dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. you stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. and yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. that’s either inspiring or unsettling. or both.
do u have a ship u like but u only like it when its shipped a certain way
except a lot of people dont ship it that way
God bless those people who are INCREDIBLE writers but decide to use those skills to write gay fanfiction
i love how innocent we all look but in reality we read gay smut all day
Yeah, I’m sorry about the title, it’s all I could come up with.
I didn’t try very hard though
Title: Bed Sheets and Blow Jobs
Universe: MA-ish. Or a 616 where things are happier and nothing hurts
Word Count: 7,900
Warnings: It’s shmoopy and porny and ridiculous. I’m starting to sense a theme here.
Notes: brandnewfashion made the horrible mistake of asking for fluff. And then no one stopped me. And seriously, if anyone can think up a better title I’ll love you forever.
Thank you captainshellhead for editing!
Summary: Steve isn’t great at communicating his intent. Tony is really great at jumping to the wrong conclusions.