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isozyme
Comics Steve/Tony: 616, Ults, Bullet Points, 1872
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: Gideon the Ninth (Gideon/Harrow), Letterkenny (gen, Betty-Anne/Mary-Anne, Wayne/Tanis), Pacific Rim (gen, Newt/Hermann), MCU (Steve/Tony, Natasha/Steve, Rhodey/Tony, Sam/Rhodey)
Likes: Gender and sexuality themes (i.e. gender swaps, internalized homophobia, queer history), angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, canon-divergent AUs and fix-it fic, multiverse shenanigans, biology and engineering (Extremis!!!), competence porn, emotional whump, photosets with sad song lyrics on them, character moodboards, meta, f/f smut, sex toys and pegging, bad idea sex
Dislikes: Permanent major character death, non-powered AUs, pregnancy/kidfic, sex work, a/b/o, underage sex and incest, non-con
Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: I love links to essays/blogs on super-niche topics, youtube channels where people build stuff or post educational science content, documentaries (no true crime please) and contemporary/modern artists doing weird installation stuff and performance. All fanvid recommendations are fantastic, even for fandoms I haven’t listed. Podfic, fan art, remixes and basically anything inspired by my fic is way too much to ask for but I would obviously be thrilled to get any!
Username: isozyme
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Comics Steve/Tony: 616, Ults, Bullet Points, 1872
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: Gideon the Ninth (Gideon/Harrow), Letterkenny (gen, Betty-Anne/Mary-Anne, Wayne/Tanis), Pacific Rim (gen, Newt/Hermann), MCU (Steve/Tony, Natasha/Steve, Rhodey/Tony, Sam/Rhodey)
Likes: Gender and sexuality themes (i.e. gender swaps, internalized homophobia, queer history), angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, canon-divergent AUs and fix-it fic, multiverse shenanigans, biology and engineering (Extremis!!!), competence porn, emotional whump, photosets with sad song lyrics on them, character moodboards, meta, f/f smut, sex toys and pegging, bad idea sex
Dislikes: Permanent major character death, non-powered AUs, pregnancy/kidfic, sex work, a/b/o, underage sex and incest, non-con
Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: I love links to essays/blogs on super-niche topics, youtube channels where people build stuff or post educational science content, documentaries (no true crime please) and contemporary/modern artists doing weird installation stuff and performance. All fanvid recommendations are fantastic, even for fandoms I haven’t listed. Podfic, fan art, remixes and basically anything inspired by my fic is way too much to ask for but I would obviously be thrilled to get any!
Podfic of Didn't Catch You Saying Grace
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I'm going to have more comments once I listen to this amazing podfic bounty, but I'm so excited!!!
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Aaaaand, I also made u this:
Fair Shot: Written by Isozyme, Read by Hopelesse
Download & stream at the Internet Archive
Also on Ao3
Happy wintertime <3
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isolated system podfic
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Fic: On the Up and Up
I wonder if anyone has written a story like that.
I'll just leave this link here.
On the Up and Up (1948 words) by Sineala
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Bullet Points (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Identity Porn, Getting Together
Summary: Antonia Stark, WAC aircraft mechanic, has a number of questions when she is unexpectedly reassigned to Project Iron Man. Luckily for her, the most important one is answered very quickly.
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i was dancing in my chair, it was ridiculous
i left a comment on ao3 but afterwards i was talking about how happy it made me with hope and she said "yeah i like how eve is a boob man, i told sine you'd like that" and i had already posted that into the comment you both know me well
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Ahem. Uh. I'll show myself out.
podfic for in another life (you and i)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22149313
Much love and best wishes for the new year!
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thank you so much!!! <3 <3 <3
Tony is not as cool as he hoped he would be, but he's not too upset about it
It occurs to Tony, for a split second before he pushes it aside, that he is way too used to waking up in hospitals.
He is not confused when he wakes up to the harsh melody of machines counting out his heartbeat, the sterile smell, and the scratchy sheets. He just mentally sighs, and thinks, this again.
The first thing he does is try to sit up, because that’s just how he’s coded. He no longer has the ability to think and talk to machines in binary coding, but he feels there’s still a part of him that was transformed that couldn’t change back. He thinks in binary much quicker than he used to. Some things are less about I want to do this, so much as I have to do this. Or maybe he was always like this, it’s hard to tell.
Of course, he pushes himself up too fast at first, and gets dizzy and nauseous. He rests for a minute, and then pushes himself up slowly this time, because he did learn. He swings his legs over the bed, and takes a moment to just breathe. He reaches over to yank the drip out, but finds himself too weak. He closes his eyes.
“Hi, Tony!!”
“Jesus Christ!” Tony startles badly, and clutches at his poor, weak heart. He looks up, and finds Squirrel Girl straddling the window, red hair glinting in the sun and smile brighter than the entire room. “Why are you sitting on the window?” Tony wheezes.
“I was patrolling as Squirrel Girl and I was in the area, so I thought I’d stop by! And you, oh my God, what are you doing sitting up?!”
“I’m getting out of here,” Tony says with as much conviction as he can manage considering his heart still hasn’t settled, and he feels like he’s going to collapse.
“Oh no you are not, youn… uh, not-so-young man!” In a flash, Doreen is next to Tony and bodily pushing him back onto the bed.
“Wait, wha- hey!” Tony protests, but Doreen completely ignores him. She pushes him back onto the bed, and soon enough, she’s tucking him in like he’s an unruly child.
“You sit right there, mister! You’re not going anywhere.”
Tony folds his arms. “Doreen, quit playing around. I don’t have time for this.”
“For what, not killing yourself?” Doreen scoffs. “Resting is, like, super important for healing quickly and getting stronger again!” She pokes him in the arm, and then turns to walk to the window. Tony rubs the place where Doreen poked him, and wonders whether he has a bruise there as well. I suppose I won’t notice one more.
“Now, you can sit there and mope—” Doreen starts.
“I can get out of here,” Tony grouses.
“—or,” Doreen says in an overly loud voice. With a flourish, she twirls back around to face Tony, brandishing in her hands a large, clear plastic case with what looks like fifty nail polish bottles. “You can customize your nails!”
Tony’s first thought, since he is a mostly sane human being, is where in the fresh hell did she get that?! Then, because his mind is always going at terabyte speeds, he thinks of how she must have brought that from her house, carried it safely all through leaping and bounding through the tall buildings of New York, and scaled the wall of the hospital with it, and he thinks how in the fresh hell did she get that?! This all only takes a few seconds, and after that, he can focus on the fact that she is clearly trying to distract him. Tony would never have thought that he would be beaten by a college student with a squirrel tail, but she’s called unbeatable for a reason, he supposes. He knows exactly the kind of intelligent, mature answer he has to make to that: Tony folds his arms harder, and pouts. Doreen continues brandishing the box, shaking it enticingly. She has a shit-eating grin on her face. The stare-off lasts about a minute. Finally—
“Do you have Iron Man colors?” Tony mutters.
Tony hates to admit weakness, but the truth is he’s never been able to say no to Doreen.
If it was possible, Doreen’s grin widens. “Tony,” she says, “I have all the Iron Man colors.”
Tony makes himself comfortable in an upright, sitting position, as Doreen rummages through her very large box of plenty.
“So I was thinking at first that the best choice here was obviously Stark Industries’s limited edition Invincible Nail Polish—”
“Oh my God, we sell those?” Tony asks.
“Yeah! I mean, there’s lots of superhero merch out there, but this comes in a cute little Iron Man bottle! Look at him,” Doreen pulls out a bottle that, oh dear God, is shaped like the Iron Man helmet with a black stick coming out of his head. “Isn’t he the cutest thing ever?!”
“Kill me now,” Tony groans.
“But anyway,” Doreen continues, completely ignoring him, “the color is not that perfect Iron Man color that you’re looking for. Yes, I bought it entirely for the bottle and never used it. No, I do not have any regrets. So anyway, I searched far and wide and discovered that the best Iron Man nail polish is,” Doreen pulls a bottle out of her box with a flourish, “this one!”
She hands it over to Tony for inspection. He can’t help but snort at the name. “Rhapsody Red?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Why, would you prefer Red-ical Rockstar?” Doreen waggles her eyebrows. “Off With Her Red? An Affair in Red Square? A Little Guilt Under the Kilt?”
Tony gives in; relaxes back into the pillows and laughs. He hands the bottle back to her. “Fine, fine, I give in to your superior wisdom.”
“As well you should.” Doreen nods firmly. “Now, show me your hands.”
Tony obediently hands over his right hand for Doreen’s inspection.
“Hmm… wow, you take better care of your hands than I expected. Way to self-care, Shellhead,” Doreen says, hitting him in the shoulder with the gentlest punch ever.
“Glad they pass muster.”
“So now, I’m going to apply the base coat,” Doreen explains, holding up a bottle containing clear liquid. “It keeps the polish from staining your nails.”
Tony nods in understanding. Doreen gently picks up his hand and starts to apply the liquid with a brush.
“By the way, Nancy should be passing by in a minute, is that okay?” Doreen asks, not taking her eyes off of the task.
“Nancy? Your roommate?” Tony has only met Nancy Whitehead once before, and has had a few interactions with her on social media. What he knows about her is that she has a cat she loves more than anything else in the world (Doreen is a close second), she loves knitting, and she has never—not once—been impressed with Tony or any of his bullshit. “Has she forgiven me for forgetting you when you went back to the past?”
“Oh yeah, she’s totally cool now. I mean, it’s kinda hard to blame you for forgetting me when the entire world did as well? But anyway, now is the fun part.”
Doreen grins evilly. She’s only finished Tony’s index and middle fingers, so he has no idea what she’s going on about.
“What..?”
“I heard you got a girlfriend!!” Doreen squeals.
Tony laughs. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously! Doing your friend’s nails means girl talk. In this case, literally talking about a girl. And you’re dating Janet Van Dyne, AKA The Wasp! I am of course super excited! I want all the details; is she nice? Does she treat you right? Does she know about that thing that you do when you say you’re fine, but you’re actually super-duper not?”
“I—that was one time—”
“Uhuh, sure, I’m totally going to believe you despite all evidence to the contrary.” Doreen’s hand is very steady, never wavering no matter what she says or where she looks. “And what were you going to tell the doctor when you wanted to get out of here? ”Hey, doctor, I only have five cracked ribs, a concussion, and bruises all over my body, I’m so fine.“ Don’t tell me that’s not what you were going to say.”
“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” Tony grumbles.
Doreen opens his mouth to say something undoubtedly amusing and biting in equal measures, when the door opens.
“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Nancy says, walking into the room and closing the door behind her. “I just punched a reporter.”
“Ohmygod, no way!” Doreen cries. “Pics or it didn’t happen!”
“You did what?!” Tony cries, because he is not the hip, cool adult he likes to think he is.
“Yes, way,” Nancy replies with a grin. She looks very pleased with herself, walking into the room so she can put her bag down on a chair on the other side. “It was very satisfying. No pictures, though.”
“Girl, I get the urge to punch reporters, like, all the time,” Doreen enthuses, “but going around punching normal people is kinda, you know. Not so good.”
“Yeah, superheroes punching people is bad,” Nancy agrees, “but that’s why you have me.” She sits down. “For all your base-line human punching needs.” She notices the bottle of Red Rhapsody sitting on the side table. “Ooh, red nail polish? Nice choice.”
“Thank you,” Tony says. “Wait, can we go back to the punching?”
“Yes, please let’s go back to the punching, it sounds very cool. Also, I’m done with your right hand, gimme your left,” Doreen makes grabby hands at his other hand until he relinquishes it.
“I’m more concerned with why you decided to punch a reporter, and also how many lawyers are you going to need?”
Nancy waves off his concern. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Just some people can be so rude,” she says with feeling.
“What did they say?” Doreen asks, looking up momentarily from her task.
Nancy folds her arms. “Nothing important. Just made some stupid insinuations about Tony’s sobriety. All because he’s in the hospital, or because of the stocks, or something dumb like that.” There’s a heavy pause in which Tony has to take a deep, deliberate breath.
Doreen stops putting on the base, puts the bottle down on the side, and stands up. She holds out her hand. “High-five, girl!”
Nancy grins, and they high five.
Tony clears his throat awkwardly. “I’m sorry about—”
“Dude, don’t even mention it. It was a pleasure to sock that jerk right in his jerkish face.”
“Well. Thank you, then.”
“You’re welcome.” Nancy nods, and just like that, the conversation is over.
“Okay, the base coat is finished. Who’s ready for the main event?!”
“Ooh, time for red?” Nancy asks excitedly.
“I want this stuff to dry so I can continue so badly.”
“Patience is a virtue, Green. Now, you,” Nancy points at Tony. Tony is honestly kind of intimidated.
“Yes?”
“I’ve been on kind of a knitting binge, and I know you hate needles and hospitals and rest and stuff—”
“Hey!”
“So I made you a wrist cover!” Nancy pulls out of her bag what is, essentially, a fingerless glove. It’s red. “So you don’t have to see the needles sticking out of your hand.”
Tony stares at it. “You’re kidding, right? You realize I am not six years old?”
“Tony, I think six-year-olds take better care of themselves,” Doreen jokes. “But come on, it’ll go with your nail polish!”
“I am not putting on a glove just so it’ll go with my nails.”
“Really? Cause I do.”
“And anyway,” Nancy adds, “it’s not just to go with your nails. It’s for emotional comfort!” She stands up and, ignoring Tony’s protests, slips the cover over his hand, careful not to jostle the needle.
“And now it’s time for polish!”
Tony sighs. He never stood a chance anyway.
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I'm so!! at this ficccccc. Sof Iron Dad Tony!! Doreen has all the Iron Man colors! Girl talk! Tony not being as cool as he thinks he is!!!! This might be a present for Iso, but it is also a gift for everyone ;_____;
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thank you for writing me extreme dork dad!tony, and all of doreen's inescapable soft pampering! there are just not enough exclamation points on my keyboard to express how happy this makes me. doreen's voice is perfect, and i love the nail polish names. also you put some hurt in your fluff, just for me! poor tony, all one big bruise and still being harassed by college students.
“Tony, I think six-year-olds take better care of themselves.” perfect!!! I LOVE THIS STUPID GENIUS MAN DEFEATED BY DOREEN'S UNBEATABLE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP
when is it going on ao3!!!!!!!!! put it up, girl, i want to love on it more! and also link it to everyone!
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Also I want to just take this opportunity to thank you for the comments you left on my RBB Art. I don’t normally do replies to comments, but all of them were gold, particularly the one you left regarding body hair and my general portrayal of m/m in art. It meant a lot to me and is one of my most treasured comments. Thank you!
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tony is so smug and so pretty, you're the best! i promise a better comment on ao3 asap but right now my first impression is approximately: askgfjhlakfjasdlkfjghals;fkjsfgh
i'm glad my comments madde you happy! it was so much fun working with you, our RBB is something i'm really proud of and it was such a collaboration -- it definitely wouldn't be complete without your art, and wouldn't exist without all your brainstorming and sketching and support!
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thank you!!! <3 <3 <3 <3
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It's not exactly a secret how Ash actually responds to giant life-changing events. Burying her head in the sand —metaphorically, ugh, Giant-Man is a terrible influence on her phrasing — isn't exactly the most mature method of dealing with stress and change in existence, but it's worked for Ash so far.
Well, a lot of people in her life would probably disagree —Jon would have most of all—but it's the only coping strategy Ash has left. Alcohol's still a constant craving, but there's one thing worse than drinking, and she wants that, too.
Burying her head in her work is probably just as bad, but that's how Ash copes with change.
Ash isn't particularly surprised that it's her mother who comes to take her to task over her behavior. First, it's a Tuesday, and Maria has a morning briefing with Pepper on Tuesday mornings, and she likes to multi-task her Stark Industries' duties with her maternal duties of giving Ash a hard time, and second…
Well, at least Ash knows what theme her mother's tirade will be on, today.
She buries her head in her current projects instead of staring apprehensively at the door: Iron Man's left gauntlet is playing up, and the Stark-207 tank needs a more efficient fuel injector. If she sparks her welding torch up a notch higher when she hears the distinctive clack of her mother's high heels, well, Ash isn't going to admit that out loud.
"I never should have let you watch Flashdance as a child," Maria Stark announces from the doorway, instead of anything so wasteful as saying hello.
"But mama," Ash says, smirking up at her mother through a dramatic shower of fire and sparks, "are you saying I wouldn't be the most beautiful ballerina you've ever seen?"
"You could be anything you wished," Maria says, crossing the workshop floor and picking up one of Ash's folders of minutes. Instead of reading it, she fans the contents over one of Ash's black glass tables and sits on the paper, neatly crossing her legs and giving Ash an appraising once-over. "It breaks my heart daily that you seem to wish to be a— what's the American word?"
"Hobo." Ash cheerfully turns the welding torch off and lifts her mask, before reaching for a file.
"Grease monkey."
"Ooh-ooh-ooh." Ash flashes a winning grin at her mother. Maria has to duck her face in order to hide the grin that wobbles onto her face in return.
"I must have raised a monkey," Maria says, lifting her face, looking calm and composed again. "For all the grace and decorum she shows."
"Here it goes," Ash sighs.
Maria keeps speaking, like Ash hadn't said a thing. "You sent Captain America a note."
Ash shrugs. She's not surprised Maria knows about Captain America's return; she and Fury have always looked a little too cosy for Ash's sanity. And although Maria doesn’t live in the mansion any more, she and Senora Fruitbagel have always been gossip buddies.
"I didn't just leave a note. I had his uniform restored. And I arranged for the Pentagon to give him decades of back pay."
"Your father looked for him for decades, Natasha Edwina Stark," Maria says heatedly, like Ash hasn't said anything.
"The whole name, mama? Really?"
Maria shoots her a look that clearly says really. "He looked for years. And I'm beyond happy you were the one to fulfil his lifelong mission. But did you have to be so uncivil about it? A note." She says note like other people say taxes.
"I'm busy."
"You're always busy."
"Extra-busy. Fourteen meetings this week, mama. Fourteen. R&D are on my case for the development time I missed to last week's twelve meetings, I've got seventeen ongoing fixes for the Avengers, and now I have to upgrade the mansion because Captain America's shield will dent the training suite if I don't, and—"
"I've got it, I've got it, my baby girl is single-handedly changing the world." Maria gracefully lowers herself down from the table. She plants a kiss on Ash's cheek, before putting her arms around her. "Don't work yourself to death, my darling. The world won't end if you take a break."
"Yeah," Ash says, but she's not so sure she believes it.
"Mrs. Stark. Miss. Stark." Mrs. Arbogast's standing in the doorway. Ash wonders how long her assistant has been standing there. Sometimes the whole world disappears when she's working. "Mrs. Stark's chauffeur is awaiting."
"I have a lunchtime meeting with the girls," Maria says, kissing Ash again before pulling away without a goodbye; Maria Stark believes small talk is best reserved for events when you're raising money. "And introduce yourself to Captain America verbally. Or do you want your poor mother to look like she doesn't know how to raise her daughter to be a polite member of society?"
"Chill, mama," Ash says, pulling a screen over so she can enlarge the intricate workings on the gauntlet. "I'll get to it."
"Get some sleep tonight. And at least wash your face sometime this century," Maria says.
Ash pulls a face at her mother's retreating back.
Without looking, Maria says, "Your face will stick like that, Passerota."
Ash stares as her mother disappears. "She wasn't looking, Mrs. A. How does she do that?"
"All mothers have that power," Mrs. Arbogast says, smirking at Ash.
"I always did wonder why women had children," Ash says. "Superpowers explains a lot."
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made me literally laugh out loud :p
I hope the full fic sees the light of day eventually, but even if it doesn't this is still delightful :D
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Thanks for putting this in my stocking! I hope we all get to see the finished product someday!! <3
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