anonymous asked:

Why do you ship stony?I really love this paring, and I want to heir your reasons for loving it and why you ship it.

I’m very glad to answer and to meet another fellow Stony fan!

1) They are Superhusbands & Soulmates of the Multiverse!

This is a common favourite trope of mine also with my other two major ships, Spock/Kirk and Holmes/Watson. Spock/Kirk has the original series, mirrorverse, and the crossover with the new movies. I shipped Holmes/Watson while reading the books, and ship the Joan/Holmes, BBCSherlock/John and RDJ/JudeLaw versions.

No matter which universe Steve and Tony are in: the more popular 616 or the MCU, Avengers Assemble or Avengers Academy, 1872, Ultimates, EMH, Marvel Tsum Tsum, the list goes on and on…. Steve and Tony’s relationship is always integral to the universe, and they are always important to each other. Their interaction always greatly impacts the world they’re in. I can’t even believe our fandom is blessed with MARRIED STEVE AND TONY IN CANON WITH A WEDDING KISS! (3490, shown in 616). 

(Exhibit A: Our marriage and genderswap trope is NOT AN AU IT’S ACTUAL CANON!)


Multiverses allow us fans a lot of material to explore, write, and make art of different versions of Steve and Tony. It shows that their love story is so resonant across different situations and worlds.When I read fic, I don’t even know what’s canon and what’s fanon because CANON READS LIKE A FANON TROPE. (I’m looking at the ultimate gays, Avengers Assemble lmao)

2) They complement each other. They are equals and partners. A balanced pairing.

Western ideology is generally obsessed with dichotomies. I don’t buy that. This is not a case of “opposites attract”.  I was drawn to this pairing not only because of their obvious differences, which people like to point out, but how they balance each other.  And it’s not just the stereotypical idealist/pragmatist, man-out-of-time/futurist dichotomy that balances their relationship, but also their similar goals and dreams. They help each other be a better person, and a better hero. 

I believe that with Steve and Tony’s similarities and differences, they complement each other, and it makes them great co-leaders, partners and lovers.  

3) Superhusbands = Superdads. “YOU GAVE ME A HOME”

I love the idea of Steve and Tony co-parenting a bunch of unruly Avengers and hero kids (that includes you, Clint) just pleases me a lot. And Steve canonically said that Tony is his home. THEY ARE HOME WHEN THEY ARE TOGETHER.

(Exhibit B: Superhusbands also means a lot of bridal carrying like it’s one of those trashy romance novels we all secretly read)

4) RDJ and Chris Evans ship it, too. Marvel writers ship it. Marvel merchandising ships it. My mom ships it, and she knows all.

The Civil War pre-nuptials RDJ/Chris photoshoot and kissing and the Age of Ultron behind the scenes Steve and Tony kiss are my sources of oxygen, tbh

(Exhibit C: OUR SHIP IS NOT PHOTOSHOPPED, NO EDITING, JUST PURE 100% KISSY TIMES FOR REALS!!)

Originally posted by shakespeare-runaway


(Marvel Creators knew what they were doing when they made these romantic and dramatic panels:)


(The One True Merchandise Pairing and Protector of Our Private Parts from @inkyubus at twitter)

5) The fellow fan creators and fans.

I’ve stopped participating with other fandoms for many reasons, but I mostly stay because of my relationship with fellow fans. A lot of my struggle with tumblr is the lack of interaction, but with the help of dedicated fans in the Bringing Food to the Lab: Stony Imzy Community, as well as lovely writers, creators, and artists in tumblr as well as wonderful anons and people who comment and make me feel welcome, I am so happy to be with fellow Stony fans! 

And of course, the quality of art and fic is just one of the best I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been in online fandom since the early 2000s.


I wrote more about My History of When I Loved Steve, Tony, and SteveTony here, if you’re interested! It’s like an essay of what it’s like to ship superheroes in a third world country, lmao. 

Nanny AU part 2

I have been having a lot of trouble writing these last few months, so I decided to go back to one of the older stories and see what I could do. This is unbeta’ed, probably riddled with errors, but at least it’s words on the page!

Find part one here: Part one


Steve stretched his arms above his head and leaned into Bucky’s old couch. He still remembered fighting the oversized ugly thing up four flights of stairs and spending the rest of the day scrubbing at the cushions with upholstery cleaner, all the windows open to air it out, the apartment freezing and wet. Over the years, the couch had learned Steve’s body, and even six months away hadn’t changed the way it fit to his spine.

A cold shock to the back of his neck made him jump, his breath sucking through an aborted yowl of surprise. Laughing, Bucky handed him the bottle, cap already twisted off, and climbed over the back of the couch like he was still nineteen and hadn’t been through a war. Steve jostled him on the way down and Bucky did some interesting twisting to keep his beer upright and fend off any further attacks.

“So how’s life in the ivory tower?” Bucky asked. He tucked his feet up into the couch, and then wiggled his left foot under Steve’s thigh.

Steve rolled his eyes. He could feel the chill of Bucky’s foot all the way through his jeans. He obligingly hiked his leg up and Bucky wedged his foot in deeper under Steve’s thigh. Bucky took a long pull of his beer and then twisted to his back to the arm of the couch so he could shove his other foot into the crook of Steve’s knee. He turned his attention to the TV and Steve thought he was going to get off lightly for the interrogation.

“So?” Bucky pressed as soon as the first commercial started. He muted the heartburn medication commercial and tossed the remote back to the coffee table. It hit the top and clattered into the middle of the table.

Steve shrugged and turned the bottle over in his hands. He picked at the corner of the label, peeling back a quarter inch of gold paper. “It’s fine.” He took a sip of the beer and did his best to repress a stupid smile. “It’s great, really.”

“She’s a cute kid,” Bucky said.

There was just enough of a pause to catch Steve’s attention. He felt his spine straighten up and turned to Bucky, his eyes narrowing. “What?”

“Nothing,” Bucky said too-innocently. He bit down on his lower lip and hid his grin behind his bottle. “Of course,” he mused, “So’s her dad.”

“A cute kid?” Steve asked with a snort. “He’s definitely a kid, that’s for –”

Steve’s phone went off in his pocket, buzzing hard enough to make him jump. He twisted on the couch to pull it out and frowned at the caller ID. Bucky laughed at him and nudged him in the ribs with a toe as he swiped the lock screen open. Tessa’s screaming came through immediately and Steve sat forward sharply.

“Is Tessa okay?” he asked. Tony’s face appeared on screen. His hair was a mess, he had a streak of engine oil down his cheek, and something bright green on his forehead. He shifted the angle of the camera slightly to show Tessa against his chest, crying into his shoulder.

“She is fine. Angry, but fine.” He jostled the phone and leaned over, pulling a cushion off the couch down in the lab.

Steve relaxed immediately. “Tony, this is my night off. I have not had a night off in –”

“Twenty-nine days,” Tony finished for him, “I know. I’m sorry – I just can’t find the – Tessa, honey. Will you just. I’m trying to find the – Steve. I can’t find the pink one.”

Steve sighed. “The pink what, Tony? You realize that she has about three hundred pink things, right? Every time Rhodey comes back from wherever he takes off to, he brings back a dozen pink things.”

“The – Steve! Tessa, honey, talk to Steve. Tell him you miss your pink… mouse thing,” Tony said, turning the camera to Tessa, who just tucked her face against Tony’s neck and bunched her knees up.

“It’s not a mouse, Tony. It’s a rabbit. It has long ears,” Steve said. “How did you lose the rabbit? I left it in her crib less than three hours ago. She’s not going to go to sleep without it.”

“I know that!” Tony sing-songed. He jostled his whining little bundle. “Dum-E brought it down to the lab.”

Steve made a frustrated noise. “You need to restrict his access to the nursery. I know he loves her, but he drags things ev –”

“Steve!” Tony interrupted. “Focus. Pink bunny-rabbit-not-a-mouse with the long ears. Where?”

“How would I know? I am not there. Where would Dum-E hide it? Did you check his charging station? He’s been hoarding things back there.”

Tony sputtered, outraged. “He’s not hoarding things! He’s collecting. He’s a collector.” He climbed over a pile of blankets and toys that he’d obviously dragged out of her toy box and left on the floor.

Steve scratched at the back of his neck with a resigned sigh, knowing that the mess would still be there tomorrow for him to clean up. The camera jostled, turned to Tessa’s striped green blanket and went dark. Bucky dragged his feet out from under Steve’s leg and twisted around on the couch so he could see the screen.

“Is he always like that?” Bucky asked, clearly amused. He took a long pull on his beer and rested it on Steve’s thigh, leaving a nice wet ring to soak through his jeans – it wasn’t like he hadn’t grown accustomed to being covered in various liquids over the last six months.

“Pretty much,” Steve said.

The camera moved and briefly showed Tony’s feet – bare, and Steve should probably give up trying to get Tony to wear shoes in the lab – and then Dum-E. The bot was in a corner with his camera pressed against the wall. Tony aimed a light kick at Dum-E’s side. “Dum-E, tell dad where you put the rabbit. Steve said it’s a rabbit, not a mouse.”

The bot made a quiet beeping noise and moved further into the corner.

“Steve. Tell Dum-E –”

“I am Tessa’s nanny, not Dum-E’s,” Steve interrupted.

“But he listens to you – Tessa! Please, I am trying to find the atrocious pink stuffed creature. You know what, Steve – Rhodey is banned from pink for at least the next eighteen years.”

Steve dragged a hand down his face and Bucky hid his face in Steve’s shoulder while Tessa continued to complain about her missing toy. Tony turned the phone around so he could see the display. “Oh, it’s this kind of night off.”

“Hi, Stark,” Bucky greeted, waving at the camera from around Steve’s shoulders.

Tony dropped his phone into his breast pocket, giving them a view of his collarbone and more engine oil on his neck. “Hi, Barrista God. Sixty thousand.”

“Not coming to work for you, Stark,” Bucky responded.

“The other side of your neck had better not have oil on it, Tony,” Steve said suspiciously. “You know that will make her sick.”

“It’s fine,” Tony said. Tessa took a shuddery breath and quieted to fussy whines and hiccups. Tony’s voice lowered immediately. “Just help me find the rabbit.”

“Tony. She sleeps with the bunny because I put it in a bag with a towel sprayed with your cologne during the day,” Steve explained.

The phone jostled and Tony fumbled it out of his pocket to point the camera at his face. “What?”

“You heard me. Just go take a shower to get all the oil off and let her sleep in bed with you.”

“I’m not putting her in bed with me!” Tony hissed. “What if I roll over on her?”

Steve rolled his eyes again and took in a very patient breath. “Tony. It’s only seven and I will be home by eleven. Just bring the cushion that I left on the couch upstairs, put her on it so she doesn’t roll off the bed, and do your prep work for the shareholder’s meeting tomorrow in bed.”

“How do you know I have a shareholder’s meeting?” Tony asked indignantly, but he was already climbing back over the mess of toys. “Pick up the toys, guys.” Dum-E and U both chirped at him with the same level of indignant protest. “Don’t argue, you made me make the mess by hiding the mouse – the rabbit. Don’t think I forgot about you knowing about my meetings.”

“Pepper told me,” Steve said. “So you couldn’t weasel out of it tomorrow.”

“You two are not allowed to collude,” Tony complained. “I thought she didn’t like you.”

“She likes Steve better than she likes you,” Bucky told him.

“How would you know?” Tony asked.

Steve twisted to look down at him with an eyebrow twitched up. He’d managed to curl up so his feet were once again under Steve’s leg and one of his knees was pressed into Steve’s ribs. Bucky’s flexibility constantly surprised him, and he got very tactile when he was tipsy. Bucky looked back up at him with a smug smile that set of all of Steve’s Bucky-senses. “Yeah, how would you know?”

Bucky took another drink, draining the last of the beer and leaning forward to set it on the coffee table. “She told me,” he said innocently.

Tony came to a messy halt at the elevator doors and spun around, jostling the camera to get it back up to his face. Tessa hiccupped and let out a fussy cry. “Are you seducing my CEO?” he demanded. “That is not allowed. She is – she is not allowed to. With you! Coffee God or not, she is way too good for you.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Stark.”

“Okay!” Steve broke in before they started arguing in earnest. “Tony, Pepper decides who is good enough for her. Don’t forget the shower, or the cushion. I will see you at eleven. Do not call again unless it’s an actual emergency.”

“Like the missing pink bunny is not an emergency,” Tony scoffed. He shifted Tessa up against his neck so he could point at the camera. “I’m watching you, Barnes.”

“So he does know my name,” Bucky murmured.

“And no seducing my nanny either.”

“He was mine first,” Bucky shot back.

“Your nanny?” Tony asked.

“Both of you. Stop,” Steve said. “Shower, Tony. Night, Tessy.” He waved at the camera, even though she still had her face in Tony’s neck. He hung up before Tony had a chance to get back into it with Bucky and set his phone face-down on the side table that had started its life as an apple crate. Bucky had salvaged it from a dumpster when he worked for an organic grocery and Steve had broken a pallet apart to make a top and a shelf. He elbowed Bucky in the side. “You don’t have to antagonize him.”

Bucky shifted to put his hand behind his neck, shoved his left foot between Steve’s back and the couch, and set his right foot in Steve’s lap.

“Since when am I part of your furniture?” Steve asked, shoving at Bucky’s foot. Bucky evaded him and retaliated by shoving his foot against Steve’s cheek. Steve snagged his foot and pushed Bucky’s leg straight up, which Bucky did not seem to mind at all. He wiggled his toes and pushed his leg against Steve’s palm. “Why are your feet always cold?”

“Poor circulation,” Bucky answered. He reached over to ease the TV remote off the coffee table. He caught it before it hit the floor and turned the sound back on, just in time to take advantage of the slick sound effect of the protagonist forensic tech peeling skin off a skull.

“Why do we watch this?” he asked, grimacing.

“For the gore,” Bucky said cheerfully, shifting his leg out of Steve’s palm and pushing his foot back under Steve’s thigh.

“You could just wear socks,” Steve suggested.

“Socks don’t come with space heater installed.”

Steve sighed. “Of course.”

Steve ignored him for a few minutes, but eventually fished Bucky’s foot out from under his thigh and dug his thumbs into the arch, chaffing Bucky’s toes between his palms. Bucky didn’t say a word, but the badly repressed grin said it all. Steve let him have his delusions, and Bucky didn’t bring up Tony and Tessa again.

colorblind
a stevetony au
chapter 4/?
status: WIP
current word count: 13503

Tony looks at himself next to Steve, an old photo from when the team was first assembled, a stark contrast. He can’t help but to feel like they compliment each other.

He deconstructs them. Narrows it down to a few things. There is the slow burn, the laughter and light touches. After that he fell, all limbs and sharp angles. The comparisons to things like night and day, to seasons, summer and autumn. There was no landing for him though, no place for his feet to find purchase. Instead he keeps falling, sometimes through glass, shattered edges piercing his skin. Since there is no landing will there still be an apology? “I’m sorry I loved you too much, I’m sorry I didn’t love you enough.” He doesn’t know when it’s going to be too late, or if that moment has already passed.

He feels ridiculous for thinking about this, for wanting to spew out confessions, as if it could save them, save him.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you ship steve and tony together. I love them together but I'd really like to know your reasons and thoughts on why you ship them?

First and foremost, it is probably very shallow of me, but I find both CE and RDJ to be attractive.  This is a rare thing for me. I almost never find people attractive.  Chris Hemsworth?  Nothing.  Tom Hiddleston?  Literally zero interest. Idris Elba?  Nope. So…having two actors playing characters I can ship who I happen to find attractive is a big part of it.  That pretty much never happens for me.

Beyond that very superficial reason, I just really like the intensity of their relationship.  The drama and passion.  The way they gravitate towards each other.  How hard they make it for each, but how much they make the other better when they finally get there.  They are, for me, the strongest characters. They both have this deep well of unstoppable strength. True equals.  But, for all their individual strengths, they need the balance the other offers so very much.  

These are obviously fictional characters, so I don’t mind shipping a couple who brings all that delicious angst and pining to the table.  In real life, probably not healthy, but this is the wonderful world of my mind where I get to find all of that entertaining and romantic.  It makes for great storytelling.  

It also just happened that shipping them hit me at a time when I think I needed that.  A distraction or whatever.  My mom was just diagnosed with breast cancer and I think I was looking for something to give me an outlet.  I happened to stumble my way into this.  

Thanks for the ask!

anonymous asked:

Steve what are you going to do

‘’He has put me in a damn prison! Wait until I escape, Cap. I will and when I do, you’re no longer safe.’’

‘’You won’t escape, Tony. I am watching you every second of every day. And unless you answer five more questions, you’ll stay in there.’’

‘’I refuse.’’

‘’Then have fun in there. Just know that I love you.’’

‘’Liar!’’

Toni comes back to the tower: hair cut and dyed, with tattoos all over her body. She says that they’re real; but Steph in her amusment knows they are fake.
Toni pouts when Steph picks on her; which has Steph grabbing and kissing her girlfriend to make up for the teasing.

She should’ve known Toni was planning something; she doesn’t realize what’s happening until she hears the SNIP.