#the stevetony games

[stonyholic]

good morning, beloved

week 2

team marry | fill for the @stevetonygames bingo square “heart”.

gift to @unstable-river—tattoo soulmates! the tattoo was partly inspired by @meidui’s fic gypsophila paniculata, in which steve’s favorite flower is baby’s breath.

#stevetony #stony #steve/tony #steve x tony #the stevetony games #my work #my art #soulmate au #soulmates #i referenced the heads #but not the hands #i’m proud of the hands \(^^)/

[arabellamonkey]

dust off our new love

stevetony | a fill for the @stevetonygames square “found" and the "pass it on" challenge! for team marry <3

prompted by the wonderful @jules-of-the-crown and beta'ed by the lovely @stonyholic

also on ao3

Tony’s clothes are full of dust when he finds the box.

It’s hidden under a forgotten table in their basement, blanketed in so much dust it takes Tony several passes with the mop to see its blue tones. Once the box is decently clean, Tony holds it between his hands, curious.

It must be the first time he’s seen it, and that’s saying a lot, given he and Steve have been living in this house for the past twenty-something years; until that instant, he thought he knew everything they stored there, but now he realizes that’s not true.

Throwing the mop to the table, he sits on the floor with the box between his spread legs and opens it.

He’s not sure what he was expecting to find in there, but a stack of letters certainly isn’t it. They’re not just any kind of letters, and that’s something he realizes instantly: as soon as his fingers brush the paper, he realizes it’s good quality paper, the kind that doesn’t bend easily. The expensive kind.

When he sees the date of the first one, two things come to his mind almost simultaneously: 

First, it really is good quality paper if it’s survived thirty years without a single scratch.

Second, the first letter is dated in the year Steve and he met for the first time.

He’s supposed to finish cleaning the basement before Steve arrives to take them to dinner for their anniversary, he knows that. Steve’s asked him to do it, as weird as that is, since Steve seems to always enjoy cleaning for some reason.

Now that Tony thinks about it, this must be the first time he’s cleaning this room, too. He should get back to it.

And still, Tony spends the next two hours sitting on the basement floor, the mop forgotten on the table, reading a stack of letters of which existence he never knew about.

The first one is dated in 2012, the year Steve was unfrozen. Not only that: it’s dated May 4th. The calligraphy is everything one would expect from Captain America: neat, a bit stylized, just like they made it back in the 40s. And still… Still, there’s some kind of sloppiness there, something that, paired with the wording itself, makes Tony think of Steve writing it in a rush, sitting on the small desk he had in his small SHIELD-issued apartment. 

I’m not supposed to feel anything like this, Tony reads, wondering if that last word is blurred because of how much Steve’s hand trembled at the time he wrote it or if it’s just his imagination. After everything I told you when I met you, I have no right to say this. But I can’t not say it in some way: when I saw your silhouette heading towards the sky, I felt my heart stop. It can’t be, I told myself as I watched you head towards certain death and not hesitate in the slightest. 

But when I saw your body emerging from that hole, returning from a trip that was supposed to be without return? When I saw you open your eyes and look at me with that cocky grin of yours?

Then, my heart came back to life, beating the fastest I’ve ever felt before.

And then I knew I was doomed.

Tony blinks a couple of times, incredulous, as he rereads that letter. He and Steve have talked lots of times about the Battle Of New York and still, this is the first time he’s read something as raw about it.

Quickly, he leaves that letter aside and takes the next one, and the next one. And he reads letter after letter, immersed in a frenzy he’s never felt before, not even back in his MIT days, when he pulled all-nighter after all-nighter, scrambling to reach deadline after deadline.

This is different.

There are many letters there, more than Tony would have thought. And together, they tell a story Tony thought he knew right up until then: he’s the first one to be surprised while reading about Steve already having developed a crush for him when the Avengers moved to the Tower, just as he’s surprised to find out Steve’s written many letters about feeling clumsy around him, especially during their sparring sessions.

He asked me to spar with him again, Steve begins another letter a couple of months later. Is he really that clueless about what our proximity does to us, or is he trying to torture me?

Tony huffs a laugh, incredulous, before passing to the next letter.

A small, pleased smile grows on his lips when he finds the letter Steve wrote after their first date.

His kisses taste like coffee, Steve begins that letter with that. Not the kind of coffee I drink —black and bitter— but the kind of coffee he drinks: it’s sweet and rich. It’s the kind of taste I could grow addicted to.

He keeps reading, and finds out that these letters, more than actual letters meant to be sent to him, ended up being more like a diary of sorts, one Steve would resort to after every single milestone in their relationship: their first date, their first kiss, their engagement.

Their wedding.

He’s sleeping right by my side and it feels like a dream, just like the first time, Steve started the letter of their wedding night. He sleeps on his stomach, one hand under the pillow, the other on the top. I can see his ring —my ring— shining on his annular finger, and I could cry out of happiness.

He’s reading the letter he wrote when they adopted Dodger when he hears a hum behind him. Startled, he turns around to find Steve leaning on the wall by the stairs, looking at him with an arched eyebrow and an amused smile.

“So I take it you’ve found them, hm?” Steve says.

Tony hugs the box to his chest, chin high as he says, “They’re for me. You wrote them for me.”

Steve nods, uncrossing his arms and walking towards him. “That they are.”

Tony squints in his direction as he takes the hand Steve’s offering and gets up. “Why didn’t you give them to me then?”

Steve looks at them thoughtfully. “They seemed too over the top at the time, I think. At some point, I started writing them even knowing I’d never send them.”

“Well,” Tony says, closing the box and hugging it tighter as they walk upstairs. “Now I’ve found them, so they’re mine.”

Steve’s laugh makes Tony laugh too. Tony finds he likes this game, where they pretend Steve hasn’t just given them to him, closing a circle Tony didn’t even know was open to begin with.

“Well,” Steve says, leaving a soft kiss on Tony’s lips. “I guess we can count that as my anniversary gift.”

#stevetony #stony #stevetony fic #stony fic #stg 2022 #the stevetony games #my fic #my writing

[malice-kingdom]

I know the Marvel’s Avengers game came out years ago and is widely unpopular but I really enjoyed it. I just thought the game was fun and the story was really great.

So here have a bunch of sketches about it

#marvel’s avengers #kamala khan #tony stark #Steve rogers #stevetony #stony #bruce banner #ms marvel #avengers game #marvel #a day universe #superhusbands #the hulk #science bros #iron man #captain america #marvel avengers ps4 #the avengers #marvel games #it got pointed out to me that I have a tendency to get into media that has no fandom or a dead one #and then spend two month annoying my friend about it cause I can’t find anyone else to talk to about it #even in huge fandoms like marvel I manage to find tiny niches… #anyway I plan on doing nothing about it #fanart #crystal dynamics #square enix

[stevetony-quotes]

Multiverse Husbands

#captain america #iron man #steve x tony #stevetony #only stony #steve rogers #game stony #aa stevetony #steve rogers x tony stark #steve and tony #Tony Stark #superhusbands #Stony

[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

[jetblackfeeling]

who fucks in the smiths0nian mu$eum on their first date

for @stevetonygames: team fuck, square: first date, challenge: camouflage. full pic on ao3

#stony #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony games #stevetony games 2022 #my schlock

[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

[gotlostonmywayhome]

I feel like this is a conversation they had a lot when the team would make them sit up front on their own.

Created for @stevetonygames Team Future - Consequences as well as the Way Back Challenge doing the Incorrect Quotes Challenge from 2022

#stevetony games 23 #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #avengers assemble #incorrect quotes

[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

[stonyholic]

swap out, swap in

week 1

team marry | fill for the @stevetonygames bingo square “body swap”.

“tony, stop pinching my body.”

#stevetony #stony #steve/tony #steve x tony #the stevetony games #my art #my work #drawing #i’m not really interested in the body swap trope per se #but this was fun! #fluff!!

[arabellamonkey]

next to you

stevetony | fill for @stevetonygames bingo square "insecure"! for team marry <3

If anyone had asked him who was the insecure one in their relationship, Tony would have said it was him without a doubt. Having grown in the shadow of his father, trying and failing to fill the shoes of a man that hadn't wasted a single oportunity to remind him of his failures, it seemed like the most obvious conclusion.

If you add that to the fact that he's a forty-something man dating someone that, at least physically, hasn't reached his thirties, the result is as clear as water.

To discover that the opposite is true to Steve is jarring to say the least.

It's a Friday night, and Tony's already given in to the pleasant fuzz he's used to feeling after having a couple of champagne glasses in a gala like that. Steve's there by his side, his arm around his waist helping him keep his balance. Tony's head is almost resting against his chest, so close he can almost heart his heartbeat.

Both of them are doing their best to keep up with the conversation at hand, but Tony's focus is constantly drifting off that what's-her-name senator, focusing instead on the circles Steve's thumb is drawing against his waist.

Then, he feels Steve tense behind him, yanking him off the buzzing feeling and bringing him back to reality. A reality where something that senator is saying is bothering his fiancé.

"You're very lucky to have such a fine man as Mister Rogers as your soon-to-be-husband, Mister Stark," the senator is saying, a gentle smile on her lips.

Tony's about to open his mouth to agree with her when Steve beats him to it, his voice tense and his laugh filled with nervousness.

"Not at all, ma'am," Steve says, earning him a lifted eyebrow from Tony. Still, Steve refuses to look at him and keeps his gaze focused on the woman in front of them. "Tony's a brilliant, kind man. His inventions are changing the world for better, and, well," he chuckles, a sound that's way too forced, "he has't been elected bachelor of the year so many times for nothing. If anything, I'm the lucky one here."

Bullshit, Tony thinks as he squints in his fiancé's direction. It's clear he's trying to pretend this is just the typical thing one says in this situations, but the suddenly firm grip on his waist, as well as the fact that he's no longer drawing shapes over his suit, speaks volumes.

Steve really believes the words that come out of his mouth, and not necessarily in a good way.

But that's not the moment to confront him about it, so he chooses to smile silently and allow the conversation to evolve from that topic.

Later, when the limousine is taking them back to the Tower, he turns to look at Steve with an arched eyebrow. "What was all that about?"

Steve tilts his head, feigning confusion and failing miserably at it. "We don't need to talk about it, Tony."

"The hell we don't," Tony says.

"Everything I said is true," Steve says calmly.

"It's not so much about what you said as it is about how you said it, as if me being all those things puts me over you or something as twisted as that," Tony says, moving his eyes franctically, searching for a sign that Steve doesn't actually believe that.

"It is what it is, Tony," Steve shrugs. "I have no problem with it."

"Well, I do," Tony says, reaching Steve's cheek with his left hand and making sure he's looking at him in the eye. "I’m not half as good at—at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you. And that’s the truth."

Steve's gaze, defensive until that instant, melts, giving way to something softer, almost emotional. His voice is a mere whisper when he asks, "do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do," Tony whispers too, resting his forehead against Steve's. "You're amazing, not only because of all the great things you do..."

"I don't—"

Tony rolls his eyes. "Shut up, or I'll start naming all the people you saved just this month." He smiles sweetly when Steve squints in his direction, but doesn't try to argue. He goes on: "If you want me to accept everything you said about me back there, you have to admit you're amazing too. You are, and the thing I admire the most about you is how you bring out the best in me."

Steve looks at him in silence, his teeth playing with his lower lip. Then, he whispers, "I'm also a better person with you by my side, Tony."

And Tony does the only thing that makes sense at that point: he leans it, closing the small distance between them and kisses him as he whispers, "I love you."

#stevetony #stony #my fic #my writing #stg 2022 #the stevetony games

[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

[meidui]

fluff 🤗

Steve is shrunk down to four inches tall.

Rating: G

Word count: 948

Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Major tags: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional tags: Magic, Mission Gone a Little Bit Wrong, Established Relationship, Fluff, Shrinking, Sleepy Cuddles

#gabi's ask game reminded me and i finished it finally 🤭 #stony #stevetony #*

[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!!