#stony i guess

[sharlinefreire]

sometimes what you need to get out of a deep depression is to start shipping a fictional couple that encourages you to read fanfiction until 3 am.

[laidraws]

CapIron Big Bang 2024

Read A Hundred Visions and Revisions! (+2 illustrations below)

Ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Rating: M Summary: In the age of Galilei's discoveries, Tony is fascinated by the prospect of a larger universe. Steve is one of the conservatives trying to keep the old world view alive. Their new favorite subject is dragging each other's opinions through the mud in their poems, and Tony is more than happy to feed into this feud. Because he hates Rogers. Hates his poetry, his sharp wit, his handsome smile, his – Oh, wait.

(Also sorry I deleted the previous post and reposted and still can't get the ao3 reformat to work)

I worked with @kandisheek on the cap iron big bang 2024 and we are delighted to bring you the finished work! If you like astronomy, historical fics, poetry, and romance, please give this one a read. Thank you so much!

[thwackk]

not beating the stevetony yuri allegations

original by CAFFSTRINK on twitter, yall already know

[n3felibata]

Crying because in Civil War, when Tony tells Steve about the break up with Pepper, he says "I'm so sorry, Tony, I didn't know."

Despite everything going on, he still feels empathy for Tony. I don't think he hates him. There were definitely times where he was mad at him, but I don't think they were really full blown enemies

[kcscribbler]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the ever-early @elodiah, of course.

I am super secretive in WIP-land this week, so have some dialogue that I'm pretty sure isn't going to make the final cut in the next chapter.

“Thor seems to think he’s telling the truth.” “Thor’s judgment calls on family character are not exactly my idea of a gold standard.” “No, but he does know his brother,” Steve points out. “And that one, that Loki, is not his brother. He can control time. That’s powerful magic, and something Thor said he’d never seen before. Loki didn’t get that from the Cube.” “Thor also said the bureaucrat could play the magic whack-a-mole game. Which he’s categorically refused to do in front of the rest of us. So how much of all of this is just smoke and mirrors?” “Good point.”

No-pressure Tagging @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @lokimobius @thosegayoldmen @in-my-loki-feels @impulsemuppet

@mirilyawrites @silentxsymphony @scifikimmi @boredintjqueen @justabigoldnerd - whatcha workin' on?

[robertdowneyjjr]

hey, so. funny thing.

@whinysteve and i have been going insane for like two days because we couldn't find this one fic we really liked, and we both remembered reading it not so long ago but somehow neither of us could recall how it ended? and we kept saying that it's so GOOD and how the heck did it just disappear? well, after hours of losing my mind going through my ao3 history, the steve/tony tag with various keywords, the findingstony blog... it. it hit me that i can't find it because it doesn't exist. because it was the soulmates au idea you posted like two weeks ago where their words only show up after they've met their soulmate.

i thought you might find this amusing. 😩 (i do, but i also need to lie down for a bit because i will never know how steve fixed that mess)

hahahaha omg liv if this is your way of peer pressuring me into writing the whole fic i might actually do it??? because your ask has got me thinking about what would happen next.

that said, steve still hasn't figured out how to fix this mess. i'm very sorry about this.

(stonyclunks soulmates au part one here)

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having been rescued by SHIELD, news of steve's recovery was immediately delivered to howard stark who, while not as involved with SHIELD as he used to be, still receives weekly reports as one of its co-founders.

he'd gone home that night and brought it up in the middle of cutting his steak. coincidentally, tony had been visiting that day and stayed for dinner, so he found out about captain america's miraculous resurrection before the general public did, and honestly, he had enough of hearing about how great this guy was growing up. he really didn't need to keep hearing about it as an adult after he'd finally worked through his issues with his dad and his obsession with a (not quite) dead war hero.

so after howard's announcement, tony politely requested howard refrain from talking about this guy with him.

"i know he's your friend, and you'll probably be spending a bit of time with him now that he's been found, and i'm really happy for you, but i think it would be better for our relationship if we could talk about literally anything but him," he'd said.

and, well. howard was trying. he knew he wasn't the best dad and he also wanted to do right by maria, who spent so many years torn between her son and her husband while trying to mend their relationship. they were finally in a relatively good place with each other which made maria happy. and to be frank, howard had actually come to really enjoy tony's company whenever he was home. he was quite happy too. so he agreed. they don't talk about steve and howard doesn't ask tony to meet steve.

that very night, tony made sure 'captain america' and 'steve rogers' were muted in all his news feeds and social channels.

he literally doesn't know a single thing about the man besides what he learned in his childhood, which he's blocked out. it's a peaceful two years of blissful ignorance.

fast forward to now, tony's packing up his suitcase and getting ready to check out of his hotel when he sees a text from his mom in their family group chat.

seems he's not quite the perfect role model you always made him out to be, howard 🤡, her message reads.

what follows is a link to an instagram post, and from the message preview he can see that it's steve rogers' profile, and under normal circumstances he wouldn't even bother clicking the link.

but 1) maria usually never brings up the man in tony's presence either, and 2) her comment made him laugh. so color tony intrigued.

he taps the link and sees the post. it's a picture of a coffee cup from the place he was at a week ago. the one where he got body slammed by his mysterious dick of a soulmate and unfairly yelled at for it.

he reads the caption and his legs give out under him.

i don't even know if you'll see this, but all i can do is hope. i'm sorry for the words that have made their mark on you. i know i don't deserve it, but i'm hoping you could give me a second chance. i won't yell at you this time, i promise. yours, a fucking asshole

one week ago, captain america was barely even a blip on tony's radar and that's how he preferred it. now, steve rogers is tony's mysterious dick of a soulmate.

what the fuck even is his life.

[superdecibels]

There he goes, gremlinning again ig

[aurumacadicus]

My friends this is almost 3K so unfortunately I have to put it under a cut. It's gonna hurt! <3

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Steve felt sick to his stomach as he stood in the crumbling doorway of his family’s castle. He hadn’t been back to BrookLynn even after his armies had rooted out Hydra—too anxious he’d relive the pain and terror of that night almost twenty years ago, when Hydra had busted in the doors during a ball, where all of the higher-ranking gentry were attending. Well planned over years, he’d realized later—Hydra had wanted to wipe out the royal family and anyone who could take over in one fell swoop. He still dreamed about the screams of people being cut down as he turned to run up to his mother’s room, his father’s roar of rage as he drew sword and delved into the fray. Still remembered the look on his mother’s face as she realized she couldn’t protect him, them, Natasha tiny and curled up in bed with her.

Still had Tony’s face seared into his memory when it twisted from terrified to determined as he took charge, told Bucky to blockade the door to buy them time as Steve helped his mother put a dressing gown on over her nightdress, running his hands over the walls until he found something that went ‘click,’ and then tugged open a secret door and said, “This way! Out the servants’ corridor!”

Tony had been by his side for years, supporting him, and Steve realized now, staring into the dark remains of his former home, he’d never once returned the favor. Steve had lost Bucky, his father, and his kingdom, but he’d still had his mother, Natasha, and Tony. Tony had come away with nothing—his parents gone, his home taken over by Hydra, his money tied up by his uncle’s nefarious deeds. Tony had only had Steve, and Steve had been too hollowed out to help him. Had instead thrown him out and told him not to come back, even though he’d known he was wrong. Had only realized it when he’d looked for him after embracing Bucky and seen Tony had left in the excitement.

Steve swallowed thickly against the bile crawling up his throat. He should have known Tony would come here. Even with Hydra gone, they’d tainted the Stark family home. Steve might have eventually freed up his funds, but Tony still hated to touch the money his uncle had previously stolen. Everyone that Tony would have relied on for help was back in Paris, and Steve had driven a wedge between them from Tony’s point of view. Natasha and Bruce would have helped him. But Steve realized, heart falling to his toes, that Tony would never have asked anyway. He’d been ten when the castle had fallen, had taken the reins of their escape, had been the one to take care of everyone after they limped into Paris, broken and afraid. Tony probably couldn’t even remember a time when he was allowed to hurt and be taken care of by someone else.

Steve stepped into the castle, remembering what Natasha had said when she’d realized she couldn’t stop him from chasing Tony down. Tony hadn’t been protecting himself. Had been drunk when she’d finally stumbled across him. Not actively trying to get himself killed, she’d explained, but not caring if he died. He’d made a hovel for himself in the ballroom. He didn’t want to have to navigate stairs after coming back from drinking himself under the bar. It was nothing but a cot under a blanket tacked up for privacy. Apparently, it wasn’t uncommon for people to seek shelter there before moving on. Tony was just the only long-term resident.

Steve found the blanket exactly where Natasha had said. He pulled up the corner, terrified of what he might see, but there was hope rising in his chest, too. He was here now. He could make amends, tell Tony he had been wrong, convince him to come home.

Tony was there, curled up on his cot, covered in one thin wool blanket that looked like it had been left behind in one of the castle’s linen closets as people looted the better ones. He stepped closer, reaching out to grab his shoulder, maybe shake him awake, then remembered that Natasha had also told him that Tony was skittish, now, reacted to unexpected touch with alarm and, sometimes, fear. He drew his hand back, trying hard not to think about why that was, if it was his fault for their last argument coming to blows. Instead, he stepped closer, letting the blanket fall behind him. It was moth-eaten enough that it let in enough dappled light to see, and he carefully took a seat next to Tony, just to observe him for a moment.

Tony looked different, Steve thought, tilting his head. He hadn’t had the beard when he’d left, preferring to go clean-shaven. It suited him. His hair was longer too, and Steve wondered if that was a choice Tony had made or if he just preferred to spend money on booze instead of a barber. His beard was trimmed nicely, but he could have been doing that himself instead of paying someone. Tony had always been meticulous about his appearance back in Paris. It was kind of nice to see him relaxed in one aspect, even if it did make Steve feel like an asshole for thinking it.

It took a while for Tony to wake up, but Steve waited patiently. He took the time to think over all the times Tony had taken care of him, of everyone, and then sulked off to be alone with his own problems. Tony had always been following him, always had his hands out in an offer to help, always had a sympathetic ear. Steve didn’t know any of Tony’s problems, not real ones that would have required help or support from his friends. Tony hadn’t really had other relationships beyond summer romances or winter flings. He’d… thrown himself into being Steve’s right hand, he realized, heart in his throat. Tony hadn’t had any true romance in his life because he made himself available to Steve’s beck and call.

Steve had been such a fool. He’d been so sure that Tony would always be beside him that he’d taken him for granted. And then he’d yelled at him, almost come to blows with him, and told Tony to leave even when he hadn’t meant it. It was poor thanks for all the care that Tony had given him, and Tony had still seen fit to give him space even after he’d found the real Bucky, when it would have been so easy for him to come and gloat.

Although maybe this was something he simply couldn’t swallow past the guilt to gloat about, Steve thought, frowning, and reached out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. He still remembered vividly the sour lump that had formed in his throat when he’d read that first letter from Tony saying he’d found Bucky, and then paid for someone clearly not Bucky to stand before him. Natasha had said that Tony intended to do the same thing with Bucky, unaware that he’d found the real thing. ‘He’d planned for Bucky to be the last,’ Natasha had said, as if that made it better. Tony wouldn’t have come back after, and he’d have lost both of them.

‘When he let go of me on the train, he thought I’d died,’ Bucky said quietly before he left. ‘I think he’s got to reconcile the fact that he advised against looking for me with the fact that you were right, and I was alive. I don’t blame him, of course, and if the situations were reversed, I might think he was dead too, but… he’s always had a weak spot when it comes to your happiness, Steve.’ And Steve hated that he was right. That Tony blamed himself for Bucky’s death, and now blamed himself for not looking hard enough for him. That Steve had failed Tony and Bucky, somehow, in different ways.

Tony let out a sad sound, pained almost, and Steve recognized it from when Sarah had trusted them to do a wine tasting at one of their country’s loyal vineyards and immediately gotten so drunk that they could barely stand. A hangover. He remembered how his heartbeat had pulsed painfully behind his left eye, how Tony had covered his head with a pillow even though the room was already dark. He wondered if Tony had gotten any better at dealing with the pain since then. He reached out to brush the hair from Tony’s forehead.

Tony smacked his hand away immediately, eyes flying open, shoving himself off the opposite side of the cot and rolling to his feet. Steve gaped at him, stunned, hand falling back to his side. He studiously did not think about what would have taught Tony to have that sort of response to someone touching him while he wasn’t quite awake.

“…St. Steve?” Tony mumbled, squinting at him. He lifted a shaking hand to cover his confused frown, looking away from him. “No, that doesn’t make any sense. Steve’s in Paris. I’m hallucinating again.”

Steve stood up straight, stepping out from under the blanket so Tony could see him properly. “I’m not. I’m right here, Tony.”

Tony chewed on his bottom lip. He didn’t look like he believed him. “No,” he finally decided. “You would never… You have Bucky. There’s no… reason for you to come.”

“I came to bring you home,” Steve told him, trying carefully to press closer, but to his dismay, Tony matched each of his steps with one of his own, keeping the distance between them.

“No,” Tony said again, shaking his head. His eyes were beginning to clear. “No, I don’t. Have one? You sent me away.”

Steve started moving the side, trying to circle him, get Tony trapped between him and the wall. “I did,” he said, instead of telling him how sorry he was, how he’d never meant it. He had sent Tony away. There was nothing he could say to take it back. All he could do was try to make up for it. “It was wrong of me, so I’ve come to bring you home.”

Tony was still shaking his head. “No. No. This is—you’re not real. You wouldn’t come for me. Not after all I’ve done.”

He’d circled Tony around so that his back was to the wall. Steve began advancing on him again, already gearing up to lunge at him if he tried to run away. “Tony, it’s… it’s not fine, obviously, but we… we can work through it. We can be happy together.”

“You were never happy with me,” Tony said quietly, and his lip trembled for a moment before he sucked in a wet breath. “I’m—this isn’t. Must’ve had something bad,” he muttered, lifting his hands to press his palms to his eyes. “Didn’t let the liquor ferment enough maybe. Or—that stew. Under-cooked meat or something. I. This isn’t real. I’m having a nightmare. This isn’t true.”

Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat. “It’s not a dream, Tony.”

“I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone,” Tony said, voice cracking, and his shoulders finally hit the wall.

Steve lunged in immediately, hands flying up to bar him between them, so he couldn’t run away. “I’m here, Tony. I’ve come to take you home.”

Tony pulled his hands away from his face, brows furrowing together as he stared up at him—in disbelief, maybe, or confusion? His mouth worked uselessly, no words coming out, before finally his eyes cleared, as if he’d still been half asleep as he’d spoken and had suddenly just become lucid. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Steve blinked, stunned, and almost let Tony brush past him. But this was not going to go Tony’s way, he decided, resolve turning to steel, and he grabbed Tony’s bicep before he could pass out of his reach. “You absolutely are. You’re coming back to Paris. We’re going home.”

Tony twisted to scowl at him, offended. “You’re not the fucking boss of me! You can’t make me do anything I don’t w—are you arresting me?! I don’t see any fucking guards, idiot!”

“I don’t need anyone else to make you do anything,” Steve answered firmly. Tony tugged at his grip, trying to smack his hand off, and Steve tugged him closer, turning to cage him in against the wall again. “Either you’re going back to Paris with me, or I’m staying here with you.”

“You can’t stay here! There are still Hydra spies around here!” Tony exclaimed, outraged, and reached out to grab his shoulders. “You were stupid to come here alone in the first place—”

“Okay,” Steve answered calmly, finally releasing Tony’s arm so he could grab his wrists and pin them above his head.

“Wait, what are yo—” Tony began, squirming, as Steve got both his wrists in one hand. He tried to kick out, but he hadn’t taken physically training as seriously as Steve, too focused on reading and scheming to make sure Hydra could never get a foothold in Paris. Steve avoided the kick easily, instead pressing his thigh between Tony’s, not letting him get leverage for another. “Steve, stop, will you just—”

“Well, you said I can’t stay here with you,” Steve said, reaching up to grab his tie and loosen it from his throat. He whipped it out flat, then reached up, circling Tony’s wrists with the fabric. “And I only gave you one other option.”

“I’m not going back to Paris with you!” Tony howled, then yelped when Steve ignored him, instead bending to toss him over his shoulder and begin carrying him from the castle.

Steve wouldn’t be swayed. “Well, you are, and I’ll keep you there if I have to keep you tied up and on my lap the entire time.”

“If you wanted to fuck me you didn’t have to kidnap me,” Tony purred, reaching down Steve’s back to grab his ass with one of his bound hands. “I’m easy. We could have done it on my cot.”

“You’re not seducing me out of taking you to Paris,” Steve deadpanned. It might have worked, before… everything. But then, everything had happened, and he wanted Tony near to him more than he wanted to finally have him in bed.

Tony, predictably, responded with rage, kicking wildly as he snarled, “Then fucking put me down you dick! You kicked me out, not the other way around, Steve, and—”

“I’m correcting that mistake,” Steve replied simply. “And you seem to be drawing a lot of attention to us for someone who doesn’t want Hydra spies to know I’m—”

“You’re the one who caused this, not me,” Tony snapped, trying to crane his neck to glare at his face. “And! When the fuck did you get so strong, what the hell—”

“Started working out in earnest after you left because I had nothing else to fill my time,” Steve said, ducking through the hole he’d come in through. It was a quick three miles to the train station. He had already bribed the station agents and porters to look the other way as he, quite literally, kidnapped another man. It was just getting there with Tony struggling that would prove to be most difficult.

“Fucking put me down, Steve!” Tony roared, and, when Steve noticed people turning to look at the commotion, he simply raised one hand and brought the flat of it back down on Tony’s ass, smacking him so loud that the people who hadn’t turned to look before were now staring as well in affront.

“Stop being difficult,” Steve told him firmly. “I told you. We’re going home.”

Tony, mercifully, was too stunned to do more than gibber at him, brain apparently devoid of any scathing remarks. Steve glanced up at him and couldn’t help a smirk when he saw that Tony’s cheeks had flooded crimson, eyes wide, mouth gaping. He turned his gaze back on the path in front of him. He was keeping in mind what Natasha had said, that intimacy made people uncomfortable. If he made everyone think it was just a lovers’ quarrel, they’d turn their gazes away in embarrassment. That Tony was apparently just as flustered was a helpful plus.

Tony started shouting at him for being a deviant and a pervert halfway through the walk, kicking and screaming again, and it really only sold it as a domestic dispute. No one stepped in to help him. Steve would have been concerned, except he’d planned this. Pretend they were close enough, that this was normal, and people would think it was normal for them. It had been, once upon a time, if without the fondling. Before the fight.

Before Steve had ruined everything.

[gavemeahome]

stevetony icons

[unearthedheart]

watching hannibal rising right now why is this dude mewing constantly

[venomous-soliloquy]

I'm uncertain if I should apologize for the amount of OC art I've been working on lately. It's certainly not that I'm not still interested in Stony and Marvel. Quite the opposite. But, I admit I don't have as much inspiration for new art atm. Kind of uncertain what I feel like drawing when it comes to Steve and Tony.

My OCs on the other hand? Well, I haven't had much time until lately to even really look at them. They're always at the back of my mind, though. And, honestly, I want to write a webcomic! Which means, for better or for worse, that means focusing a whole heck of a lot more on my OCs. Especially when there are a bunch of characters I've never fully fleshed out in the story I'm pulling from for the webcomic.

That being said, there's gonna be new Stony art soon because the art relay is ending very, very soon. And, no doubt, I'll be plagued by some unstoppable inspiration once more in regard to Stony. Lord knows, I can't say no to drawing more CapWolf at the very least.

[sharlinefreire]

this is so me.

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: You know what's better than a weekend in Las Vegas? A week in Las Vegas.

Steve: I don't think that's a good idea, Steve. We have responsibilities.

Tony: That's why you need a vacation from your life, Steve. A week in Vegas is like hitting the reset button on your soul!

Sam: And your liver.

[meidui]

i tell antis to let steve rogers and tony stark rest and then turn around and drag steve rogers and tony stark out of their graves to involve them in Situations

[kayluh1915]

Okay, so I just bought Tony's arc reactor to add to my charm bracelet, right?

It's beautiful and I adore it... but I just noticed...

k, that's all. i'mma go cry my eyes out now

[kcscribbler]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the ever-early @elodiah

Since the Stark Snark™ in my Last Line post seemed to amuse people and I haven't written much this week, you can have a few sentences of context.

For reference, I'm headcanoning this particular timeline branch as something of a mix between AA and the MCU, so the characters are going to skew more AA-verse but events will be more MCU-verse. Shhhhh just roll with it.

(Side note: If you've never watched the Avengers Assemble animated series, do yourself a favor and watch it.)

“Okay, I know we see a lot of weird, but you can’t tell me that’s not a whole new bucketful of weird. Weird with a side of disturbing.” Steve’s eyebrow judges him over the lip of a glass soda bottle. “Not as disturbing as the fact that you can apparently override Privacy Mode on any room in the Tower.” “They literally appeared out of a magical glowing doorway in a place equipped with enough magical armaments it’d bounce Stephen Strange on his bespelled butt in the middle of the harbor if he even thought about trying to bypass them.” Tony waggles a lit blowtorch at him for emphasis. “Your ethical argument is invalid when it’s my Tower being gatecrashed by a genocidal demi-god and what looks like his financial advisor.”

Tagging @lokimobius @in-my-loki-feels @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @lgwilt @silentxsymphony

@devilbearingtrouble @andthekitchensinkao3 @scifikimmi @impulsemuppet and open tag for anyone else!