steve and tony in a gay way

Bucky Barnes Imagine: "Gay"

Reader Imagine: You and Tony are convinced that Steve and Bucky are in love with each other, much to Bucky’s annoyance- who goes out of his way to “prove” he isn’t.


You and Tony were certain of it. Three weeks of watching and documenting, getting F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play back audio records of their wistful conversations- there was not a doubt in your minds.

Steve Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes were in love.

You just had to prove it. Stalking after Bucky down the corridor as he went to meet Steve for their early morning Tuesday training session (you had their schedules committed to memory), you listened attentively as the brunette spoke animatedly on the phone to someone you assumed to be a woman. “Psh,” you spat, “Cover-up.”

Bucky whipped round at the sound and you quickly retreated, sprinting down the corridor, mortified at the possibility of being caught following him. You thought you’d lost him after ten minutes of aimless sprinting and allowed yourself a break, propping yourself up on your knees with the palms of your hands as support after being doubled over for a minute or two- only to find yourself being stared out by none other than the gay man himself.

Jumping up quickly you propped yourself up against the wall nonchalantly, one hand pressed against the cool paint and the other resting on your waist, after a moment or two you pretended to only just notice Bucky who had been staring at you the entire time, now bringing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose as he shook his head in exasperation, whispering faint exclamations of disbelief. “Oh hey there Bucky.” You smiled cheesily, waving your hand with a bit too much enthusiasm. “I didn’t see you there.”

Bucky groaned and pressed the flat of his hand against his eyeballs, “Are you actually- (Y/N), seriously? I literally watched you- I can’t believe this.” You rocked back and forth on your heels, now bringing both hands to rest on your hips, “Hm?” You hummed in innocence, raising your eyebrows up at him in challenge, refusing to acknowledge he had just caught you stalking him.

Bucky didn’t seem impressed. “Why were you following me?” He asked forcefully, his brow furrowing as he got straight to the point. You smiled widely. “I wasn’t following you Bucky.” You said simply with a shrug, dismissing the idea as fantasy. “Yes you were.” He stated, mirroring your stance in an attempt to dominate.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were.”



“But why would I, Bucky? Is this your subconscious wishing that I was?” You teased, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively up at him causing him to throw his hands up in exasperation. He opened his mouth as if to argue the point further, but upon watching you hitch your eyebrows and deepen your smirk, he scowled and padded away.

“Oh, Bucky!” You called after him in a sing-song voice. He didn’t stop walking, his figure retreating around the corner. “I know.” You said ominously, your eyes darkening mischievously as you laid your playing cards on the table. You watched his head pop around the corner, the rest of his torso still concealed behind the wall, giving him the ghoulish quality of a floating head. Fighting the urge to laugh, you kept the smirk firmly plastered on your face.

“Know.. What exactly?” He questioned uneasily, his eyes growing weary. He began moving towards you hesitantly, as if approaching a flighty bird. You examined your nails a moment, revelling in the power you had over him.

“About you and Steve, of course!”

This really threw him through a loop, “What are you talking about?” He cawed, his eyes narrowing and his face scrunching up in confusion. “Know what about me and Steve?”

You smiled devilishly again, “I know what you’ve been up to..” You stated, near to singing the last word in your gleeful mischief. Bucky’s head reared up and whipped from side to side in an unidentifiable emotion. Eventually his spluttering stopped and he looked at you with wide eyes, “What on earth are you talking about, (Y/N)?!” He groaned, tugging at his hair frustratedly. It was at moments like this he really wished he could read your mind, in the two years he’d known you you’d confused him infinitely more than any other person he’d ever met. Your strangeness both appealed to him and freaked him out.

“I know you love each other!” You shouted, throwing your hand in the air, pulling a cluster of confetti from your pocket as you made the declaration. A moment passed.

Two, three moments in silence.

Then Bucky burst into raucous laughter as the confetti settled in his hair, peppering him with an oddly fitting rainbow of colours as you watched on in bemusement. This wasn’t exactly the reaction you and Tony had planned on garnering when proclaiming your knowledge of their intimacies. He would not stop laughing. You joined in after a while, nervous giggles slipping from your lips as you tried to figure out what was so funny.

“You think..” Bucky began after a while, recovering from his eruption of laughter, clutching deftly at a stitch in his ribs. “That me.. And Steve are..” He disintegrated into fits of giggles once more, grabbing onto your shoulder for support. “Are.. Gay?” You finished for him, only adding to the screamed laughter that poured from his lips. You gave him a look that embodied your thoughts of “what the fuck is happening” which he took note of and managed to sober up.

“What made you think that?” He chuckled, swiping at a few stray tears lining his cheeks.

“Well, you’re not denying it, for starters.”

“We aren’t in love.” Bucky stated, then added hastily. “Well, I do love him. But he’s my brother, my oldest and bestest friend. It’s entirely platonic, maybe there was a time when we could have..” He trailed off for a moment then shook his head and returned to the present. “But things change, stuff happens and.. We’re perfect as friends.” He finished with a broad and content smile, beaming at your unimpressed face.

“I don’t buy it.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What, why?”

“Because Thursday’s!” You shouted, as if that was all the explanation you needed. Bucky shot you a puzzled look.

“You have sex every Thursday.” You dead panned, hitting him with the facts. Bucky’s face twitched a smile but he didn’t lose it this time. “We train every Thursday.” He corrected you.

“B-but,” you began, stutters lining your voice. “The audios of you two, the moaning, the grunting-”

“Weights.” He said simply by means of explanation.

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t believe you.” You declared, striding past him and towards Tony’s office to inform him of your findings. Bucky shrugged and walked off with a smile, planning the same with Steve.

It didn’t phase Bucky at first, in fact him and Steve found it quite hilarious. But then he began to notice the watchful and devilish looks Y/N was shooting him every time he was in Steve’s presence. It really began to grate on him, especially when Tony started making his comments.

“I’m going to check up on Steve,” Bucky said, bringing a firm hand down on his thigh as he made to leave the room.

“You sure you aren’t just going to check out Steve?” Tony quipped, not looking up from his device, still tapping away furiously, a faint smile lining his features. Bucky snorted and dismissed the comment, leaping up and going to seek Cap’s company.

Then Sam chimed in.

“I’m his best-friend.” Bucky argued, “We’ve known each other near enough our entire lives and we share a much deeper connection than you do with him!”

“Aw hell no,” Sam said, bringing his fist down on the table with force. “Just ‘cause you’re sleeping together don’t mean you’re his best friend, I mean maybe you do get "deeper” with him than me since I don’t-“

"What the hell, Sam?” Bucky interrupted in horror, the words pouring from his mouth forcing him to picture a disturbing visual. “We’re not sleeping together!” He shouted, almost completely forgetting about his conversation with you, seeing as it had happened over two months prior. Though the thought slowly returned to him as he mulled it over. “What made you think that we were-” Sam perked an eyebrow up at him, his mouth curving into a smile.

“Y/N.” They said in unison. “I’m going to kill her.” Bucky cried, storming out of the room and making a beeline for your room where you were sat innocently reading, before your state of tranquility was disturbed by the harsh knocking of fist against wood, or more precisely- metal against wood. You sighed heavily and hoisted yourself up, barely managing to unlock your door before Bucky barged in, eyes ablaze and fists clenched.

“I’m not fucking gay!” He roared, staring you down. You returned his glare with your own bored, lazy gaze.

“That’s exactly what a closeted gay person would say.” You stated, moving back to resume your position on the bed before Bucky caught ahold of your wrist and spun you round.

“If I was gay,” Bucky huffed, his eyes wild and his hair fanning his face as he breathed heavily. His mind whirring as he contemplated what he was about to do. “Would I do this?”

“Bucky, wh-”

Your words were quickly silenced by hastily pressed lips against your own, moving ferociously, a hot tongue swiping at your lips as you struggled to process what was happening. The shocked gasp you emitted making entrance for Bucky’s tongue which moved sultrily within you. Roaming hands lit your chest aflame and ignited a passion within you, suddenly you were kissing him back. Your once frozen hands finding the nape of his neck, tying them tightly into the loose strands of his hair that decorated the back of his head. You tugged and pulled when he found a soft spot on your neck, earning moans of approval as you did so, sometimes pulling so hard he emitted a growl that stirred your insides and turned them to mush.

You could feel your feet tripping backwards and then your backside crashed into your writing desk, Bucky soon hoisted you atop it, grabbing you by your thighs and almost throwing you aggressively, grunting as he did so. He peppered your neck with kisses, nibbling at the tender skin and leaving territorial marks. You moaned ever so slightly and pulled back quickly, panting and struggling for breath. “Bucky.” You breathed, wide-eyed and still struggling to process what the fuck had just happened.

But Bucky only smirked and pressed your lips together again and again until you were certain it wasn’t Steve he wanted, but you.


(I’m actually Stucky trash and it was really hard not turning this into a Stucky fic because they actually are in love and you got it right the first time girl)

Tony chuckled wetly, shivering. “Dad would hate me for dating Bruce,” he choked. “More than he already does. Fuck, could you imagine, Steve? Not only is the Stark heir gay, oh no, but he’s dating beneath himself.” He chuckled again. “He would hate me.

Steve slid slowly down the wall until he rested beside teenager on the floor. And Tony didn’t hesitate to lean into him, in that eager way he did when offered physical forms of affection. It made his blood boil, as it always did, he fingers flexing in the air in urge to strangle a man who wasn’t there. 

“Bruce is a good kid,” he offered instead. “Good guy,” he corrected with a small smile when Tony snorted. “Intelligent, nice sense of humor. Kind.” He shifted carefully, enough to slip his arm around Tony’s shoulder. “I like him.”

“Yeah?” Tony burrowed closer still, the shivers of self-loathing still pushing through his body. Always there. “I really like him too, Steve. And I … shouldn’t?”

“Should,” he corrected firmly. “If you want to, then you should. He’s good for you. And you’re good for him.” It wasn’t a lie. He had seen the two of them, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, thick as thieves in the depths of science and the power of their own minds. Had watched the shadows dash from Tony’s eyes, the tenseness seep from Bruce’s shoulders. How they both went from too old and too wounded to their correct seventeen just by being in the same room together. “I won’t tell you to forget about Howard, or to not care about what he thinks, because I understand why you do. But kiddo,” he pulled him closer, and Tony easily went, “it doesn’t matter. It hurts, I know, but it doesn’t matter. You’re happy, and if Howard can’t see that, then … then I’m sorry, but he’s a shitty father.”

This time, Tony’s chuckle wasn’t as wet, as punched out as before, and Steve relished in the sound. “Wish you and Peggy had been my parents instead,” he mumbled into Steve’s shoulder, low.

Steve sighed. “Me too, buddy.”

Minutes or hours later, when Peggy cracked open the door of their guest room to the sight of them, Steve looked at his wife, took in the hard set of her jaw and the rage in her eyes that he knew she had mercilessly seared into Howard’s soul, and shook his head.

How Could You

Originally posted by buddyineedyou

A/N: This request was sitting in my inbox since I posted my first imagine and I’m slowly trying to make my way through them. I really want to post a girl x girl one for pride, so if anyone has a gay request hmu. Or any requests :) However I don’t think I’ll write a part two to this imagine. 

Request:  Can I get a request where Tony has two twin daughters on of them (reader) is dating Cap but the other one gets jealous and pretends to be her sister and sleeps with him? And then reader finds them both in bed. Once reader explains everything to Steve he’s not sure getting involved into the Stark drama is worth it? Please! :)

Word count: 1140

It took me forever to start writing this when I opened the word doc because I was jamming so hard to Formation lmao


“I’ll see you later babe,” your boyfriend of two months, Steve, kissed you goodbye.  "I’ll be back by ten,“ you called as you walked out the door.  

You were off to meet up with your twin sister, Bella, for a drink. The other Stark girl had barely been talking to you since you started dating Steve, having had a crush on him herself. So when she called you this morning apologising and asking you to get a drink with her and talk things over, you had jumped at the opportunity. Bella – much like your father, Tony – could hold a grudge for years, so you were over the moon she had gotten over it so quickly and that she valued you over her crush on your boyfriend.  

You had missed her dearly for the two months you had been with Steve. As soon as your mother had given birth to the pair of you she had dumped you with Tony and left. As a result of this, your family was very tight nit, and you had never kept a secret from your sister in your life. Tony had often said that Bella reminded him of himself, whereas you were more like his mother and the dynamic in personalities had always worked well for the pair of you. You often serving as Bella’s moral compass and her often bringing excitement and danger into your life.  

You jumped into a taxi, and gave the driver your destination – a trendy bar on the other side of town. Little did you know your sister stood around the corner, watching as your cab drove away. Bella allowed ten minutes before walking briskly into your apartment building, smiling at the doorman as she went.  

She opened the door to your apartment as silently as possible, kicking off her shoes at the door. Steve’s singing could be heard from the bathroom where the shower was running. Bella grinned as she figured out in her head exactly how she was going to seduce him.  The shower turned off and she quickly ripped off her clothes in the bedroom, leaving her in only her lacey underwear.  

Steve was slightly taken aback by her presence under the covers of the bed. Bella almost swooned at the sight of Steve with only a towel around his waist, still slightly damp from the shower. "I thought you were meeting Bella?” He asked, not recognising Bella for who she truly was. “She cancelled last minute,” she paused, slowly stepping out of the covers. “But I thought we could do something else instead.” She stepped towards Steve and slowly began kissing his neck. Within minutes they were both undressed.  

You were in a cab on the way back from the bar. You had waited there for almost an hour, calling your sister every ten minutes, but she never showed. You convinced yourself that she was probably just working on a project with your Dad and had forgotten the time and that she hadn’t intentionally stood you up.  

You walked into your apartment and dropped your bag at the door. You looked curiously at the pair of heels that were sitting next to your door. They definitely weren’t yours. You slowly walked through the apartment, a million explanations running through your head. You arrived at the same one each time.  

The bedroom door was slightly ajar and fearing for the worst, you pushed it open. Lying in your bed, naked, was Steve and your sister Bella. “How could you?!” You yelled, anger immediately sending you into hysteria. Steve’s head snapped over to you in shock, but you didn’t register the confusion that came over his face. “Y/N?” He questioned.  

“Look, Y/N I’m sorry but-” Bella began.  

“You manipulative bitch! Just when I thought that I mattered more to you than some dumb crush!” You screamed. “You have two minutes to get dressed and get out.” You stormed out of your bedroom. While you were more like your grandmother than your father, you still had a tendency to explode when someone really pushed you past your limit.  

Steve came running after you, still pulling his jeans up his legs. “Y/N, you have to believe me it’s not what it looks like,” he pleaded. He pulled his shirt over his head. “Oh, so you didn’t just have sex with my twin sister?” You sassed. “Well yes, but it wasn’t like that!” Steve yelled.  

Bella, now dressed, slowly approached the scene. “Get out Bella. You’ve done enough,” you lowered your voice. “But Y/N-”  

“Get out now!” You screamed, grabbing a book from a shelf and throwing it at her head. She ducked, and quickly ran out of your apartment, picking up her heels as she went.  

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, attempting to regain some sense. “You have two minutes to make an excuse.”  

“I thought she was you, Y/N. You have to believe me. I came out of the shower and she was sitting there in her underwear, saying that Bella had called her to cancel drinks and she just started kissing me. I swear if I had have known it wasn’t you I would have pulled away straight away. Please Y/N, you have to believe me,” Steve pleaded. Being with you had changed his life so much in the last few months. He was less reckless on missions, and he felt he actually had something to live for in this new world he had been thrown into. “I love you,” he said for the first time.

Your eyes filled with tears, your anger going from anger to sadness. “It doesn’t change anything. You slept with her, even if you didn’t mean to. I can’t go into that bed… I can’t hug you or kiss you or have sex with you knowing what you did. Not at the moment anyway. I’m going to stay with my Dad for a while. Maybe longer,” you finished quietly.  

“Christ Y/N, is all this drama even worth it?” Steve rubbed his face in frustration. “What are you saying?” The tears spilled over. “All of this family drama. First it was Tony’s disapproval and now it’s Bella’s schemes. Why drag it out? Why not just end it? It’s clearly having an impact on us.”  

“Well if that’s what you want.” You walked back into the bedroom and quickly packed a bag, trying not to imagine what had happened in the bed not even an hour ago.  

“Goodbye Steve,” and with that you left him standing there. Alone in this new world once again.

tbh the lack of diversity in the mcu is screwed up not just because kids are looking at these white, mostly male heroes and thinking they look nothing like them and feeling bad about themselves because of that but also because of what it teaches kids you have to be in order to be a hero. like tony stark - rich, thor - very physically built, doesn’t really care about hurting those who get in his way, black widow - girls, you need to wear a catsuit zipped down to your boobs to even be considered a hero and then you’re gunna be in the background of every shot, airbrushed and excluded from the merchandising line. even steve rogers who’s got a long list of debilitating illnesses and an untypical build/appearance for an heroic character (as well as strong hints he lived in a poor, gay neighbourhood in the 20s-30s) has to be “cured” of his illnesses to become a “true” hero. the only case where this doesn’t really happen to a main hero that i can think of is daredevil but that’s not accessible to (most) young kids for obvious reasons.

You know, most stony shippers don’t really blink twice at this moment but here’s why I think it’s actually really great; not only is it their first time really speaking together, but this is where we see the first signs that Tony is just so conflicted about what to feel in Steve’s presence–envy for being his father’s favorite even when Tony himself wasn’t? Awe because he’s actually meeting THE Captain America, the Living Legend, America’s golden boy,  and his own childhood idol? Or…the feeling that’s just beginning to form inside him as soon as he sees Steve taking off his helmet with face still a little flushed from battle?

It’s sad but also pretty hilarious because here he’s obviously trying to hold himself back from saying something stupid…”Still, you’re pretty hot muscular spry…” -gulp- *fuck that still sounded gay* “…for an older fellow.” *nailed it*

I mean the way I see it, it’s pretty much the equivalent of this:


Imagine Waking Up Im Vegas Married To Wanda

For My People

You wake up blissfully and smile while looking over at your bride. Wanda is grinning in her slip and her eyelids flutter showing she’s dreaming. The ring you bought her glints in the sunlight steaming through the window. She’s perfect in every way and you couldn’t be happier.

You married Wanda last night by choice not through drunkenness. You’ve been engaged for a long time but have waited to marry till it got legal for all of America. Once it became legal you dragged everyone to Vegas and got married right away.

Funny thing is two other gay Avengers pairs have been waiting too.

Pietro and Clint got married after you and Steve and Tony after them.

It was a night of love.

Now a lot of you have seen the movie, can I please share mine and a-less-ordinary-life‘s AoU headcanon. 

Clint + wife want a night off after AoU to spend some quality time together, but they’ve got no-one to look after the kids. 

Cue Clint showing up with baby Nathaniel strapped to his chest and holding a kid’s hand in each of his own at Stark tower. Tony’s just about to ask wtf when Steve comes running in like “Clint said there was an emergency at the tower what’s going on I came here all the way from upstate -?”

“There is an emergency,” Clint replies. “I haven’t ploughed my wife since before the baby was born. Have a good night with the kids, gays - I mean guys.”

And then he just leaves. He just leaves Steve and Tony with three children for the evening. Idk how but they end up falling in love in the process of trying to keep these children alive. 

You know, I get it. A lot of fans get it. We shouldn’t give actors pictures of slash fanworks or ask creators too may questions about our ships. It’s awkward and rude. 

But this tittering behind hands about slash fangirls get old. You don’t see talk show hosts breaking out heterosexual art for shock value, asking celebrities about those ships in any depth or wink wink nudge nudge kind of way. There’s no, “come on guys, I got so many emails asking for Jim to Bang Emily last week posts, stop asking, it’s so old.” Because heterosexual ships and shipping are considered normal. 

It’s normal for say, Tony Stark to fuck every female character ever, But mention Steve and Tony, or Tony and Rhodey, and it’s there go the crazy fangirls again. And that’s so discouraging. Like I don’t think specific gay ships need to be made canon, just because people like them, but I don’t think it’s hilarious to laugh and point at the ‘weirdos’ either for being into certain ships.

When you ask for representation in the media, you generally get two lipstick lesbians, one of whom eventually gets Jossed, to stir up angst after a very small amount of character development that’s just enough to get viewers wanting to know more about who the characters are. 

And the backlash over ‘two dicks touching’ is pretty tiresome too. Like if Steve goes from dating Peggy to dating Bernie or Diamondback, that doesn’t erase Peggy. But Steve going for Sam does? Or we suddenly find out Iron Man is adopted, does that erase Howard and Maria? The point of fiction is literally to create different scenarios. Don’t like it, don’t read it. Create what you do like. 

taleasedubh  asked:

Imagine Steve shopping for wedding bands for him and Bucky and getting upset over the materials not being strong enough. Tony overhearing him saying something to Bucky and making them rings.

“It’s a battle every step of the way.”

It’s those words in Steve’s voice that make Tony stop in his tracks as he passes by Bucky’s bedroom on his way to the science lab, because, let’s face it, Tony is a nosy little shit and wants to know exactly what the battle is.

Steve continues, unaware of the audience he now has. “Finding you, for one. The anti gay laws making marriage illegal. Now the rings. Really? The rings?”

Bucky sighs. “And yet, you found me. Gay marriage has become legal. We’ll figure out something for the rings. Platinum has to be strong enough, right?”

“Tried it. Bent when I shook the man’s hand.”

Ah, Tony thought to himself, understanding immediately what the problem was. It takes him an entire three weeks to figure out the right combination of platinum and titanium, with traces of magnesium alloys, but he presents Steve with a small box, wrapped in pages torn out of Time Magazine. “Congratulations, Cap.” He walks away before Steve opens it, but the next time they cross paths, Steve is proudly wearing the ring on his left hand, and it’s shape still perfectly holds.


Art AU
Tony Stark - a rich millionaire (which never changes), Steve Rogers - a talented amateur painter. I think the way these two men never meet, but, as always, solves the case ….