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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you are safe! FOR NOW.mekosuchinaeMay 9 2008, 03:37:51 UTC
"Please tell me why I'm doing this," Pepper says. Her cell-phone crackles once, in counterpoint to Tony's laugh. The wall before her is an incomprehensible jumble of color and gloss, each cover brighter than the one beside it.
"Seriously," she says. "What am I even looking for?"
Tony grunts. On the far end of the line something crashes. Pepper bites her lip.
"Keep looking," he says. "I guarantee you'll know it when you see it."
"If you're busy--"
"No, no," he says, and if he's winded, the static hides his breathing well. "I'm good. Just, uh, tell me when you see it, okay?"
"See what, Tony? You still haven't told me--"
She sees it. There on the third shelf down, the fourth book in a row of seven, hotrod red and unmistakeable.
"Oh, my God," she says. "Is that you?"
"I'm flattered," Tony says.
"Tony," she says, "you're on a comic book"Mind-boggling, I know," he says. "What with this whole super hero secret identity thing
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Pepper snatches her hand back to her chest. Her fingers curl at her throat. She says, "Mr Stark--"
Tony rolls over or tries to, but as he shifts his weight to his left hip a muscle in his jaw spasms; his entire body clenches. "Oh," he says, in a voice rough with pain and sleep. "Yeah. Ow."
"Tony, your back--"
He waves her off. "It's nothing."
"It doesn't look like--"
"Well, it is. Nothing. It's nothing. Just very - very painful." Tony sucks in a breath and sits up. The muscles in his abdomen flutter and spasm, and when he exhales, he groans.
"Tony," Pepper says, trying to be calm, trying not to immediately accuse him of being reckless and foolhardy and, and silly, what was he thinking just going to bed like this
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Man, that was a sad, bittersweet look at a daily routine Pepper probably never expected to find herself in.
Tony smiles up at her with something very near to grace.
Um. That line sort of broke me, I don't know what it is about Tony struggling to find equilibrium that I enjoy so much, but that certainly hit the spot.
Oh, thank you. I cannot describe to my own satisfaction exactly how happy each of your comments has made me, nor can I thank you enough (and this is going to sound kind of lame, so please forgive me) for the confidence you've given me.
I felt kinda creepy leaving all the comments but you seriously DO write them pretty much perfectly (as in their relationship is NOT perfect, and that's what makes their delicate professional/emotional dance so damn interesting in the FIRST place) and I just figured you deserved it, so I risked the creepy factor in the name of awesomeness :D
second response. i totally stole your idea. please do not hate me?mekosuchinaeMay 10 2008, 00:18:56 UTC
"Miss Potts," Tony says, "please remember to knock before coming into my room."
"Oh," she says, flattening the folder against her chest. "Yes. I'm sorry, Mr Stark. I didn't realize you were--" Don't say it, don't say it. "--busy."
Tony makes a noise that might be a laugh, might be a grunt, might be both. The woman he has pinned against his bedroom wall says, "To-ny," in a plaintive hiss. "Who is she?"
Pepper stares at the wall above his head. It is, she thinks, a very attractive wall as walls go. Evenly painted. Sturdy. Oh, my God, sturdy? She curls her toes and tries not to panic. She thinks: Can he see my face? Why didn't he lock the door? Does he even know her name"Miss Potts," Tony says. "Do you need something
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Re: second response. i totally stole your idea. please do not hate me?dictalicenceMay 10 2008, 04:06:33 UTC
"--Vanity Fair wants to know if you're still interested in doing the spread for the May issue--"
yeah, smut-filled thought there. does the may issue have triplets? :D j/k. even though i'm pretty sure that's not what VF meant, it sure was funny. the thought of vanity fair as an escort service for very special clientele ^__^
Hahaha, argh! I didn't even think of that. I don't know whether I should feel relieved or ashamed of myself for not taking advantage of that accidental innuendo. *g*
"Seriously," she says. "What am I even looking for?"
Tony grunts. On the far end of the line something crashes. Pepper bites her lip.
"Keep looking," he says. "I guarantee you'll know it when you see it."
"If you're busy--"
"No, no," he says, and if he's winded, the static hides his breathing well. "I'm good. Just, uh, tell me when you see it, okay?"
"See what, Tony? You still haven't told me--"
She sees it. There on the third shelf down, the fourth book in a row of seven, hotrod red and unmistakeable.
"Oh, my God," she says. "Is that you?"
"I'm flattered," Tony says.
"Tony," she says, "you're on a comic book"Mind-boggling, I know," he says. "What with this whole super hero secret identity thing ( ... )
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Tony rolls over or tries to, but as he shifts his weight to his left hip a muscle in his jaw spasms; his entire body clenches. "Oh," he says, in a voice rough with pain and sleep. "Yeah. Ow."
"Tony, your back--"
He waves her off. "It's nothing."
"It doesn't look like--"
"Well, it is. Nothing. It's nothing. Just very - very painful." Tony sucks in a breath and sits up. The muscles in his abdomen flutter and spasm, and when he exhales, he groans.
"Tony," Pepper says, trying to be calm, trying not to immediately accuse him of being reckless and foolhardy and, and silly, what was he thinking just going to bed like this ( ... )
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Tony smiles up at her with something very near to grace.
Um. That line sort of broke me, I don't know what it is about Tony struggling to find equilibrium that I enjoy so much, but that certainly hit the spot.
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So, uh. Thanks. *g*
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Thank you so much! I am ridiculously glad that you've enjoyed this (and the other pieces) as much you have. Just ... yeah. Thank you. ♥
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"I'm afraid we're all out," she says. "You'll have to make do with orange juice."
Uh huh. Oh Pepper, you are amazing.
I am so in love with your IM fic, you have no idea.
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"Oh," she says, flattening the folder against her chest. "Yes. I'm sorry, Mr Stark. I didn't realize you were--" Don't say it, don't say it. "--busy."
Tony makes a noise that might be a laugh, might be a grunt, might be both. The woman he has pinned against his bedroom wall says, "To-ny," in a plaintive hiss. "Who is she?"
Pepper stares at the wall above his head. It is, she thinks, a very attractive wall as walls go. Evenly painted. Sturdy. Oh, my God, sturdy? She curls her toes and tries not to panic. She thinks: Can he see my face? Why didn't he lock the door? Does he even know her name"Miss Potts," Tony says. "Do you need something ( ... )
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Oh man, as a former assistant, this is an excellent distillation of the multitude of sins covered by "worse things you've caught me doing."
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yeah, smut-filled thought there. does the may issue have triplets? :D j/k. even though i'm pretty sure that's not what VF meant, it sure was funny. the thought of vanity fair as an escort service for very special clientele ^__^
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Thank you very much!
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