Room 307, Monday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

It wasn't like Topher was writing fanfiction about one of his best friends or anything.
 
At all. Because that would be wrong.

It was just that, well, said best friend (shut up, he totally was his best friend) happened to be a superhero. A superhero with, as it turned out, an exceptionally devoted online fanbase. Who had… ideas. And something called a kinkmeme.

And some of them were just stupid. Like the one about the tentacles. Or the one with the… what was it called? Sailor fuku? Please. Tony would never wear something like that. He'd even said so. These people clearly didn't know him at all.
 
So, naturally, he had to retaliate. Retaliate in the form of a novel-length RPS story of his own, in which a high-school-aged Iron Man fell for a science-minded classmate named Chris Strink.
 
Take that, apepperpot.

[[omg blame hoorayimrich. open to artificial intelligence thingies, comments on his masterpiece, visitors, IMs, whatever you want.]]

Comments

[selfhelphero]

We totally should. Not that this hasn't been entertaining.

Poor, poor Tony.

[dollpocalypse]

It was a good thing they would never both go out and get drunk with him or anything! Because that would be a DISASTER!

Yeah! And if you ever wanted to write something together, we could. If you want.

Because that was what the world needed.

[selfhelphero]

I've never written something like this before, but that could be cool.

If you read enough, surely you could write too, right?

[dollpocalypse]

Oh, surely. Unless what you read was tentacle stuff. Then you were on your own.

Cool, Topher agreed. See you around? Oh, and you should come to frat sometime. Tony's all responsible for it and stuff.

Purr.

[selfhelphero]

Billy had thought about the frat, but was ultimately too nervous to go. Now, he had a good reason!

I'll have to come check that out. See you around!