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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Pepper excused herself from the room with a polite smile for the reporters and a grimace for David Lawson, acting representative for the Board of Directors. Lawson shot her the look of a desperate man prepared to perform desperate deeds in order to survive; to his credit, he did not once falter in his presentation. Pepper lobbed a prayer in his name heavenward and made good her escape.
The custodial hallway was empty as she had hoped it would be, bare of decoration and any sign of life. Pepper tugged the door shut behind her, then flipped her cell phone open. God, she hoped she could get reception. The display blinked at her for nine agonizing seconds, then at last cleared, lighting up in her hand. One bar; better than nothing. Pepper punched the 1 and held her breath. The line rang once, twice, a third time, then - oh, thank God - the line picked up and Tony said: "Yes? Hello? Hurry it up, Potts; I'm busy."
"Where are you?" she said. "I've been trying to get through to you for an hour
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Pepper pinched her nose. "Yes, Tony, the press conference is today. The press conference is right now."
"Really?" Tony sounded genuinely surprised. Pepper had long since learned that didn't mean anything. "The press conference is today. I don't ... seem to have it on my schedule
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Man, if you are lying...! And haha, I know. And yet, he's surprisingly responsible! I don't know if he really would show up late for a press conference. ??? WHATEVER, we can all suspend our disbelief for the duration of one ridiculous flashfic, hopefully. I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN OMG.
OKAY, question, sorry, this is kind out of the blue, but I figure you're the best person to ask: is my Tony-voice okay? Plz r&r @ yr earliest convenience.
klajskdj thank you so much. ksdjl. I will admit I was kind of panicking for about, uh, half an hour there, because ... I am a nerd? I think I can feel my brain dying. Probably I should go to bed!
Oh, no! Sorry. I meant that you have a hella excellent grasp on his voice and though I am not modelling my Tony voice off yours (as learning a character's voice is, for me, a task that must be undertaken with the canon material and the canon material alone), I admire you and your writing very deeply. So for you to say that you think my Tony voice is a-okay is very encouraging!
Oh, God, now I feel like a heel. THANKS A LOT, CHIRA.
(OH MANNNNNNNNNNN YES x FOREVER
FOREVER
IF YOU DO NOT FINISH THIS AND THEN POST IT, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.)
I bet you kick puppies. And babies. And when you kick them, your cold, black heart quivers with unholy glee.
Dude! No! DO NOT SAY THAT, I WILL PUNCH YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD. Right through the internet! You are an awesome, awesome writer: clever, funny, and extraordinarily good w.r.t. crafting strong, recognizable characters and voices. Seriously, so many friggin' punches.
(HAHAHAHAHAhjsjkd. Like, he can't even be offended. He's too busy trying to process this strange and bizarre universe in which a child can kick his ass.)
The custodial hallway was empty as she had hoped it would be, bare of decoration and any sign of life. Pepper tugged the door shut behind her, then flipped her cell phone open. God, she hoped she could get reception. The display blinked at her for nine agonizing seconds, then at last cleared, lighting up in her hand. One bar; better than nothing. Pepper punched the 1 and held her breath. The line rang once, twice, a third time, then - oh, thank God - the line picked up and Tony said: "Yes? Hello? Hurry it up, Potts; I'm busy."
"Where are you?" she said. "I've been trying to get through to you for an hour ( ... )
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"Really?" Tony sounded genuinely surprised. Pepper had long since learned that didn't mean anything. "The press conference is today. I don't ... seem to have it on my schedule ( ... )
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Haha, relief! Your reassurance fills me with a deep gladness, fierce and strong.
(I was going to tell you to give me another prompt, BUT NO. I am writing you porn! YOU WILL RECEIVE NOTHING ELSE UNTIL THE PORN IS COMPLETE.)
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(YESSSSSSSSSSSSS. My evil plan is working!)
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klajskdj thank you so much. ksdjl. I will admit I was kind of panicking for about, uh, half an hour there, because ... I am a nerd? I think I can feel my brain dying. Probably I should go to bed!
(Baby, I love you! Now get to work. ♥)
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Oh, God, now I feel like a heel. THANKS A LOT, CHIRA.
(OH MANNNNNNNNNNN YES x FOREVER
FOREVER
IF YOU DO NOT FINISH THIS AND THEN POST IT, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.)
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I bet you kick puppies. And babies. And when you kick them, your cold, black heart quivers with unholy glee.
Dude! No! DO NOT SAY THAT, I WILL PUNCH YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD. Right through the internet! You are an awesome, awesome writer: clever, funny, and extraordinarily good w.r.t. crafting strong, recognizable characters and voices. Seriously, so many friggin' punches.
(HAHAHAHAHAhjsjkd. Like, he can't even be offended. He's too busy trying to process this strange and bizarre universe in which a child can kick his ass.)
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"Quick question, scientific curiosity - what're you wearing?"
"Good-bye, Tony," she said.
"Mm, my favorite," he said.
Hilarious and, again, spot-on.
Aw, man. Behind every great man is the woman who wants to murder him, huh?
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