I'll show you hostile...

[amonitrate]

Yeah, the crack. I'm sure I could go on and develop it more, but this is what came out.

"So, Mr. Stark. How did that make you feel?"

Tony shifted in the too-plush easy chair, picking at a scab across one knuckle. "How did what make me who?"

The bespectacled man seated in the chair opposite just smiled his freakishly calm smile. "How did your

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[amonitrate]

you asked for it

[obsession_inc]

JESUS CHRIST WOMAN. I am laughing my ass off here. SHE WAKES UP ON THE FLOOR and she's fully dressed and of course any man who can give engineering lectures drunk off his ass is able to take off his own clothes before going to bed and HAHAHAHA, oh God, oh Pepper. And of course she decides to be professional and fake it when he wakes up. OF COURSE.

The details are killer. The red tie (sine wave!!). The hair caught in Pepper's mouth. The gaudy gold ring (NOT EVEN HER SIZE). The yellowing bruises on his back. And I am laughing hysterically at Tony being so puzzled and calling her "Potts" (because that is never not cute) and AAAAAAAH.

Seriously, I am going to have to go to sleep tonight, I have to work in the morning, this is UNFAIR.

[amonitrate]

I should really, really be going to bed. But instead I'm writing this piece of total crack.

gah. First I write porn, now I'm writing Tony/Pepper marriage fic. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY BRAIN?

I think the sun fried it during my outing yesterday.

[obsession_inc]

This is the only explanation, obviously. Alternately, the more we try to write very sober and serious stuff, the more our brains yearn for crack. I'm pretty sure this is so. If true, though, big long serious fic = many random crack!fic.

I am so going to bed. I have to. MUST RESIST CRACK. Oh God. You are such a goddess.

[amonitrate]

oh, good luck with that. I think it's contagious.

[besyd]

If true, though, big long serious fic = many random crack!fic.

And many, many long nights. And tears. And probably booze.

Life is good.

[besyd]

Pepper holds her breath and rises to her knees, peering over the edge of the mattress

For some reason, this is way too vivid in my head. And a bit disturbing.

"Are you on the floor, Potts? Why are you on the floor?"

And this made me fall off my chair.

OMG! You are slaying me with this, I hope you know. How can I read "real" fic ever again?!

[amonitrate]

You? How can I ever WRITE "real" fic ever again? I'm not even sure I can look these characters in the eye now.