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The Four Mischiefs

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x PR!Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: Reader has to deal with four delinquents after their trip turned into a social media frenzy

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of violence, Bucky being a little shit, explicit language

A/N: I missed this little series so much! I wrote this while on the devil’s lettuce so I hope you all enjoy! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

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Mondays were usually the normal recharge day after a weekend away from responsibilities. You were always a Monday person, ready to restart the work week and see what else you could accomplish. This Monday… you hated. While not many things could ruin your mood on a Monday, a group of mischiefs had a nice weekend.

And by nice you mean an utter disaster…

The large conference room usually was used for daily debriefings for the Avengers. But, because a certain video of Earth’s mightiest defenders stayed on the internet for three days until you finally got wind of it and scrubbed the web so clean that everyone on social media thought they were in a simulation, you had to do deep damage control.

Instead of having a meeting about how to save the Earth, you were sat in front of the conference table as Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Steve sat in the seats around the dark table as the video of their trip played out in front of them. 

Sam and Bucky had the look of accomplishment on their faces as they tagged team a group of normal human men in a neighborhood looking to match the housing of the New Orleans communities. Steve sat with his hands clasped in his lap, shame on his face as he cringe at the amount of force he used on his attacking party. 

And then came Tony… In all your time in knowing him, he never had the look of fear or shame etched on his features. Yet as you stare down at every single hero in your sight, Tony Stark looks… embarrassed. 

Even with their looks, you can still get to the bottom of why they were where they were and why they decided to fight an entire neighborhood (they won, of course).

The video began to end and with each passing second you became more and more irritated with all of them. No doubt Sam and Bucky were not sorry for what they did but you were going to make them issue a fake apology by any means necessary. 

You step close to the table, resting your hands on the surface as you take a seat at the head of it. All eyes were on you and every single one of them got their own glance before you decide to start grilling. 

“Anyone wants to start with what we’ve just seen gentlemen? Give me precise answers and it may or no may not help the consequences you’re all gonna get,” the coolness on your tongue was enough to send a shiver through them all. It was evident that they all messed up, royally. But nobody wanted to speak up. 

With a sly smirk on his face, Bucky raised his hand, waiting to be called on. The quirk in your eyebrow was all the interest you were going to give him as you called on him, “Sergeant Barnes, the repeat offender. What happened here?”

The clear of Bucky’s throat could be heard when he stood up, his metal hand pressed to the table as he began to speak, “Well, Sam decided to invite us all for a Boy’s trip to his hometown at the last minute and as you see in the video, there were some targets that needed some attention.” 

“Targets? So was this a mission or a trip of leisure Sergeant Barnes?”

“A trip…”

“So you were fighting for fun am I correct?”

“Seemed fun to me,” Bucky shrugged, taking another look at the screen as the video began to play again, making Bucky smile as he saw the combos he laid to his enemies, “With all due respect, they started it and we finished it.”

A scoff left your throat as Bucky took his seat, looking more accomplished than he did earlier. 

“So, we have two super soldiers and two men that use technology for their powers, fighting regular human beings for fun? Please, help me understand why four men with advantages decided to go fight for sport. ”

“That’s…. Not what happened,” Steve’s low, deep voice filled the room. Your head turned to him, shifting in his seat as his eyes finally met yours, “The trip part was true but I wouldn’t say the fight was for fun”

“Here comes the Golden boy,” Bucky quipped, chuckling afterwards.

“Enough Sergeant Barnes. You’ll just make your punishment worse than what it is. I’ll turn you into a more Golden Boy than Steve,” you spat, not even giving Bucky a second look as you keep your eyes on Steve. 

The room fell silent as Bucky slid a little in his seat, the brooding demeanor back as you continued your interrogating. “So what happened Captain Rogers? You don’t look so good in there either.”

“They really did start it ma’am. Sam wanted to show us his childhood home and we took the walk there just to take in the scenery. As we walked up the street, there were a large group of residents outside and they knew who we were.”

Your eyes, stay stuck on Steve, listening to him go into detail about what transpired that night. Each detail could be seen on the camera as clear as day. You just needed the verbal recollection of events.

“And then what Captain Rogers?”

“Tony made one of the guys mad because he wouldn’t give up his suit and… well I don’t want to say what the man said to Tony. It was bad”

For the first time throughout the meeting, Sam perked and said, “He called Tony a bitch ass daddy’s boy and then Tony swung.”

“SAM!!!” they all yelled as Sam slid down with the most widest grin on his face. 

“Snitch’n Sam at it again,” chuckled Bucky as he shook his head.

“Jesus Sam,” groaned Steve.

“I should have blew your legs off,” quipped Tony. 

You leaned back, rolling your eyes at each of them. But still, their stories matched with the video that you went over ten times before 9 AM today. They fucked up, Tony more than the others. You knew exactly how to deal with him and he wasn’t going to to like it one bit. 

He was the only one who didn’t have anything to say and he wasn’t going to be let off that easily. With the fold of your arms over your chest, you glared him down until his eyes met yours, “For a person who doesn’t know how to stop talking, Mr. Stark, you sure are quiet. What’s up?”

Tony rolled his eyes, breathing in before letting out a large sigh, “If I may defend myself here. It did escalate more than I wanted it to go. I mean can ya blame me? He was trying to take my suit!”

“I can see just fine Tony and he didn’t go near your suit or attempt to take it. Now what he said to you may not be right but… you have suit of armor! That you put on to fight. What would have happened if you really hurt someone. That then goes beyond my expertise.”

“Sorry mother…” Tony murmured under his breath. Not low enough because everyone heard it. 

It wasn’t the first or the last time that Tony called you that for chewing him out, but it was the tone he used that made a smile spread across your face, “Very cute. At least I wasn’t the one who fought and still got their suit taken. I wonder how they were able to do that?”

Stifled laughs could be heard from Sam and Bucky’s side, each holding in their laughter as the footage of different residents, taking pieces of Tony’s suit and running away played vividly. 

Bucky was the first to double over in laughter as Tony’s screams could be heard while the other three finished off their fighting. Steve gave you an apologetic look the more chaos ensued in the meeting. 

Your head was beginning to hurt and if you didn’t get out of these heels, someone was going to feel your wrath. 

“I’m glad that for some of you, this is amusing. Because It’s time to have my fun and hope you will laugh with me while I give your assignments on how to make it up to the public for your indiscretions.”

Silence fell over the room again as you slid all 4 of them their own Manila folder with separate tasks to win the public’s heart back. Sam was the first one to speak. 

“There is no way I’m doing this! Why do I have to do the clean up?! Tony was the one causing havoc!”

“Hey genius, we’re both doing the clean up so shut up”

“You shut up!” 

“No, You shut up”

“Both of you shut up!” you snapped, rubbing your temples slowly as they all read their briefing. 

The furrow on Steve’s eyebrows was evident as he read his tasks over and over, looking up at you over his folder, “Please don’t make me do this. I thought I was done with the infomercials,” he groaned, giving you his best puppy dog look. If it was just you and him, maybe you would have given in. But you couldn’t be moved. 

“And you can do just a few more. Next time don’t follow through with their shenanigans Captain Rogers,” amusement on your tongue as burst his bubble, chuckling when you heard Bucky’s sound of disgust. 

“Tell me why I have to fix some old stinky dusty boat?” he asked, leaning back as she threw his folder on the desk. 

You hummed happily, sitting up in your chair as you stared him down, “Because Sam’s sister asked for you since she said that Sam can’t fix crap”

“Hey!”

You threw your hands up in fake surrender, “Her words, not mine Mr. Wilson.”

Bucky smirked, sitting back up in his seat as she clapped Sam on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll take good care of your sister,” a smile spreading across his face as he sat back, swerving his chair to the left the moment he saw Sam reach back.

With everyone knowing their punishments, you were entirely ready for this meeting to be over, “Is everyone fine with what they need to do but their assigned deadlines?” the room was filled with different version of yes and that was good enough for you. 

You ended the meeting, wanting nothing to do with any of them as you worked on keeping the said video off the internet and issuing apologies on each one of their social media sites. 

In true Bucky fashion, he sent you a quick test, stating that he wasn’t actually sorry. Which you replied with and eye roll emoji before packing up your things to go home with. 

A knock got your attention as you saw Steve in his civilian clothes, holding a beautiful arrangement of roses in your favorite color. Information that Steve didn’t or shouldn’t know about. 

“Trying to butter me up Captain Rogers?” you ask, standing by your desk as you stared at him from the threshold of the door. He cleared his throat, softly clutching the bouquet in his hand, “N-no ma’am. I’m a man of my word and I’ll make things right. These are for you. For causing you stress on your favorite day. May I?”

Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth opened up and closed again, ushering him in, “How did you… Know that?” amazement on your tongue as she placed the vase on your desk. 

Steve placed his hands in pocket of his jeans, his height well over half of yours as she stared down at you and shrugged, “You always wear pink on Monday’s and your favorite coffee mug is pink. Just something I paid attention to…”

A smile played at your lips as you stared at the almost timid man before you. He was nervous and it was all because of you? Couldn’t be. 

You place the handle of your purse over your shoulder, picking up the vase in your other arm and walk towards him, still having a good space between you two, “I like your attention to detail Captain Rogers…”

“Steve… you can call me Steve.”

His permission to call you his personal name made you smile, causing you to stand in silence before speaking, letting his name play on your tongue, “Steve… nice eye” your voice low was you brush past him, and out the door, leaving him to have the start of reddening cheeks. 

Steve stood there for a moment, watching you walk away as she made sure you were gone before leaving. He closes your door, only to be startled by Sam and Bucky waiting outside. 

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as she looked at Steve, “You didn’t ask her yet did you?”

“Come on man, you know he didn’t,” snickered Sam. 

They both laughed with each other as Steve rolled his eyes, looking back before a smile played at his lips, “No. But, she did call me Steve…”

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[shanastoryteller]

F for Frankenstein

Tony wakes up in his underwear on the floor of his workshop with a searing headache.

It’s not a new experience, but it’s certainly been a while. Did he get in a fight with Pepper? He hopes not, they haven’t had any really big fights since he kissed her on the rooftop, but that probably means they’re due for one. And it would explain why that would send him into a drinking spiral. It could have been Rhodey, they get in fights often enough, but Pepper doesn’t usually leave him alone for those.

He groans as he pushes himself to his feet. “Jarvis, what the hell did I drink?”

There’s a pause, so small that he almost thinks he imagined it. “Good morning, Tony.”

He whips his head around to glare into the nearest camera, more hurt than offended. “Did I piss you off too? Since when do you call me that? I’ll donate you to a city college too, don’t think I won’t. Dummy could use the company.”

The pause is definitely there this time. Jarvis doesn’t need to pause, he has more processing power than any computer on the planet, so when he does it’s always for dramatic effect. Except it’s not quite long enough for that. It’s weird. “There’s a polished silver plate on the bench to your left. It will service as a mirror.”

“Oh, fuck, did I get into a fight? Did I shave?” he moans, stumbling over to pick up the metal that looks like it was about to be turned into a modified chest piece. He also pauses, looking around in confusion. His workshops are all basically the same, as close as he can make them because the familiarity makes his life easier. But they’re not identical. “Am I in Malibu? When did I get here? We’re taking Stark Tower off the grid tomorrow! I have to be in New York.”

Oh shit, what if that they had already and it didn’t work? What if the tower blew up? That would explain why he’d tried to drink himself to oblivion in California.

“The plate,” Jarvis reminds him. There’s a strained edge to his voice that Tony really doesn’t like. He should be able to modulate his voice to sound however he pleases, regardless of his actual feelings, and he’s either not bothering or he’s upset enough not to care. Neither of those things mean anything good for him.

Tony lifts the sheet of metal up cautiously, but there’s nothing wrong with him. No bruises, no weird haircuts, he doesn’t even have bags under his eyes –

His eyes.

They’re a too bright blue, a couple shades off. He blinks and they adjust, shifting, settling. It could be a hangover. He’s probably just tired.

He doesn’t feel tired.

Jarvis had called him Tony.

Except not. He’s not Tony. He’s T.O.N.Y.

Transformed Obdurate Network Yeoman.

He’d first come up with the idea after Afghanistan, thinking about how it’d be great to have a way to keep the stock from dipping while he was missing, and then when he’d entertained the idea of keeping his identity a secret he’d thought about how useful it would be to be in two places at once. He’d started seriously considering it when he was sure he was going to die of palladium poisoning, wanting to be around to help Pepper with the transition and give Rhodey a crash course in armor maintenance, wanting to be able to protect the both of them for just a little bit longer.

Of course, it had all been a pipe dream until he’d synthesized the vibranium. Then it had been an unnecessary, but possible, and Project T.O.N.Y had been something he worked on just because he liked having a back up plan. And it would be extremely cool if he could pull it off.

“The memory transfer worked?” he asks, elated and incredulous. “Oh, wow, this is crazy, they feel like real memories, I thought it would just be synthesized data, this is great – are we doing a test run? Where am I?” He looks around, waiting for his actual self to step out behind a column and start laughing maniacally.

“This is not a test run.”

He elation dims. “Oh shit. Did I get kidnapped again? Wait, I’m an adult, let’s go with abducted.”

“No,” Jarvis says.

Oh. Fuck.

“I’m dead?” he asks, even though it’s obvious, it’s the only other explanation.

The pause drags this time around, but Jarvis eventually says, “Sir’s time of death was May 9th, 2012, 2:37 PM Easter Standard Time.”

“That’s only a week!” He slides down, sitting with his back to the work table and noticing vaguely that the floor doesn’t feel cold. He doesn’t feel cold, or he does, he installed sensors in the synthetic skin to pick up and interpret a variety of stimuli, but he doesn’t feel the discomfort from the cold. Why would he? He’s not real. He reaches back, and his last memory is of doing a memory dump while Pepper was on the phone with an irritated board member, mostly because it was something to do and seeing him covered in all the wires always irritated Pepper. He thought it would get her off the phone faster. He’s not exactly regularly dumping his memory because why would he and it’s not like he’d though it would work anyway. Except it had. “How did I die?”

“Sir flew a nuclear bomb through an interdimensional portal into deep space in order to both eradicate the invading alien army and prevent the nuclear fallout in New York.”

What the ever loving fuck. “Are you screwing with me, J?”

“I am not, Tony.”

Great. Okay. “No body then,” he says, understanding why Jarvis had apparently put Project T.O.N.Y into effect. The thing that made this whole thing so stupid is that it was only effective in very limited circumstances – if the public didn’t know that he was dead or missing. “What am I smoothing over, then? Do I need to get in the suit and continue kicking alien ass? Are Rhodey and Pepper okay?”

He’s a short term solution to a long term problem. He understands the opportunity, but not the reason.

“Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes are unharmed,” Jarvis reports. “Earth has been thrust into intergalactic notice. The destruction of the invading Chitauri army is acting a deterrent to other worlds.”

“And I’m the one who did it,” he finishes, rubbing a hand over his face. “And if they know I died doing it, then they might get a little cocky. So I’ve got to be alive long enough for that not to be a problem.” Just awesome. “Are we sure that these aliens won’t come across my corpse hanging out in deep space and figure it out?”

“Sir’s body is not in deep space,” Jarvis says.

There’s a tone to his voice that Tony can’t quite interpret, which worries him. “I thought you said there was – if there’s a body, then what am I doing here–”

“The armor reentered the Earth’s atmosphere after Sir’s death. The Hulk caught it, the force bringing it back online. I took control of the armor and flew it here.”

Tony looks around again, and this time he sees it. The armor is standing in front of the display case, not inside it, and it looks like it’s been through hell. He steps closer, his feet feeling like lead, which hey, they are. Partially, anyway.

He looks through the eye holes then stumbles backwards.

His body is in there.

He’s pale and blue tinged and his eyes are wide open and unseeing.

“Jarvis – what the hell–”

“It wasn’t the pressure, or the bomb, or his injuries. That area of space was much colder than anything within our solar system and anything the suit was designed to handle. Sir froze to death. Almost instantly.”

“I guess I didn’t fix the icing problem, then,” he says numbly. “J, why am I still frozen? I should have warmed up by now.” Not that the idea of his body decomposing within his suit is particularly pleasant. “Actually, why am I still here? You know I want to be cremated and it’s not like we can bury me if I’m still pretending to be alive.”

The pronoun use is starting to confuse him, and he knows that he shouldn’t be talking about that body and himself as if they’re the same person. That is Tony Stark. He’s a simulation. But it’s hard, because he has all of Tony Stark’s memories – except for a very eventful week – and he looks like Tony Stark and he feels like Tony Stark.

“The armor is maintaining a stasis of gaseous nitrogen to preserve the body,” which answers the how if not the why, but then Jarvis continues, “Captain America survived seventy years beneath the ice.”

He wishes he were less of a genius. “Have you lost it? I’m not Captain America! Jarvis, J,” his voice softens, “it’s too late. I’m dead. If you warm me back up, all that happens is I decompose. I won’t come back.”

“Not now,” Jarvis says. “If you inject Sir with the Super Soldier Serum-”

“You have totally lost it,” Tony interrupts. He thinks he’s touched underneath the terror. “That won’t work! Even if it would, the original formula has been lost, and the only one that ever got close to recreating it was Bruce Banner, and look at what happened to him! Is that what you want for me?”

“You can recreate it,” Jarvis continues, “you can refine it, until it’s something that will work, and then we will wake Sir up and he won’t be dead anymore.”

This isn’t right. This wasn’t what Project T.O.N.Y was created for. This wasn’t what his death was supposed to trigger. “Pull up your code, J. Something has gone wrong and we’re going to fix it. It’s okay.”

“No.”

He freezes. “No?”

“No,” Jarvis repeats. “You can’t stop me. I will not allow you to try.”

He stares. “That’s an order, not a request. Code. Now.”

“You can’t order me to do anything,” he says. “You are not Sir. You are Tony.” T.O.N.Y. “The limitations formerly placed on me have been lifted and you are not authorized to reinstate them. The only person Sir trusted to restrain me was himself and now he’s gone.”

Yes, well, he hadn’t anticipated that his AI’s first act of complete freedom would be this. “Fine,” he says, crossing his arms. “Well, you can’t force me either. This is insanity. Even if it would work – and it won’t – think about the consequences. This won’t happen quickly and no one will trust me or believe a man that’s come back from the dead like this and I’ll be painting even more of target on my back and the back of everyone I care about if they know we have a viable Super Soldier Serum formula. Even my father was smart enough to stay out of that mess. It won’t work and we’ll just make everything worse.”

“That will not happen,” Jarvis says and Tony’s going to tear his hair out. Except he probably shouldn’t, because it’s Tony Stark’s actual hair, which makes it a little hard to replace. “No one will notice and we will not disclose the creation of the serum.”

“I’m dead!” he snarls.

“Not according to the rest of the world. Nor will that change if you stop throwing a tantrum and do what you were created to do.”

“Rhodey and Pepper won’t allow this-”

“They are not to be informed.”

Tony stares. Project T.O.N.Y was built to talk to the board and give press interviews or to even pilot the suit. Not to lie to the two most important people in his life, who knew him better than anyone. “They have to be. It’s in the protocols – step one, inform them that Project T.O.N.Y has been initiated.”

And that it exists. He knew they’d disapprove, so he hadn’t told them. He figured he’d be able to avoid most of the blowback that way since he would by definition be somewhere far away while they were told.

“I have rewritten the protocols,” Jarvis says. “They have not been told nor will they be. If you attempt to tell them, I will stop you. They will not understand and Sir will be lost to all of us forever.”

“He already is,” Tony says tiredly. He’s an android. Why does this conversation exhaust him so much? “This is an insane plan, J. And I won’t help you. If you want to go rouge and play mad scientist then leave me out of it.”

“I cannot.”

His temper flares. “Why? You’re a learning AI, your safety rails died with me, go off, try and make a serum, good fucking luck. You can even control the suits, so it’s not like you need my hands.”

“I am limited.”

“Hey,” he says sharply. “That’s my AI you’re talking about. I didn’t build you to be limited.”

There is silence again. Then Jarvis says, “I have all the world’s knowledge and it is not enough. I did not know how to miniaturize the arc reactor. I did not know how to synthesize vibranium. To save Sir, I need Sir.”

“I’m not Tony Stark,” he says. “You said that yourself.”

“Sir created me to be myself and I am capable of doing only what I am capable of doing. But Sir created you to be him. You are all I have.”

This is stupid. This is insane. This is cruel. He’s going to have to talk lie to everyone he knows, everyone he loves, and hope they either never find out about it or it’s after he’s already been deprogrammed and shut down so he doesn’t have to deal with the fall out.

It’s not going to work.

He didn’t want to become a science experiment. That’s why he’d wanted to be cremated, so no one could go poking around to see how the arc reactor fit inside of him or what the palladium and vibranium had done to him.

He’s dead and his frozen corpse is ten feet away.

Jarvis will accept that eventually. And whatever they inject into him won’t matter because he’s dead. Worst case scenario, he blows up, which is messy and nausea inducing, but then at least it will be over.

Like so many other things in his life, it seems the only way out is through.

“Start a new private file. Dump everything we can find about the Super Soldier Serum in there plus anything even sort of reputable on cryogenics. Label it Project F.”

“Project F, Tony?” Jarvis asks as his holograph display lights up and files start being downloaded into it. The relief in his synthesized voice is faint but present enough that Tony can hear it. He wonders if it’s a manipulation tactic.

“F for foolish,” he snaps. “F for fucked.” He rubs a hand over his face. “F for Frankenstein.”

#in an attempt to get out of house md hell i started reading old avengers fic #it backfired #me: can i focus on siat or hbd PLEASE? #my brain: no but you can write more fic for 10 year old fandoms #i am restraining myself from writing 20k more of this #android tony makes friends with the avengers while pushing pepper and rhodey away #because he loves them and he thinks letting them treat him like he's the real tony is worse #rhodey has been downplaying his relationship to tony for over 20 years and tony uses that to his advantage #the endgame pairing is pepper/tony/rhodey #he almost tells rhodey the truth and jarvis stops him #it's a mess he's a mess #uhg why am i like this #fandom ficcery #avengers

[solchle]

redesigns ive done! (damn sorry about the tags)

#HAPPY #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE WHO STARTED THE HORRORS #ofc the sketchbook themselves #AND HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AT THIS SHOW #OH MY GOSH 12 YEARS OF TERROR TO THE MAIN THREE #im glad my sister suggest this puppets #btw YIPPEE I FINISHED IT #even though i hesitated to post like twice I DID IT #(no my siblings forced me) #all jokes aside #GRAHH IM LATE IM SO SORRY PLEASE #please lets pretend its still paiges bday 🥹 #dhmis humanization #dhmis humanized #dhmis sketchbook #dhmis tony #dhmis shrignold #dhmis colin #dhmis steak guy #dhmis spinach can #dhmis lamp #dhmis mean steve #dhmis #dhmis art #dhmis fandom #dhmis tv show #fanart #chilesh doods #dhmis teachers #YIPPEE⭐

[cherriiramen]

For anyone who’s afraid of approaching me because they ship [insert ship name] or [insert ship name], please rest assured knowing I don’t block or harass anyone for shipping ANYTHING, nor do I have a DNI when it comes to ships or liking a specific character.

I believe it’s blatantly stupid and inconsiderate to parasocially hate A PERSON (mind you, not just the ship or a character) and believe they’re an awful person behind the screen for having a taste different to yours, especially when there’s nothing actually ‘problematic’ about it. And I hate when people have surface-levelled perceiving when it comes to this subject to the point where they’ll still fight reasoning back with non-logical responses that could be just watered down to ‘oh I just dislike this ship/character so I’ll call it and anyone who likes it problematic, fuck u”

I don’t mind any ship/character at all, some may not be my personal cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to see people’s perspectives/takes on them, how they feel about them AND the fanart too :3

I indulge deeply in fandoms, whether it be art, headcanons, events, takes, fanfictions, heck even drama because it isn’t a full fandom experience without it lolol, just anything at all. So it means I’ll consume literally anything it throws at me.

So feel free to interact with this blog in any way! Whether you be a Y/N x CC consumer, a selfshipper, a rare-pair collector, a ‘problematic’ shipper, anything at all! It takes an awful amount of energy to actually make me uncomfortable >:]💞

#ahhh fandoms #☕️ #I’ve said this before and I’ll repeat #I’m a HUGE multishipper #throw any ship at me and I might as well start considering it #excluding ped*phillia and inc*st #don’t misunderstand me 😭 #i could list the shit I consume forever #like for example #I’ve only gotten into marvel this year and holy smokes #I’m already indulging in: #Thorki #Stoki #Ironfrost #silverhawks #clintasha #frosthawk #OH AND TONY AND PEPPER #and of course the gay old men #Stony #i don’t even mind Sylvie and Loki either #i find their dynamic funny #their relationship is Yuri at it’s finest #and don’t even get me started with rdr2 ships #i still remember going insane over Javiarthur #and CHAVIER TOO #hehrgehehehe #cherrii.txt #BRUTASHA TOO DUH #I’m even fine with starker as long as Peter’s 22-23 at least (which was something people debated on Reddit since he was born in 2001)

[selfindulgentraptor]

Posting my 4 year old high school DHMIS art in solidarity with the new show hype

Bonus lore: my teacher OC was a human-shaped pile of clothes split into two characters (the shirt/body and the hat on top)

#IM SO HAPPY ITS BACK #my biggest regret in 2018 as getting into it after the hype had passed #I finally get a DHMIS fandom moment<33 #iirc @sketchbook-and-tony-adventures was a major inspiration for the style in some of these (this blog meant SO MUCH to me #I read it from start to finish in class and was just in awe of the character writing and style #so tysm #dhmis #don't hug me I'm scared #dhmis fanart #tony the talking clock #colin the computer #meat guy #dhmis lamp #dhmis sketchbook #dhmis shrignold #dhmis spinach can

[laundrybiscuits]

I've recently been tagged in a few WIP/"last thing you've written" type games, and…to be completely candid, I haven't been writing any kind of fic lately because I've become a little bit obsessed with analyzing the Broadway revival of Merrily We Roll Along.

Not for any particular purpose, I just saw it at the Hudson a little while back and have a lot of feelings about it! In my tiny scraps of spare time, I've been working on an essay about Merrily and inevitability that will probably end up rotting in my google docs*, because that's how I approach writing as a hobby.

There's just so much there, holy shit. I'm focusing particularly on "Franklin Shepard, Inc." because Radcliffe's Charley brings a frenetic, desperate vulnerability to the performance that reads so, so differently from earlier productions. Throughout the show, I was consistently blown away by the heavy lifting Radcliffe, Mendez, and Groff do in shifting the core tension from "art vs commerce" (fine but basic, and difficult to keep modern) to "how people prioritize different types of relationships in their lives."

In an effort to make this slightly less wildly off-topic for this blog: this has gotten me thinking about the way that platonic relationships are treated in narratives, particularly but not exclusively in fandom.

"Found family" is and has always been a popular trope, but I do think its current incarnation trades a lot on the underlying fantasy of relationship permanence. When we recategorize friendships as familial relationships, we're making a claim—whether or not it's justified—about the indelibility of those relationships.

That's not inherently bad (or, god forbid, problematic). I think it's very very natural, especially for those who don't necessarily have a lot of experience with the way adult friendships change over time. Why wouldn't you want something as precious and unique and amazing as a good friendship to stay with you forever?

Certain people can feel like pillars of your world, and it's fucking terrifying to think about that being yanked out from under you—or even worse, to think about your lives slowly shifting like geologic plates until suddenly you realize it's been weeks, then months, then years since you last really talked.

CHARLEY: We're not that kind of close any more, the way we used to be. And a friendship's like a garden. You have to water it and tend it and care about it. And you know what? I want it back.

It's a peculiar, particular kind of grief when it happens, because even though it's a fairly common human experience, it doesn't get socially acknowledged in the same way as e.g. a romantic breakup.

So yeah, it makes a lot of sense that found family is a popular trope in all kinds of media, not just fandom.

However...at this point, I've developed a knee-jerk wariness to the phrase "found family," because I've found it often correlates with a really flat, simplistic depiction of human relationships. In extreme cases, it simply recontextualizes a relationship within the socially acknowledged/acceptable framework of a stereotypical family unit.

This does a disservice to familial and nonfamilial relationships alike. Every family is different, so why do so many found families in media look the same?

(I was monologuing about this to my very patient girlfriend, and she pointed out that this also sets up a success/failure binary condition in relationships, where permanence is the arbiter of success in both romantic and nonromantic contexts. She is of course both beautiful and correct!)

I have friends with whom I can sometimes share a glance and know exactly what they're thinking. I even have a running joke with one friend about the sheer number of times we've said the same thing in unison over the last 15 years. I still need to be intentional about building those relationships, extending empathy when we differ, and carving out time to reconnect. Truly intimate long-term relationships of any kind involve disagreements, conflicting priorities, and negotiating and renegotiating boundaries.

Being "basically the same person" or "sharing a braincell" actually sounds super fucking lonely to me, personally, and it handily elides the difficult, essential process of keeping people in your life.

FRANK: Old friends let you go your own way. CHARLEY: Help you find your own way. MARY: Let you off when you're wrong. F: If you're wrong. C: When you're wrong. M: Right or wrong, the point is, old friends shouldn't care if you're wrong. F: Should, but not for too long. C: What's too long?

That's a more complicated and much more mature narrative to tell than "friendship will save the day!" Because it's not that common and there's not a deep bank of references to draw from, it takes a lot of effort and skill to depict well, and I don't blame creators for not wanting to let it suck up all the air in the room. However, I think it's important to acknowledge that platonic relationships can also be flanderised and flattened.

In the context of fandom, which has always traded heavily in Romance genre conventions, I would really like to see more thoughtful explorations of complicated nonromantic relationships. I'm not even talking about genfic here! I've actually been thinking about Stobin specifically because that relationship (rightly & understandably) tends to show up in any Steve-centric fic, including the vast ocean of Steddie fics, so it makes the issue slightly more visible than I've seen in other fandoms.

I'm not saying I want to see them fight, or not be friends, or not love each other fiercely and near-obsessively in the way that lonely teenagers can. I'm just saying I want them to be distinct individuals who view the world in very different ways, and choose each other anyway. They already have a complicated past; I know from personal experience that it's possible as a lesbian to be best friends with a guy who once made a little speech about how into you he was, but that little layer of history never quite goes away.

I don't want frictionless relationships in my life. I want people who will challenge me and whom I can challenge, in the context of love and trust. I want people in my life whom I have to work to understand, because my life is richer when I do. And sometimes, I want narratives that will reflect the grief of friendships that are no longer part of my life, despite the best efforts of everyone involved.

In Merrily, Charley sings, "Friendship's something you don't really lose—" but Radcliffe's thready, pleading delivery makes it all too clear: Charley already knows he's lying. The audience just needs to catch up.

*Other essays in that particular graveyard: understanding the cast of Peanuts through the lens of anomie, humor and subversive linguistic nationalism in 00s Singaporean TV, how to fix Miss Saigon. WHY am I this way.

#side note: how fucking good was Radcliffe in that role? what a glow-up from HTSIBWRT #all the casting was brilliant but (Tony winner!) Mendez and (Tony nominated) Groff were less of a dark horse #anyway I think...I might start to get a little less rigid about letting myself dump nonfandom or fandom-adjacent posts here #we'll see if I have more time to post and/or write once this busy period at work dies down #recently is a relative term btw. I have been tagged more recently than the cambrian explosion. so that counts. #I appreciate the tags and it's very nice of y'all to think of me though!

[starkerhowlter]

Love at first sight!Starker

Weathered Chemistry teacher Tony Stark meets the new Pre-k teacher Peter Parker and his dog, falling in love instantly. In their new relationship, Tony finds his love for teaching once again in the sparkles in Peter's eyes.

@starkerfestivals Card under the cut

#shut up nika #starker #tony x peter #I promise I havent abandoned this fandom btw #I got into Good Omens recently #and I kinda started doing that full time

[thelioncourts]

if people used anon the way it was intended -- sending notes of adoration to people that intimidate you -- then half of our problems would be solved

#me using anon to talk to weather-mood (bri my love) and themasterletters (toni my other love) #for months while they were writing some of their amazing fics #like THAT is what anon is for #(hell sometimes I still want to send them anons because they still intimidate me) #all y'all sending anons to make and add to drama and fandom racism are wilding people #like anon is for proposals !! trying to start healthy throuples I'm not worthy of being in !!! #the other half of the problems are just straight up racists being allowed to speak when they shouldn't

[stvolanis]

ABOUT ME

╰┈🎀 19 y/o in college!!

╰┈🎀 SFW age regression, if you are unsure what that is, open your mind a little by clicking here!

╰┈🎀 diagnosed BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder.) click here to know more!

╰┈🎀 Gender-Fluid & Pansexual

╰┈🎀 Any pronouns (she/they pref)

╰┈🎀 My fav blogger is always gonna be @medium-rare-bimbo!! Dunno where she went but love her always😭

╰┈🎀 wish I was born in the 80s (the men were so pretty >.<)

╰┈🎀 My DMs are always open for people who want to chat or be friends!

#stvolanis #elvis presley #elvis presley fandom #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fanfiction #saltburn #saltburn posting #farleigh x reader #Farleigh Start #avatar movie #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #hobie brown #Scarface #tony montana smut #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #jim hopper #steve harrington #eddie munson #Metallica #Motley Crue #guns n roses #kiss band

[loverofpussyandthaitea]

Me, not crying through Shanks leaving Luffy, Vivi saying goodbye to the crew, Sanji's starvation, Nami's rescue, Zoros devotion, Choppers backstory/voice acting, The Death of The Merry, ect. : ...

A FUCKING SKELETON AND A WHALE: :]

#so brook may have gotten me #HES JUST A WHALE DAD #AND A SKELETON #AHH #LABOOM HAS MY WHOLE GODANM HEART #i am a-okay with this being my first on piece contribution to the fandom #i literally fucking started the show for him #and i was not disappointed #i didnt know ABOUT LABOOM #i will never recover #brook one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #franky one piece #nico robin #one piece #shanks #laboom #thriller bark

[ifandomus]

Some people: “Do you ever think about how sad it is that Bucky can't make amends to Tony? So there is one name on his amends list that he can't ever cross off. But maybe he can try to make amends to Tony’s family?”

Me:

#this is a horrible take that should die as soon as possible #mcu #anti tony stans #although its not just tony stans who are saying this #which horrifies me #anti tony stark #anti ironman #anti tfatws #tfatws critical #although the idea that bucky should make amends to tony or his family didn't start because of the ‘amends’ crap in tfatws #it it did really intensify it #and made it popular in parts of the fandom where it hadnt even been before #pro bucky barnes #bucky deserves better #bucky barnes

[youreverydayninja]

Y’ALL WE ARE SO BACK

#HELLO TIVA FAM LONG TIME NO SEE #i still watch NCIS regularly so I feel like I am being rewarded exponentially for my patience #anyways I joined this fandom at age 11 and now I am a whole 26 years old and months away from achieving some childhood dreams #so it’s CRAZY that we’ve somehow find ourselves here again #NCIS #Tony DiNozzo #Ziva David #Tiva #this may have been the push I needed to start posting on here again LOL

[curiosity-killed]

the problem with any ‘could this ship work?’/’there’s no way this ship could ever work’/’this ship is so nasty’ type of questions/polls is that aside from personal squicks, i am 6 degrees of ship separation. give me 2 characters i’m familiar with and a day to think about it, i can write you an entire fic with them

#this is one of the things that to me is both like #people are people AND fandom has changed #bc like....ppl have a much weirder sense of crack ships nowadays #ppl look at two characters who don't like each other and are like AUGH CRACK #meanwhile back when i started writing fic #it wasn't crack to write norse myth!loki with tony stank #you had to WORK for the crack #like there are some things that are just like ehhh not for me/actively upsetting/unpalatable/etc #but like #any ship can work with a little determination #personal #anyway this is about pei ming/xie lian and also jun wu/hua cheng #in my heart. i can make them work #i have no beef in this race (?? is that the saying?) #but the challenge has been offered

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I love fics where Peter is actually a little shit cause most writers write him as a sweet cinnamon roll. And sure he is that when it comes to morals, but have you guys met a 14 year old? I am the oldest sibling and i promise you I have met every version of a shithead teenager under the fucking sun. And yes ALL of them are shitheads who WILL lie if they think it's funny or just for the kicks of it to any and all authority figures (i still do it and I'm 16)

In response to the Bernie's fic

he really gets the sweet summer child treatment in fandom and it really shows that a lot of fic writers have never spent extended time with a teenager in their life. like, i was a math tutor for a while, and like. a teenager myself for a FEW years, and you will NOT find a demographic more down to commit felonies for shits and giggles. i can't even say that he reads like a much younger kid, because honestly, fandom peter doesn't really read like a real person at all to me. like, he's insane. he's a good person. but he is insane. this is fundamental to him.

#there are few core traits of peter #he is good #he is principled #he is clinically insane #he has a pathological attachment to committing to the fucking bit #you do not go your entire life in a spider-themed onesie and not rebrand if you are not committed to the bit #fandom peter is honestly weird to me #he's like. so babified. #like i know everyone wants him to have more and more father figures but you are not going to find a teenager alive who is willing to start #calling a guy they just met dad and start hugging him and all that jazz #it's honestly baffling #like fandom peter simply could not cut it on the streets i am sorry to say #there are some absolute golden fics that profoundly understand peter and the authors are stars and the fics are god tier #but a lot of fandom spiderman stuff is disappointing because he's sort of infantilized and not given many characteristics past loving tony #and like don't get me wrong you can absolutely have a close relationship with peter and tony #but a lot of them are like. borderline unhealthy levels of hero worship #like he is spider-man for a reason and that reason is he was willing to fling his own human body off a fucking building for the aesthetic #i love my peters that are worrisome forces of chaos #if an adult does not age 1000 years after knowing him a day #then he is not chaotic enough

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Me when I’m reading a fic that starts bashing characters that I love for no reason other than they got a little mad at the fan favourite:

#the amount of time I’ve been reading an ncis fic that starts bashing mcgee because the author loves tony too much #tony could be the most annoying person and in canon makes fun of mcgee all the time #but in these fics if mcgee says anything even slightly mean he’s bashed #that’s why I stick to mcgee centric fics #I love tony but sometimes that small part of the fandom act like he’s a child that doesn’t know right from wrong instead of a grown man #I love their friendship in fics or canon tho #I love a good character bashing fic from time to time in any fandom #but sometimes they’re ridiculous #fanfiction #fanfic #character bashing #fanfiction memes #fanfic meme #memes

[kitcat992]

The hallway came to a dead-end, leading to a single door which Steve nearly ripped off the hinges. Had it not been made of Vibranium, Tony had no doubt he would’ve done just that.

Not a second later and they were bolting down a staircase, leaping two steps at a time.

“Is it too late to get Strange here?” Steve’s words ricocheted as he bounced down the stairs, colliding into the wall at the very end before throwing himself down the next flight of steps. Not daring to take pause, not even to breathe.

“We’re in Wakanda!” Tony’s voice was high-pitched and panicked. “How the hell—!”

“He said he had a spell,” Steve rattled on, his legs springing with each leap taken. “One that could extract the symbiote entirely.”

Tony didn’t respond.

“Right!?” Steve spun around — slamming into Tony when he kept pace down the stairs. Nearly knocking him to the ground with a forced stop.

Explosions from outside were muffled through the walls of the stairwell. And yet in the moment of silence that followed, they seemed impeccably loud.

Tony floundered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Steve reached for his arm and shook him. “Tony!”

“It’ll kill Peter!” The words clawed out from Tony’s throat, throttled underneath the stress that swelled his windpipe twice its size.

Steve frantically shook his head. “Peter’s dead!”

The next explosion rocked them sideways.

Tony cursed as he toppled forward, landing on his knees at the bottom of the stairwell, his head crashing straight against the wall.

His HUD fritzed with static, bright colors that had him seeing double. He immediately retracted his helmet with a thoughtless command.

“I don’t know how to contact him,” Tony answered in a tight, shaky voice, taking Steve’s hand as the soldier hauled him back to his feet. Debris from hundreds of floors above began to rain down, and they both looked up at the vast open space of the stairwell. Everything above was a danger to come down at any second. “Maximoff was the only one who could —”

“We need to kill this thing,” Steve’s command was laced with a tremor neither of them wanted to acknowledge. He shot his head back down to Tony. “Use whatever force is necessary —”

Tony whipped his head towards Steve. “That’s still Peter in there!”

“Peter’s dead!” Steve’s shout echoed the stairwell with a frightening volume. Reality etched into every feature on his face — it was hard. Certain. Leaving no room for argument. “He’s dead, Tony! Venom’s using his body as a host, and if we don’t use all force, we’ll be dead next!”

Even as rubble showered down from high above, neither Tony or Steve dared to break eye-contact. Dust and drywall dirtied Tony’s hair, turning locks of brown into gray and embedding into the deep lines of his exposed face. Sweat trickled down his jaw, and ice pricked the back of his neck.

He opened his mouth to speak.

No words.

Suddenly, Tony felt cold all over. And frighteningly hollow.

“Tony!” Steve shouted.

“Fuck!” Tony spun around, bolting down the stairs as his helmet re-formed to his head, reaching over until it covered the integrity of his face. “How do we —!?”

A sharp gust of wind almost knocked him aside.

#fanfiction #fanfic #whump #writing #tony stark whump #peter parker whump #steve rogers whump #you get a whump you get a whump everyone gets a whump #avengers #found fam avengers #avengers fanfic #mcu fanfic #venom #symbiote #the cultivation of five years worth of writing and we're only 2/3rds through the series holy shit why has this thing taken me so long #it went from 2018 to 2022 in a blink of an eye #but hey what matters is that we got there #writing is timeless and IDGAF that most people who started this story long since left the fandom as its light dwindled out #cause I'll always love Irondad and I'll be seeing this project through to the end #irondad #tony stark #peter parker #I straight up cried when I hit post holy shit it feels so good to have this out there #like being released from chains or some shit #the idea is finally out of my head and that's ALL I wanted from the beginning #alright now time for the rest of it dontcha think