#stony on the way

[meidui]

Is Pepper here? I didn't see her. CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)

[malice-kingdom]

Sleepy morning.

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I’m practicing animation right now and it’s pretty hard but drawing Tony keeps me motivated :)

GIF quality is something I will never master I fear, so here few of the frames.

I’m sort of thinking about slowing the animation cause it would look more natural and I could upload it on YouTube with some lofi on it or something.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i saw them in the cookbook pages and Immediately thought of this meme:

[bumble-bee42]

Haven’t been posting a lot here because I’ve been drawing a lot of stony. M’bad

[ironspidersblog]

[artinggrace]

all the bookplates i drew for the stevetony notebook orders~

[sunnysideprincess]

Steve and Tony meet at a bar. Steve's celebrating his lucky thirty and Tony's finally done with his third PhD. They are on the opposite sides of the room, both with a different friend group and when their eyes meet—sparks fly. Tony's swooning when Steve shoves him up against the car, orders the cab driver to take them to Steve's place: a modest two bedroom flat. Steve loves how sweet Tony is, how hot and bothered both of their bodies are. How they are both unwilling to let go of each other even when Steve has to open the door. How when Steve takes off his shirt, Tony follows suit. How Steve has Tony pinned underneath, touching his feverish, sweat soaked skin and wait—

"Are you okay," Steve asks in between, stopping his cold touches so suddenly that Tony mewls an embarrassingly high pitched sound.

"Yes! Why'd you stop?"

"Well, you're kinda hot."

"Only kinda," Tony huffs out a laugh, then frowns when Steve touches his forehead like his mama used to do. Worse, Steve backs off with a loud, exasperated sigh, hands on his waist as he stares him down.

"I think you're sick."

"I'm not."

Turns out, he is.

Turns out Tony might be the first one ever to end up taking a nap, drinking chicken soup and being mothered by his supposed hook up to get rid of his exhaustion induced fever.

[stuckinapril]

So inspired by girls as little as three years older than me bc the self-assuredness and elegance to even the way they walk is crazy

[aurumacadicus]

I haven't read much 616 comics-wise (I have read lots of fan fiction tho 👀) BUT I do write a lot of omegaverse so tell me if this is anything:

Tony isn't ashamed of being an omega, really. Life would be easier, certainly, if he was an alpha or even a beta. But he's done well for himself despite a lot of alphas in business thinking he's cute. He's pretty proud of the respect he's earned, even if he is a little bitter that that respect is just expected for alphas.

So he has no idea why, in the Iron Man armor, he tells Steve he's an alpha. (He knows a little. He's afraid of being kicked off the team for a multitude of reasons, not just being an omega. Being Tony Stark would be reason enough. Tony Stark isn't a hero, after all.) The armor is well-insulated, not just to protect him from hits, but to smother any scent that might tip someone off. He could have just left it vague.

It's fine, he figures. Steve likes have a fellow alpha to spend time with. He knows that Steve doesn't actually mind hanging out with others, but he's expressed that he's nervous around 'the more delicate sexes,' especially with the serum increasing his strength. So. He likes that he can put Steve at ease like that. He likes to be helpful. Besides, with the suit, he's basically at alpha strength anyway! It's not really a lie. In the suit, he's more physically alpha.

Anyway something something villains.

Steve is dosed with something that sends him into a rage, and the only person there for him to take it out on is Iron Man, who is locked in the room with him. (This is not a coincidence, I imagine villains want Steve to 1) suffer the guilt of killing his best friend and 2) thereby be easier to control, in theory.)

He's tearing the armor apart, and quite frankly, Tony's terrified with the anger naked on Steve's face. Steve is normally a very private person, even when it comes to his emotion, and he's never seen him even angry. Annoyed, sure, maybe, but even then, it had been good-natured. This is something else entirely, ugly and vindictive. He knows, logically, that this isn't Steve, not really. But Steve's torn one of the gauntlets off, nearly broke Tony's arm in the process, so he's got to figure something out before Steve really does kill him.

Perhaps foolishly, he reaches up to take the helmet off, fumbling with the catches as he lunges out of Steve's way. He doesn't make it far enough--Steve grabs one of his boots and yanks him back, lifts a fist so he can bring it down on the catches at the knee. Steve will break his leg if he finishes the move, Tony realizes, finally getting the catches open and shoving the helmet up, off. He can't help the gasp that he sucks in as the cool air hits his face, the scent of Steve's rage rolling across his tongue bitter and acrid.

"Steveit'sme," he says, and this isn't how he wanted to tell Steve, never how he wanted to tell him, but he knows, deep in his bones, that if Steve kills him without knowing who he's killing, it'll just hurt him even more. If he dies now, hopefully Steve will be angry at the villains for making him do it, making him hurt someone who can't even hope to hold a candle to his alpha strength, let alone his serum. Maybe Steve will focus on revenge instead of guilt.

Steve freezes, sort of, knuckles hitting the armor and then stopping abruptly. Tony feels a twinge, but he's relieved that it's only that. His knee will be fine. So long as Steve doesn't decide to kill him for lying, he thinks, biting his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from apologizing. He's not sorry he hid his identity. Maybe he shouldn't have lied about his orientation, but Steve had showed Jan cautious behavior that she'd had to scare out of him. Now Steve knows that Iron Man isn't just an omega, he's Tony Stark and the friendly but distant team benefactor. Maybe Steve needed the distance, Tony thinks, swallowing thickly.

It takes Tony a minute to realize that Steve's eyes are locked on his throat, and he has no idea why until he swallows again, watches Steve's eyes track the nervous up-and-down of his Adam's apple, sees Steve's pupils dilate even wider than they had been. He bites deeper into his lip to check if he's really seeing what he is or if it's just wishful thinking.

Steve's eyes dart up to his lips, and when Tony lets out a soft puff of breath, mouth dropping open in shock, Steve starts to lean in, looks angrier for a second, then turns his head away with a distressed grunt, hands flexing on Tony's armor until it creaks, and Steve lets go when he whimpers.

"Okay," Tony gasps, reaching up to wrap his arms around Steve's neck. "Come here. Come here. We'll get through this, Steve."

"Tony," Steve whispers, shaking with the effort of not moving. "It's you."

"Come here," Tony urges again, pulling down around his neck. "I've got you, Steve."

"Please," Steve whispers, and it's the most scared Tony has ever heard him, the rage and aggression giving way to despair, heavy and discordant after the terror Tony had been inspired to. "Why you?"

Tony will be hurt later, he figures. He never wanted to disappoint Steve. But Steve is still clearly feeling the effects of whatever they dosed him with. He figures he's lucky Steve didn't punch him when he showed his face. "It's okay, Steve," he tells him as kindly as he can manage, and Steve makes a hurt noise, or maybe a sound trying to negate what he's saying.

But Steve kisses him back when he finally draws him down, hands slowing as he mentally shifts to peeling Tony free instead of trying to bust in, and he pushes the hurt to the back of his mind.

[airlocksandaviaries]

Hey avengers assemble animators. Turn on ur location. I promise I just wanna talk

[kathrahender]

I seriously need to find the Blue Oni to my Red Oni.

[meidui]

2012!stevetony + that don't impress me much

[sitting-on-me-bum]

“Milky Way Rising Over Stony River & Mt Taranaki”

Taranaki, New Zealand.

Photographer: Brendan Larsen

Milky Way Photographer of the Year

[mrcreative8899]

Edgin: Hey Xenk, are you into BDSM?

Xenk: What is BDSM?

Edgin: Bible Discussion & Study Meetings.

Xenk: Yeah, I’m into BDSM.

Simon: *overhearing* Oh my God!

[incorrecttonyxeveryonequotes]

[phone ringing]

Natsha: Yes?

Harley: It's us. Is Tony there with that guy Rhodey set him up with?

Natasha: They're here. And it's not good. Stephen is super-hot.

Peter: Oh my God, I hate Stephen so much.

Harley: Natasha, you and Bucky need to ruin this date. Just spill their drinks on them. Oh, tell lies about Tony. Just do whatever you need to get rid of this guy.

Natasha: On it. [hangs up, to Bucky] Get me a burger!

[Avengers Tower]

Harley: We need to find Steve and make him do something about his feelings.

Peter: He went to that TaskRabbit gig. We have no idea where he is.

Harley: He was walking. He can't be that far.

[lonesome-dreamsss]

steve plays tony sappy love songs from the 40s!!! he also ventures into the 50s and 60s, hits ALL the old time-y songs. he's so in love and this is how he shows it best (along with his art of course, he has an entire sketchbook dedicated to tony).

the first time he does it, they're in the kitchen, steve's making them breakfast and tony is at the table with a coffee. steve's phone is set up, playing music, soft, quiet songs, mostly instrumentals. once he has the pancakes on a plate, he changes it to a billie holiday song. it's something so, so sappy and tony grins and is like "he's playing me love songs now?" and steve grins back and says "maybe. are you complaining?" the tips of tony's ears are pink but no, he isn't complaining, not one bit. when the song ends, tony kisses him and says "i love you too, y'know." and steve does know.

the next time, they're in tony's work shop, tony's playing around with some new suit ideas for the team and steve's drawing (tony as he is then, stained with oil smears, hair askew, absolutely beaming). steve smiles softly and requests that jarvis play this dean martin song. tony turns to look at him, that same grin he had the first time spreading across his face, "you're ridiculous." steve gives him his best who me? face and tony throws his head back and laughs.

tony takes them out of nyc, some place in upstate new york, so they could stargaze. he knows nothing about the stars, and steve is just as clueless, but it's less about that and more about just being with one another, experiencing the world's beauty together. though steve spends most of the time looking at tony because well, he's more beautiful then any star or moon. steve goes for bing crosby, and tony laughs into steve's shoulder, eyes shining in the silver lighting, "i'm starting to think you have a playlist all made up." steve presses a kiss to tony's head, "maybe i do." "sap." steve laughs, "only for you." tony then gives him the softest look, love so plainly there, and it leaves steve breathless, "aren't i lucky." steve thinks he's the lucky one.

they're in bed, tony had woken up from a nightmare and can't fall back asleep. steve's running his fingers through tony's hair and using his other hand to rub his thumb over tony's own hand. it seems to mellow tony out to some extent, but he's still tense and his eyes are glazed over, he's somewhere in his head, lost to whatever thoughts are consuming him. steve picks nat king cole now, though this time, he sings it himself. he's not a singer by any means, but he doesn't let that stop him. it pulls tony back to the present, and he cracks the tiniest of smiles. steve takes that as a win.

tony's hurt. he's hurt and he's unconscious and looks oh so pale and broken laying in the hospital bed. it's been nearly two days now, and steve is exhausted. he hasn't left the hospital chair, despite the rest of the team telling him he needs rest too. nat had almost dragged him out of there and to a shower and his bed, but he's nothing if not stubborn. she gave up, in the end, and told him to at least eat something, before leaving, saying she'd be back in the morning. steve clutches tony's hand, fighting the urge to cry yet again. he does the only thing he can think to do, the only thing that might be able to fix this in some way. he starts to sing. it's ella fitzgerald this time. his voice is dry, cracking with each word, but he keeps going. it's comforting, in a way, and he hopes it's comforting for tony too, hopes tony can even hear him. the tears come anyway, despite his best efforts, and the lyrics catch in his throat. then, in an answer to his prayers, tony squeezes his hand. it's weak but god, it's there and steve chokes out a sob, relief coursing through him. tony'll be okay.

"are you ready?" steve asks, moving to wrap his arms around tony's waist. "i was born ready, capsicle," tony says back with a wink, settling his arms around steve's neck. they fit together perfectly. frank sinatra starts to play, they had picked this one together, for this moment, and they start to dance. with the way tony's looking at him and the way the ring sits snug on his left hand, steve feels his heart swells in his chest and he can't help but lean in to kiss tony. tony smiles into the kiss and then laughs as everyone around them cheers. this is what pure happiness is, steve thinks, and rests his forehead against tony's. the song comes to a close and tony kisses him once more before tugging him towards the cake with a grin that rivals the brightness of the sun.