#stevetony games 2023

[veethesnake]

Messy sketch by me, beautiful lines by @massivespacewren!

For the @stevetonygames Team Past, square Tears, challenge Pass It On

#stevetony games 2023 #stevetony #stony #Capwolf #tony stark #team past #fanart #marvel #Earth-666

[massivespacewren]

An art for the flashbang challenge for the @stevetonygames For the square "helmet". Tony lost his, and while Steve is still wearing his, Tony would know him anywhere. There will also be fic for this! We're calling the project "Fate Turns on a Swordpoint" edit: here's the fic on AO3

#stony #stevetony #stevetony games #medieval au #knight tony #knight steve #swords #stevetony games 2023 #digital art

[avengersnewb]

Dr. Potts and Captain Stevens

Tony nudges Steve into the closet.  

“What—” Steve protests but goes anyway, all the way to the back where boxes of detergent are stacked against the wall. 

Tony follows through, squeezes in and closes the door behind himself. “They were looking for us,” he whispers, tapping his glasses to adjust to the much darker space quickly.  

It’s a tight space, he realizes just then, trying to take a step back, but there is no space at the back, none whatsoever, so he just stands there and tries to breathe in, hoping to keep his belly from bumping into Steve’s side. 

“How could you tell?” Steve asks, quietly, shifting on his feet, clearly trying—and failing—to put some space between them. 

“FRIDAY,” he whispers back, “she analyzes every moment and detects any anomaly.” 

“Wow, Dr. Potts,” Steve says, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t think she knew how to do that last time you and I went on a mission together.” 

Warmth curls in Tony’s gut. Steve has taken Tony’s breath away with a name and one observant sentence, and just like that, Tony’s thrown back through time, like it’s those old days, when they were tiptoeing around each other all the time, when every interaction was loaded, and flirty, and oh, full of promise. 

“Well, Captain Stevens,” Tony says, letting his breath out. “A lot has changed since you and I were on a mission together.” 

“Yeah?” Steve comes closer somehow, even if there was barely an inch between them to begin with. He’s blushing, Tony can see clearly with how FRIDAY’s illuminating the space for him artificially, the way Steve's cheeks are more pink that they were a moment ago, how the color is running down the skin visible between the lapels of his army jacket. “Like what?” 

Tony’s heart is hammering in his chest. Steve’s body is pressed against him now and Tony can hear the low sound of his breathing; he swears that he can feel the warmth radiating off his body. 

He takes one moment, and thinks about it. 

They’re in a whole different timeline, with different names, different jobs, and maybe, just maybe Dr. Potts and Captain Stevens have been dancing around each other all their lives too, maybe Dr. Potts has watched Captain Stevens, young, and pretty, and blushing, and has dreamed about pushing him inside this very closet, too many times. Maybe Captain Stevens of this universe is into Dr. Potts, a lot, but he doesn’t dare to say it out loud, and Dr. Potts doesn’t doubt it, he knows everything that is going on inside the Captain’s head right this second. 

“I don't think we’ve ever done this on a mission,” he whispers against Steve’s neck before tilting his head and pressing his lips to Steve’s. 

He can feel the way Steve’s body goes tense for what must be the longest moment in the world, and Tony wonders if there is enough space to pull back even a little, before Steve’s hand cups his jaw, before Steve pulls him in, holding on as he parts his lips and lets Tony in, humming into Tony’s mouth, grabbing at Tony’s coat with his free hand. Tony finds the back of Steve's neck to pull them together even more while he tastes inside Steve’s mouth, and it’s fire, electricity, hot and liquid running through his veins, pooling low in his gut. 

Dr. Potts and Captain Stevens deserve this, holding each other, panting into the kiss, forgetting where they are entirely, and so do Steve and Tony; just like their 1970’s counterparts, Tony thinks that they have waited long enough. 

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #stevetony games 2023

[stark---contrast]

@stevetonygames team Future | "Money" | 310 words | Avengers Assemble

"Oh, come on!"

Tony grinned. "Pay up, Rogers."

"This is extortion," Steve grumbled.

"Hey now, this is my property," Tony said. "Nobody forced you to be here."

"You're saying that like I had a choice," Steve spat. "But that's just how the world works, isn't it? The rich get richer, the poor get poorer."

Tony snorted. "Well, if you invested earlier…"

"I couldn't afford to because of your stupid taxes—"

"Jesus, Cap, it's just Monopoly," Clint groaned. "Pay the damn fake dollars and get on with it."

"Yes, make haste, friend!" Thor said. "I hope to purchase another railroad!"

"Hulk smash puny board!" the Hulk roared.

Tony saw Steve's neck flush as he turned to their friends.

"Uh…sorry, guys," Steve said.

Natasha looked up from where she'd been intently eyeing the board and smiled. "Don't worry about it."

"Do worry about it," Sam groaned, half-slumped over the coffee table. "We've been playing for two hours. Please just let Tony win and put me out of my misery."

"See? The people have spoken!" Tony said, pointing at Sam.

"Oh, hell no," Clint said. "Tasha and I are just getting started."

"What was our Monopoly record? Fourteen hours?" Natasha said.

"Okay, fine!" Steve said, slapping the remainder of his fake money on the table. "Here's all I have. Enjoy," he said, glaring at Tony.

"Why thank you very much!" Tony grinned victoriously and scooped up the bills.

"Thor, it's your turn," Sam said.

While the round continued, Steve huffed and leaned back against the couch, his shoulder bumping into Tony's. Tony glanced over just to see Captain America pouting like a child.

"It's okay, Cap," Tony said, patting Steve's hand. "I'll build another hotel in your honor."

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight," Steve grumbled.

Tony merely laughed and intertwined their fingers, his thumb rubbing over Steve's wedding band. "Of course, darling."

#stevetony games 2023 #avengers assemble #tony stark #steve rogers #stony #starkfic

[becci-chan]

Shadow

Tony found Steve staring at the ceiling in the common area, clearly confused.

He followed Steve’s gaze and spotted a large shadow in the corner.

“Are you gonna do something about that spider?” Tony asked, amused.

“Don’t you think it’s a little… too big?”

“Since when are you arachnophobic?” Tony teased.

“I’m not. It’s just… odd.”

“Want me to remove it? I know a trick.”

“Trick?”

“If you come down now, you can stay for dinner and we’ll order Thai food!”

Suddenly Peter dropped from the ceiling, making Steve gasp.

Tony laughed, “The camouflage function almost works. Good job, Pete.”

~~~

For the @stevetonygames 2023 Team Past Square "Shadow"

#stony #stevetony #stevetony games 2023 #team past #drabble #my writing

[festiveferret]

Despite having a one month old, I can't let the Steve Tony Games go by without at least a few fills, so I'm exploiting my own child for STG points :P

I made this one-handed while he napped on me :P

#stevetony games 2023 #team future #stony

[starvels]

I wish the god of this place would put me in its mouth until I dissolve, until the field doesn’t end and I am broken down like a shotgun, swabbed clean. A Horse Grazes in My Shadow, Matt Rasmussen

for the 2023 @stevetonygames, Team Future. pass-it-on challenge with @loraneldin for bingo square: tears. Marvel 1872.

#1872 #stevetony games 2023 #stevetony #stony #stg #my edit #thanks for the kickass pics lor!!

[itsmaybitheway]

Consequences of Making an Impatient Supersoldier Wait

@stevetonygames 2023 | Team: Present | 100 Words | Square: Consequences | Challenge: Drabble

“You said five minutes.”

Steve stood at the entrance of the workshop, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed on his chest.

Without even turning his head, or looking at his direction Tony repeated. “Yes honey, I’ll come to bed in five minutes.”

All of a sudden there were large hands holding his waist that hoisted him up. Before he could register what was happening, Tony was upside down, looking at one juicy piece of ass. “Whoa- what the hell?”

“That was three hours ago Tony, you said five more minutes three hours ago. I need my husband in bed, now.”

#stevetony #stony #tony stark #steve rogers #stony fic #stevetony games 2023 #steve rogers is a cavemen #tony secretly loves it #he for sure apologized with a bj

[stonyisforever]

Seasons of Life

Steve never appreciated the seasons until Tony entered his life.

Finding himself captivated by the enchanting sight of Tony's hair gracefully dancing in the gentle, spring breeze. The warm sunlight casting its golden beams upon Tony's eyes, illuminating the mesmerizing copper hues speckled within. His cheeks flushed rosy from the heat of the day and the trek from the rental cabin.

Tony’s hand firmly clasps his own before he’s led to a tranquil spot overlooking the pond, then is guided down to settle onto the damp grass beneath the shelter of an elm tree. The water rippling and shimmering brilliantly as a family of ducks casually swim by.

“Didn’t really have a chance to prepare a proper meal,” Tony admits, subconsciously rubbing the nape of his neck. “Only managed to pack some cold pizza and a couple beers.”

A faint smile tugs at the corners of Steve’s lips at Tony’s dismal attempt towards a romantic gesture. “Sounds perfectly good to me.”

The dazzling grin he receives is well worth the meager meal.

It’s worth anything.

~*~

With summer’s arrival, they’re afforded a trip to the beach. Allowing Steve to quietly admire the rivulets of water tracing along the contours of Tony’s body. His skin sun-kissed and shiny from poorly applied sunscreen. The undersized, gold and red speedo clearly chosen to scandalize Rhodey—who’s pointedly moved down shore with Pepper—rather than for the sake of fashion sense.

“I chased Jaws away,” Tony teases as he trudges out of the water. “It’s safe to come in now.”

“Oh, really?” Steve automatically plays along, enjoying the banter they’ve mastered over the years. “Did Iron man show up when I wasn’t looking?”

Feigning offense, Tony theatrically presses his hand to his chest. “Why, Cap, are you insinuating I’m weak and helpless?”

“Of course not,” Steve deadpans. “After such an impressive display of strength, surely carrying a frightened, super soldier without the armor would be a piece of cake for you. Wouldn’t it, Shellhead?”

A spark of challenge fleets across Tony’s face, causing Steve to raise his brows expectantly. “Exactly right.” Tony puffs out his chest in show of his determination. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Later that night, Tony insists to the team the terrible aches from pulled muscles in his arms are due to jellyfish stings. And by morning, Steve ensures the comical sketch of jellyfish lifting dumbbells is placed strategically on the pillow beside Tony’s head.

~*~

Autumn brings an array of color and cooler temperatures. Enticing them to take a walk through the park to admire the changing colors. Leaves crunching underfoot as they stroll along, observing other couples intertwined and lost in their own worlds.

Steve appreciates Tony’s decision to wear the turtleneck sweater he gifted him, but remains concerned by strange discolored veins crawling up Tony’s skin towards his ear.

“Have you ever wondered if this is the only life we get?” Tony asks, apropos nothing, and stops to intently observe the leaves fluttering down.

There’s something oddly melancholy about his demeanor, but Steve’s long since embraced Tony’s vacillating moods.

“Sometimes,” he admits, shifting uncomfortably. “But, who knows?”

Tony swallows, the muscles of his throat visibly straining to do so. “What if we never see each other again?”

Steve blinks, momentarily taken aback by the grim concept. “Then, I guess we’ll have to appreciate it while we have the chance.”

Reaching to cup Tony’s face in his hands, Steve gently rubs a thumb over his cheekbone. Giving Tony a minute to melt into his touch before he leans in, pressing his mouth against slightly chapped lips.

Memorizing the sound of Tony’s appreciative moan as leaves skitter across the ground.

~*~

Tony stands by the window, enthralled by the winter storm and seemingly lost in thought as he sips absently at his hot cocoa.

Steve sets his respective mug onto the side table and moves to join Tony, encircling his shoulders with his arms.

“Are you all right?” Steve wonders against the shell of his ear.

“Always,” Tony responds as if on autopilot, but sinks back against him, letting Steve support his weight.

“Then, what’s on your mind?” Steve rephrases.

“Just wondering if Santa received my letter.”

Steve hums in response. Not exactly liking the dismissive tone, but knowing better than to press.

“What make you think you’re on the nice list this year?” Steve strives to lighten the mood, and smirks at Tony’s scoff.

“I’m always on the nice list,” Tony retorts. Then, corrects himself, “Except for that one time.”

Steve chuckles fondly, ducking down to kiss along the curve of Tony’s neck. Feeling the raised veins against his lips.

“What did you ask for?”

He catches the sharp intake of breath before Tony stiffens.

“Tony?” he starts, quelling the rising panic.

“More time…,” Tony answered at length, voice scarcely audible, “with you.”

Without elaboration, Tony turns in Steve’s embrace, and kisses him with a force Steve hasn’t experienced. Just shy of painful as Tony’s tongue dominates his mouth.

They make love passionately—desperately. The feel of Tony beneath him, his legs wrapped around Steve’s hips, delicious and heavenly.

“I love you,” Tony says breathlessly into Steve’s ear for the first time.

Steve can’t shake the feeling it might also be the last.

~*~

Grey.

The world is encompassed by it.

No more sunshine.

No color.

No warmth.

The offerings at Tony’s grave are the only indication of passing time. Flowers withering and dying to be replaced by a fresh batch. The pictures in the frames fading, steadily erasing Tony’s smile.

Steve never hated the seasons until Tony exited his life.

------------------------ For @stevetonygames 2023 Team Past (screen name: ResilientSystem||Theyumenoinu) Square "Seasons"

#SteveTony Games 2023 #SteveTonygames #Steve Tony Games #Stony #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Ficlet #Warning: Major Character Death

[amysnotdeadyet]

Cat-Scratch Fever

I wrote Pre-Slash fluff! It’s Stony-to-Stuckony sort of, in that Steve and Tony are like thiiiiiis close to getting together and then Bucky arrives and whoops, they’re all up for it, but, everyone needs (and gets!!) therapy. Also they eat a lot of New York style pizza.

Oh, and Tony and Bucky are catboys, while Steve is a golden retriever.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49119028

#my fic #stevetony games 2023 #stony #stuckony #pre-slash #i don't know man

[gotlostonmywayhome]

Will Not Be Caught (Yet) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel 616 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Capwolf, Established Relationship, Wolves, moodboard, Drabble, Team Future, Future Tense is awkward y'all, Transformative Works Welcome Series: Part 6 of Marvel Drabbles Summary:

Tony knows he will be caught, but that’s the point. He will not make it easy for Steve.

Written for: @stevetonygames - Shadow @cap-ironman Bingo - Moon

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony games 2023 #cap ironman bingo #mind the tags #check the tags #moodboard #drabble

[veethesnake]

First Year of Us

Universe: AA

For the @stevetonygames Team Past, square Seasons, challenge Resolutions (make quicker artwork and be less of a perfectionist about it).

#stevetony games 2023 #stevetony games #stevetony #stony #aa stony #avengers assemble #superhusbands #fanart #stick figures #art #please look at Tony’s shirt I am so proud of that idea lmao #team past

[massivespacewren]

A gift for @sineala for the fic "Double Time"

'"Hey, Shellhead," he says.

He wonders where the hell that came from.

Tony's hand slips and whatever he was working on sparks under his fingers and puffs out a plume of acrid smoke. He swears under his breath and then looks up, face pale, stunned, like he hadn't expected to hear that particular nickname from Steve again in his life.

And then he tilts his jaw up and smiles. It's a very small, tentative smile. "Yeah, Winghead?"' For the Stevetony games square "warp" because Tony and Steve got transported to another unvierse. For team past and the challenge "inspired by"

#stony #stevetony #stevetony games #art by wren #616 #marvel comics #stevetony games 2023 #digital art #digital lineart #lineart

[avengersnewb]

Tears

That was, by Steve’s own count, Tony’s 21st sneeze in the past half hour. On top of that, his eyes were red with tears and he kept narrowing his eyes and trying to stare down the flowering trees in Central Park.

‘Tony.’

‘No.’

‘It’s your allergies. Please…’

‘I don’t have allergies.’

Wondering again why he loved this stubborn idiot so much, Steve offered him his handkerchief . ‘Sure, Tony, sure.’

Tony took the handkerchief and blew his nose. His face was blotchy and swollen and tears were practically running down his cheeks. Steve didn’t like it that Tony was having a terrible time, of course, but he looked so adorably grumpy, with that stubborn, almost pouty face and runny nose; Steve’s heart was feeling all warm and gooey for him. 

He took a step closer and wrapped his arm around Tony’s waist. ‘Tell you what, sweetheart,’ he said, pressing Tony to himself from the side. ‘How about we make a deal?’

‘Deal?’ Tony sniffled and wiped his nose with the handkerchief. ‘What kind of deal are we talking about?’ 

‘If you let me walk you back home and make you some freshly-squeezed orange juice,’ Steve said, matter-of-factly, with a smile. ‘I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, as soon as you wake up.’

Tony pulled away, narrowing his already half-closed eyes. ‘Deal, of course, Ste—’ he turned his face, hid it in the handkerchief and sneezed ‘—Steve. I like fresh orange juice, and I love doing whatever I want to you.’ He did his best to wink, but he only managed to wiggle half of an eyebrow. ‘But hang on, why would I be asleep in the first place, so I’d need to wake up in order to be able to, you know, do things to you?’

‘Trust me.’ Steve smiled and pulled Tony back in. ‘You’ll be fast asleep, as soon as you finish the glass.’

‘Ugh,’ Tony mumbled, as he leaned into Steve’s side. ‘You’re gonna make me take allergy medicine with the orange juice?’

‘I don’t think that details are really important anymore,’ Steve said, feeling pleased with himself. ‘You already took the deal, didn’t you?’

‘Oh, Steve, I thought you were a man of honor,’ Tony said, between a couple of sneezes. ‘Taking advantage of me in this state? That’s beneath you.’

Steve kissed the top of Tony’s hair. ‘All’s fair in love and war.’ 

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written with sadistic sparkle for SteveTony games.

#stony #stevetony #avengers assemble #stevetony games 2023

[stark---contrast]

@stevetonygames team future | "Tears" | MCU | 100 words

"How could you!?"

"I didn't mean to!"

"This is all your fault!" Tony accused with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Steve exclaimed, just as distressed. "I didn't know, I swear!"

"His wife is dead, Steve!" Tony yelled around a sob.

"I know," Steve sniffled, snot running down his face from crying so much. "I know, okay? I never meant for this to happen!"

"Can we pleeeaaase keep watching the movie now?" Morgan groaned between them on the couch.

Tony glared at Steve and pressed play, resuming Up on the large TV. "I'm never letting you pick a movie again."

#stevetony games 2023 #stony #mcu #starkfic

[becci-chan]

For the @stevetonygames 2023 Team Past Square "Nope Nope Nope" For the "Inspired by" challenge, a little fic about THIS incredible piece of art by @sibmakesart! <3

You can also read the story on AO3. :)

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Wordless

~600 words

Summary: Tony doesn't want to talk to Steve. Thankfully, he doesn't need to.

Steve knew something was wrong the moment he stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse. Right in front of him lay Tony’s suit jacket on the floor, carelessly dropped, so it seemed. Steve picked it up and hung it on one of the clothes hooks, then he started looking for Tony.

He found him in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Tony didn’t look up when Steve entered, just stared into his glass as if it could provide answers to unasked questions.

Tony had only lost the jacket so far and was still in his black business suit, the red tie around his neck barely loosened. Usually, Tony’s first mission after coming home was to change into more comfortable clothes.

Steve approached him slowly, like he would do it with a wounded animal, and he had to admit Tony reminded him of one at the moment.

“Hey honey,” Steve said, keeping his voice low as he stood right in front of him.

Tony didn’t say anything or moved at all.

Steve put a hand on Tony’s thigh, hoping the touch would help in any way. He didn’t put pressure on it, just made sure Tony knew it was there.

Then Steve noticed something that made the whole situation even more concerning. Tony wasn’t wearing his prosthetic arm. The sleeve on his right side was neatly secured with a safety pin.

“Is it the pain?” Steve asked.

The pain from an arm Tony had lost years ago when saving the universe. The pain he still felt sometimes. Steve refused to call it phantom pain, because it was real for Tony. It wouldn’t help to ignore it.

“Tony, please.”

The following silence was deafening. Steve wanted to help so badly, to make Tony stop suffering, but he didn’t know how.

He let his fingers trail over Tony’s arm. Tony loved physical contact and it was the least Steve could do right now.

It seemed to help a little, because after a while Tony bend forward and pressed his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. He could hear him breathing heavily, smelling faintly of whiskey.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” Steve whispered, more to himself than to Tony.

He didn’t expect an answer anymore. If Tony didn’t want to talk, he wouldn’t be persuaded. All Steve could do was wait.

He carefully took the glass from Tony’s hand and put it on the counter next to them. Then Steve embraced Tony tightly, letting his hand trail up and down his back. He could feel Tony shiver from the touch.

“I’m here,” Steve said.

They stayed like that for a long time, Tony’s arm hanging limp on his side as if he couldn’t find the energy to hold onto Steve. That was okay. Steve had enough strength for both of them.

“I’m thinking pasta for dinner,” Steve said as he carefully removed his arms from Tony, putting one hand on the back of his neck. “With that sauce from your mother’s recipe. Sound good?”

Tony straightened up and looked at Steve for the first time since he had come home. And Steve could see it – the love and gratitude that was almost palpable. Maybe Tony would talk to him after dinner, maybe Steve had to wait until tomorrow. It didn’t matter; he would wait until Tony was ready.

Steve smiled, then pressed a soft kiss to Tony’s forehead before he said, “I love you, too.”

#stony #stevetony #stevetony games 2023 #team past #fanfic #my writing