as he flew over the pyramids. The sun was just coming up and if he'd cared, he might have appreciated the beauty of the whole thing. But he just wanted to get home.
"Yes, sir?"
"Can you patch through the Gameday audio for the Mets/Mariners game?"
"Of course, sir."
The flight, first across the Sahara and then across the Atlantic, was a long one. He was going to need the company, even if the company was just Jose Reyes and the rest with a few baseball announcers having mostly inane conversation. Tony liked what he liked and he was unapologetic.
"Never gonna give you up…"
He almost flew into the sphinx's nonexistent nose.
"…never gonna let you let you down…"
"Shit!" Tony jackknifed back up into the air, trying to regain his composure.
"…never gonna run around and desert you…"
"JARVIS?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Never gonna make you cry…"
"Did you Rickroll my armour?"
"Yes, sir."
Tony shook his head. "I really don't know about you, JARVIS."
"Never gonna say goodbye…"
"You built me, sir."
"Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you..."
"Sometimes I'm not really sure that matters anymore," he laughed, increasing his speed as he headed south towards the desert. "Can I have my game now?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thanks, JARVIS."
"You're welcome, sir."