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[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"

[starvels]

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together. For the pillars of the temple stand apart. And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow. from "Love One Another" by Kahlil Gibran

edit for @greenwichmeanlime in the 2023 @stevetonygames. a wishlist fill for the prompt of mutual pining in 616 universe + bingo square shadow.💖

[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).

[loraneldin]

A series of edits for @bardingbeedle's beautiful fic that you can find here. (Go read it. It's short and sooooo soft.)

Also an entry to the SteveTony Games for Team Past and the square "Consequence".

[ironycap]

Contribution for this year‘s SteveTony Games

Team: Present

Square: Shadow

[amysnotdeadyet]

3 things have contributed to this: my brains are made of sleep-deprived, summer-melted pudding; I have a drawing app on my phone where I scribble with my finger only; and the SteveTony Games started today.

Title: swipe right Square: Online Dating Rating: R for bad art? Character: Tony (Steve implied as swiper) Universe: MCU

Steve comes across a suspiciously familiar booty when looking for a date. He swipes right.

[gotlostonmywayhome]

Title: The Future is Filled with Surprises Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1.3k Rating: Mature Tags: Canon Divergence, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Online Dating, Secret Identity (sort of) Getting Together, Mild Sexual Content

Summary:  A chat on his favorite app has Steve meeting the last person he expected for a hookup.

Written for a few bingos: @stevetonygames - Dating App @cap-ironman Bingo - Wish @tonystarkbingo - Stony

The Future is Filled with Surprises is available to read on AO3!

[avengersnewb]

Tony knew that he was a deeply flawed person.

He had a laundry list of flaws to be exact, if he was being completely honest with himself.

Sometimes he wondered if he is good at all, let alone being good enough for someone like Steve Rogers.

Sometimes it would get really bad, so much that Tony would decide to break up with Steve, to give him an out and save him from himself. 

Sometimes he would even tell Steve as much: that maybe he would be better without Tony.

Steve never had any of it. 

“I love you with all your imperfections.”

[ladilor]

Podfic for Forgot To Say When by me, read also by me

[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

[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

[stevetonydatingsim]

Steve/Tony dating sim announcement & writer casting call!

The best part about a multiverse is all the different Steves and Tonys we get—and imagining them meeting. And kissing. And flirting. And maybe doing something a little spicier.

But why stick with imagining that when we can make it a reality? When we can make a Steve/Tony multiverse dating game? 

That’s right, we’re making a game and it'll be free to play! What exactly does that entail? The Steve/Tony dating sim (name TBD. We’re all ears for any ideas you have) will be a visual novel-style game that’s mostly dialogue with some simple minigames thrown in. You get to play as a Steve or Tony from one of the many universes that exist who’s thrown into a rift in reality with a bunch of other Steves and Tonys. You’ll get to decide whom to work with to invent, fight, flirt, and date your way back home. 

We’ll be sharing updates on the game development and launch on this Tumblr so make sure to follow us!

Who we are

The Steve/Tony dating sim team is made up of passionate Steve/Tony fans who have come together to write and illustrate the dating game of our dreams, coded by the wonderfully talented @v-thinks-on. You can read more about us here.

How this works

In order to make the game, we need writers for the player and love interest characters, artists for the visuals, and more. At this point, we’re looking specifically for love interest writers, but make sure to follow us as we’ll be looking for volunteers for other roles in the coming months!

Love interest writers can either work on their own or with a partner(s) to plot out and write a simple narrative arc and series of dates for a potential love interest character (a character that the player can choose to interact with and date). They construct the foundational beats for the story and dialogue for the love interest character, and they provide choices for player responses (you can indicate that the player can respond angrily, morosely, or happily to a certain line, but you’re not writing the player dialogue yourself). Later, player writers will insert responses to the existing love interest’s dialogue you wrote. It’s kind of like roleplay! 

For example, your script may look something like this:

Tony616 “So, you’re a Steve, huh” If <angry response>: Tony616 “Sorry I asked” If <happy response>: Tony616 “You’re a cheerful one, eh?” [the player gets closer to Tony616]

To get a more detailed understanding of how this works, see this guide here. We’re also happy to answer any questions, and we have a Discord server where we brainstorm and talk as a group.

Existing love interest storylines (more to come later!)

The following characters have arcs that are outlined already, and their writers are looking for a partner to collaborate with. Here are short pitches to give you a sense of each character’s emotional journey through the game.

616 Tony 

Iron Man V.1 128 Tony is newly sober for the first time and still hiding that he’s Iron Man. The player can either help Tony open up or drive him to drinking again. 

1872 Tony

Pre-canon Tony has lost faith in humanity and himself. Will the player convince him to get back on his feet? Or will he think everyone's better off with him at the bottom of a bottle?

616 Steve 

Avengers V4 Steve has just returned from the dead after his fight with his Tony about the Superhero Registration Act. He wants to trust Player, but can he?

MCU Steve

Post-2012 Avengers Steve is lost and doesn't know his place in the new century. Through his interactions with the player, he finds his home and purpose.

Don’t see a character you want to write for on this list? 

You can volunteer to write any Steve or Tony you want! In fact, we actively want more Steves and Tonys. This is a multiverse dating sim, after all, so the more the merrier. To help you choose, here is a list of universes we have writers for and available universes (if you want a universe not on this list, that means it's available)! Just contact us with the canon character you’re interested in writing for and whether you’d like to work solo or with a partner(s).

The only exceptions we have are a Steve or Tony who doesn't exist in the universe you picked (e.g., we won't accept Noir Steve as he doesn't exist in Noir) as well as Hydra Cap and Steves and Tonys who are canonically under 18 due to the nature of the game, the type of game people want to make/play, and how the game-making process works.

We don't foresee issues with other universes, particularly as we're in the "you do you"/"YKINMKATO" (your kink is not my kink and that's okay) camp when it comes to fandom. However, we'll be considering other universes on a case-by-case basis as we may not know or remember all the universes that exist. Because of this, we recommend giving more than one character option in your application if possible!

How to apply

Please email stevetonydatingsim@gmail.com with the following information:

Confirmation that you’re over 18 (just let us know you’re 18+; we’re not asking you to share personal info)

The best way(s) to contact you

What character you’d like to write for (universe and name). If you have multiple, please order by preference

Do you want to write alone or with a partner(s)?

A writing sample focusing on Steve and Tony (link or attachment), ideally with a good amount of dialogue. This doesn’t have to be a complete piece with a beginning, middle, and end; it's more to get a sense of your style and understanding of characterization, so all we ask is that it’s easy to follow. This can be something you’ve already written or you can write something new for this application. We don't have a minimum word requirement; if we need more from you, we'll let you know.

Contact us

Please don’t hesitate to contact us if you have any questions. You can reach us by email, Tumblr Messenger, askbox, Twitter DM, or Bluesky DM. Thank you!

[veethesnake]

For the @stevetonygames Team Past square Poker Face challenge Resolutions (word count).

Words: 511

Universe: AA

Warnings: vampires, k*dnapp*ng, mentions of t*rture

We’ve got your man

Steve’s hands were cuffed rightly and bound to the table in front of him. He was alone in a dark room, but he had already found out that escaping won’t be easy. The table appeared to be regular metal, but the ropes securing his hands didn’t budge a millimeter. It had to be Vibranium. How had the Red Skull gotten his hands on Vibranium?

He contemplated throwing his head against the table to try and break it as much as he needed to flee with the handcuffs still on, when the door opened. Red Skull came in, and with him - Dracula. Oh, how wonderful.

“See, see”, the vampire whistled. Steve blinked, and suddenly Dracula was right by his side, sniffing his neck. He kept still, not moving his head an inch. So easily wouldn’t they get a reaction out of him. “It really is him”, Dracula declared.

“Of course it is him”, MODOK snarled, and with his arrival the small room felt incredibly cramped. There was definitely no way out now.

“So, Captain”, Red Skull started, “what is it gonna take for you to give us the information we need?”

Steve kept his face emotionless. “I won’t give you anything. You don’t need to try.”

“Oh really?”, Red Skull sounded amused. Not a good sign. “I am sure we can find something, don’t worry, Captain.”

MODOK… snickered. A strange sound from a being like him. “Oh yes, like having Iron Man in a cell right on this ship.” F*ck. Tony. Steve felt his emotionless mask slip for a second.

“You stupid robot!”, Red Skull shouted, “that kind of information is something you keep for much later, when it really stings!”

Dracula was coming closer again, staring right into Steve’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Red Skull. It has hit him more than he might make you believe.”

Red Skull turned towards Steve. “It is true. We have your man, so you better drop that uncaring facade and start speaking, if you’d like to see him again with all of his limbs still in place.”

“You’re bluffing”, Steve claimed, even though he really had no idea whether they were telling the truth or manipulating him.

“Am I? I guess you’ll find out eventually.” Red Skull turned towards Dracula. “I’m sure even a man with multiple health issues doesn’t need all his blood that desperately. Maybe you can visit our prisoner for a little afternoon snack.”

Steve’s heart was racing. This was the perfect moment for Tony to break through the wall, repulsors ready to blast, and say something like “miss me?” or “am I interrupting your playdate?”. But there was nothing. What if they did have him?

“Now now, that might not have been a bad strategy after all.” Red Skull leaned down so they were face to face. “Look at you, all emotionally distraught, the strong Captain America suddenly gone.” He turned around. “Bring in the tools. It’s worth a try, now that he is vulnerable.”

[loraneldin]

The post-mission brief over breakfast has its perks.

An entry in the SteveTony Games for Team Future, square "Plans".

[itsalmostavengers]

wip word game

Rules: You will be given a word by the person who tagged you. For each letter of the word, share a sentence/excerpt from your wips that starts with that letter.

Tagged by the wonderful @meidui , who gave me STONY and made me realise I have more wips than I actually thought lol. Under the cut because I got carried away teehee.

S: So no, he doesn’t decide to cancel the meeting, but it’s a near thing, and it makes Tony wish he was a mechanic in some bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere and Steve was a preschool teacher, or maybe a vet, and they were both normal and then maybe Tony could’ve cancelled his meeting. These are the things that float through his brain often, when he looks at Steve.

“Wanna shower while I make us breakfast? Then we can watch House in bed for a bit.” Steve suggests, and God, Tony doesn’t want to say it, he won’t, but he just thinks love love love love love. It pours out of him like mist, covering the room, and for a second it chokes him.

(from a wip where I was desperately practising writing in present tense. I have since given up on this endeavour I am a past-tense girlie thru and thru)

T:

Those fucking numbers were all he could think about. Over and over and over, they circled through his head. 83% success rate. 83 fucking percent, and Steve didn't have to be a goddamn math whiz to hear the unspoken inverse: that Tony had run an experiment on himself with a 17% chance of fatality. And he'd done it on a random Tuesday night without even letting Steve know. It seared through him like wildfire; the terror, the rage. He looked at Tony across the room, who was watching him with that goddamn guilty defiance on his face. Steve could have walked in here tomorrow morning and found Tony's dead body on the floor and Tony didn't even seem to care about the way that idea tore Steve's soul to pieces. "1 in 6," Steve muttered. "Jesus, Steve, stop doing this, it's fine, it all worked out-" Tony kept talking, kept minimizing, kept on discussing the odds of his life as if it was a silly game. The fire in his lungs grew and burned and roared; it easily drowned out the dull trickle of excuses that flowed from Tony's mouth. "1 in 6," Steve said again, and then glanced down at where his pistol was holstered at his thigh. He couldn't move past it. 1 in 6. One in six. "Huh. Maybe you're right. Not bad odds, when you think about it."

(One where Steve decides to match Tony's suicidal freak after Tony uploads extremis into himself. Russian Roulette Style.)

O:

Of course Natasha could drive. She could drive excellently, as could Clint, as could Sam as could Steve as could absolutely everyone on the damn team - it was something of a requirement when you joined the most elite task force in the world. Tony didn't doubt their abilities for a second. But they were running out of time. And yes, fine, they could drive. But they couldn't drive like Tony.

That was the decider, really. He could admit that maybe he should've thrown that decider out to the group before shouting "DIBS" and diving into the driver's seat, but hey, he'd note the error in his mission report. If they even survived long enough to fill one out, that was.

He flexed his hands against the smooth leather of the wheel, eyes falling shut as he twisted the key into the ignition. Underneath him, the car came to life. Its engine hummed and breathed, metal and upholstery and glass all beginning to thrum gently with the pulse of diesel.

It was this that no-one understood like Tony did. Machines were animals as much as horses or dogs were - they needed a firm hand, someone who could speak their language. Everyone on the team could drive a car, sure. But no one could ever hope to understand one like Tony could.

(An entirely self-serving fic about Tony being a fucking sick racecar driver and utilising this skill during a high-stakes avengers mission, entirely inspired by the IM2 scene)

N:

Now make no mistake: Tony had done his fair share of fantasizing about this very scenario. If he recalled correctly (which he definitely did, those recollections were vivid), they'd made up a very large portion of all spank-bank fantasies from the ages of approximately 12 to 24.

That being said, never in a million years could he ever have truly envisioned a reality in which he ended up at a dingy speakeasy circa 1937, making out with Steve Rogers in all his five-foot-nothing glory.

His life was weird sometimes. He really wasn't complaining.

(This is actually a blurb of a wip I came up with months ago after a long train journey where I basically envisioned this entire fic in my head)

Y:

“You could’a given me a dollar or you could’a given me a goddamn billion, Tony, none of it would have made a fucking difference because I didn’t have YOU!” 

Steve heard it– heard the way his voice broke at the end, and he detested how weak it made him sound. With a heavy shoulder, he shoved the door open, stepping inside and then turning around in the corridor to face Tony. The door slammed behind them both with a grating clang.

Nothing. Silence. Tony was watching Steve, and Steve was looking at a spot above Tony’s head, stubborn and angry. He couldn’t unclench his jaw. It had been a long few days, and suddenly, he got the horrible sensation of hotness behind his eyes. God, surely he wasn’t going to cry? That wasn’t possible. He hadn’t cried in years. 

This must be what it felt like to be haunted. Those people you saw on daytime TV, looking behind their shoulders at every opportunity, shaking and blabbering and acting totally nuts– that was Steve. He was being haunted, and now everything that he’d packed away was coming loose. 

“You’d given up on me,” Steve said to the spot above Tony’s head, “and you’d given up on us, and you’d given up on the life that we were planning together. Then you sent me 20 million fucking dollars– an amount of money so ridiculous I wouldn’t even begin to know what to do with– and I had to just accept that that was all I was ever going to have left of you? Currency on a bit of blue paper. You knew I always hated how some people could have so much while others had so little. You knew that, and then you– you tried to make me one of them? It… It was like you were laughing at me.”

(Excerpt from the 170k Enemies to Friends to Lovers to Enemies to Lovers AU where Steve is a bartender and Tony is still Tony Stark™)

I'm gonna tag @persephonesfill , @soliloquent-stark , @cowboyhorsegirl, @sunnysideprincess, @carsonian to join in if you feel so obliged (or not, ask games can be stressful, do whatever floats those boats of yours)

your word would be IRON

[gotlostonmywayhome]

The Only Time

The invitation for another Iron Man Memorial statue arrives in his inbox at 6 AM. Steve has been to more ceremonies honoring his friend in five years since his return than he cares to count, but he attends them all. And at each one, Steve takes a moment to think about the man. 

Not the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist. 

Not Iron Man. 

Just Tony.

Steve thinks about the last night of Tony’s life, how it was the only time Steve told Tony, “I love you,” and how much Steve regrets that he never said it sooner or will ever again.

Moodboard and Drabble Created for: @stevetonygames​ - One Time Thing @cap-ironman​ Bingo - Free Space

Trigger warning (For those who know how to use the blocking system) - Canonical Character Death, Major Character Death, Endgame Compliant