#stony for ts

[betheflame]

For the TS prompts: 5, 26, or 33 - Stony whichever calls to you the most!

"Get it off my desk" 😘

“PEPPER.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and got up from her desk. He did not pay her enough for any of this, truly. It’s just that he paid her more than Barnes & Noble did and English Lit degrees weren’t exactly lucrative. 

“PEPPER,” he repeated. 

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” she said as she click-clacked her way into his office. 

“The sound your shoes make is soothing,” he said by way of answer. “The stilettos, the rhythm they make is fun.”

“Thank you,” she said. Pepper was completely unphased by anything that tumbled out of Tony Stark’s mouth, really. Four years and four months–she’d seen it all. 

“There’s an artist,” he continued in what she sincerely hoped was the actual point, “Steve something. He entered the contest for the mural in the lobby.”

“The one that your father took over the selection for,” Pepper clarified. 

Tony nodded. “I liked Steve better. His application is still here, and I need it off my desk. It’s making me sad.”

Pepper nodded. “Can you not just throw it out?”

“Oh, no, I meant give him something else to do,” Tony said. She’d learned early on that his brain and mouth rarely connected in linear fashions. 

“Got it. Any preference?”

“Are any of the break rooms really boring?”

“I’m assuming most of them are,” Pepper replied. 

“Great. Have him zhuzh them up.”

“Zhuzh.”

“Yeah, like make it fancier or whatever,” Tony said with a wave of his hand. “I think it’s Yiddish.”

“Okay, I’ll hire Steve Rogers to zhuzh up the break rooms with…?”

“Whatever he wants,” Tony said with a shrug. “Maybe something to reflect all the locations we’re in? Like the weird arch for the new place we built in St. Louis.”

“It’s not weird because you didn’t want to ride up it,” Pepper replied with a smirk. 

“They wanted me to trust a pod to raise six hundred and thirty feet into the air. No thank you.”

Pepper bit back a wider smile. He made no sense sometimes. “You fly planes a lot higher than that.”

“They are planes, not pods,” Tony responded. “Anyway. Rogers. Art. Zhuzhing.”

“Will that be all, Mr. Stark?”

“That will be all, Ms. Potts.”

____

“I got the job?”

Bucky looked over at his best friend. “Was that a question?”

Steve blinked rapidly as he stared at his phone. “That was Pepper Potts, from Stark Industries.”

“Wasn’t that the mural gig you didn’t get?” Bucky said. He realized this wasn’t a conversation he could keep playing FIFA through, so he hit pause and put the controller down. 

Steve nodded. “She said they found another project they thought I’d be perfect for. Something about painting the break rooms.”

“That sounds below your talent level,” Bucky replied. Steve was one of the most talented visual artists Bucky had ever seen. Granted, he’d seen maybe three, but the reviews of Steve’s shows agreed with him! He just needed one shot to be in front of people with both money and social reach and maybe Steve could stop sleeping on Bucky’s couch. 

Not that he didn’t love having his best friend live with him. It’s just that Steve was 6’4” and Bucky’s couch was…not. 

“No, like, do custom murals. I think it’s for all of their locations, too.”

“Fuck, that means like Malaysia, I think,” Bucky said on a low whistle. 

“I think this might change my life,” Steve said with wonder. 

“Fingers crossed, bud, fingers crossed.”

[noforkingclue]

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As you can probably tell I am a sucker for vengeful, protective Thomas Shelby.

Like-yes, Thomas, kill for me, even if I don't want you to! Hold me close and rub my back and murmur in my ear that you're doing it for me, to protect me, it's all alright-don't watch, or maybe do, he'll keep me safe, just stay like that-they were trying to hurt you, don't you see that? They were going to hurt you, but I stopped them. You need me.

God, even if he was lying just a little-he really does want to protect you, you know, but on his terms, his ideals-it would be alright. Just let him hold you, your face to his chest as you hear the sound of a gun firing in yours ears and your head and your heart-

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Of course anon! I know exactly what you mean! I love a protective Tommy.

Title: For You

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Your eyes were wide as you staggered back, terrified of the man in front of you. He sighed as he took carefully measured steps towards you. You winced as your back hit a brick wall but the man didn’t stop walking. A soft, consistent drizzle dampened your clothes and you wished you had the ability to walk through the wall blocking your escape. Finally, he stopped, so close you could feel the heat from his body. For a second neither of your spoke. You too terrified to get a word out and him, well, he was probably assessing the situation. Finally he said,

“You weren’t meant to see that.”

“R… really Tommy?” you said shakily, “Wasn’t I?”

Tommy lit a cigarette and looked away from you as he took a drag. When he looked back his face was stony and he offered the cigarette to you. You took it was shaking hands and took a deep drag.

“You killed him.” You said at last

“I thought that was obvious.”

“Why?”

Tommy sighed and took off his hat. He looked up at the sky, his hair quickly getting damp in the increasingly heavy drizzle, before he ran a hand over his face. You continued to glare at him as he put his cap back on, the shadow from the brim hiding his impossibly blue eyes from you.

“Thought that was obvious too, love.”

“Not to me.”

“They were using you to get to me.”

“Wh… what? To get to you.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t- why? I’m not anyone special.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

Tommy took a step closer, fully trapping you against the wall. He raised a hand and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. You held your breath as he lower it and took the cigarette from your loosened grip. He took one last drag before his flicked it away. It hissed out when it hit the wet ground.

“You are special to me,” said Tommy quietly, “and I should’ve realised it sooner.”

He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb over your cheekbone. He pressed his lips against your forehead and you closed your eyes at the soft touch. Tommy wrapped his arms around you and pulled you roughly against his chest. His heart was beating steadily, a sharp comparison to your rapidly beating one.

“I did this for you,” he said softly, “to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting.”

Tommy let out a humourless laugh and even as you said those words you knew them to be a lie. Being involved with the Shelby’s (in any way) was bound to bring danger to your life. You weren’t like the Shelby’s. You had never killed someone and yet, somehow, you found yourself dragged into their world.

“I never wanted it to be like this,” said Tommy softly, “I thought I could keep you safe without having to resort to violence.”

His grip on you tightened and you were powerless to escape his grip and part of you didn’t want to. Tommy had only killed those people in order to protect you. He was doing it with your best interest. As you relaxed against Tommy, with those thoughts swirling around your mind, you could almost forget the smell of gunpowder on him and the feeling of someone else’s blood seeping into your shirt.

Yes, Tommy had killed those people in order to protect you. He hadn’t wanted to kill them in front of you, that was never meant to be part of the plan, but with you in his arms he knew it was the right decision. It showed you that only he could protect you. You would be safe as long as you were with him.

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for the TS lyrics prompt list you reblogged, 18 for stevetony? 👀

18. The worst thing that I ever did / Was what I did to you Ship: Stony

Tony knew he shouldn't just show up at Steve's apartment. He knew he wouldn't be welcome, not after they'd spent that evening on the rooftop, hands inching together until palms clasped, and then the very next night was photographed on a date with Christine Everhart.

"It's been hard to open up to people," Steve had said on the rooftop, the moonlight casting over his face, highlighting the way his lips had turned down in a frown. "But with you," Steve went on to admit. "It's easy."

Tony's heart had skipped from one beat to the next, his hand clenching around Steve's and he'd taken a leap: "I want to be that person you share things with, that person you come to when it all gets too hard. Or when you're having the best day. Or when you're bored or excited or...all of it. I'm here for you Steve. I want to be yours."

"I want that, too." And maybe Steve's eyes had flicked down to Tony's lips, and maybe Tony's tongue had come out to briefly lick the chapped corner of his own lips in response.

But then the rooftop door had slammed open and the rest of the gang rolled through the doorway in a boisterous rumble of laughter and chatter, and their hands had fallen from one another.

Now, across the television screen behind Steve, Christine Everhart hung from Tony's side.

Tony swallowed. "How was your day?" He willed the TV to turn off, to make that image go away.

"My day?" Steve scoffed. "Who cares."

"I--"

"I'm sure Everhart talked your ear off enough."

"Steve, that was for appearances. Trust me, if I turned her down tonight it would be headline news tomorrow."

Steve sighed. "Whatever, Tony, I don't care, I--"

Tony stepped forward, pulling Steve's hand into his own, clenching it tight. "Trust me, please, I'd rather have been on that rooftop with you, than on a date with Everhart--with anyone else."

Steve's eyes narrowed, but he didn't pull his hand away. "Then...no one else? From now on?"

"There's been no one else since the rooftop. Everhart was damage control."

The betrayal began to slip from Steve's gaze and the clenching around Tony's heart eased.

Steve stepped closer, ran his free hand across Tony's cheek. "Promise me."

"I promise. I'll do my damndest to make that--" he gestured over Steve's shoulder "--the worst thing I ever do to you."

Steve caught Tony's gaze and held it before bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered against Tony's lips, "Good."

Taylor Swift Prompt List

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

ArShi TS: Open Secret [2/3]

Word Count: ~2000 words

Prompt by @ruminationsofaraven​

What if all the secrets are revealed during the Holi segment? Can you write about the dynamic shift in the characters and how this would affect the Raizada parivaar in this phase of their lives.

Read part 1

Shyam had intended to color Khushi all along. If only Arnav hadn’t come in between… but for how long? What if the next time Arnav wasn’t around? Then? 

The thought sobered Payal up more than the lemon pickles. Them hiding Shyam’s true colors was a mistake. That man had no intention of changing, his disgust on Khushi being married was evident and so was his desperation to get to Khushi one way or the other.

Oh what had they done! For Payal’s marriage they had all put Khushi’s safety at stake. What if Khushi wasn’t married into the family, what if he had blackmailed Khushi to ensure the safety of Payal’s marriage? 

Khushi’s marriage, more of an elopement, was a blessing in disguise because Payal’s marriage to Akash had just been the leverage Shyam could have used against the Guptas. Especially Khushi.

No, Akash had to know the truth. 

Payal composed herself and head to her bedroom to find a stony faced Akash, a devastated Nani and an enraged Manohar. 

What was going on? 

– – – – – – – – – – –

“What is going on!” Manohar yelled, quieting Manorama with his rare rage as the rest of the family flinched in the living room. Shyam sweated profusely, Khushi blinked in confusion and Arnav was just sobering up. 

“Mama ji-” Shyam began but Manohar stopped him in his place with a look. 

What the hell… 

Anjali sat next to Khushi, holding her hand tightly. Khushi’s attention was diverted to the quivering pregnant woman. 

“Bitwa, please calm down. Anjali bitiya-” Nani began, trying to reign in her son’s temper. Anjali was expecting and she was of faint heart. God forbid if she followed her mother’s footsteps then Devyani would have no will to live at all. 

“How long has this been going on?” Akash asked Shyam, his anger barely in check. When Shyam feigned innocence, Akash rolled his eyes and took Khushi’s phone from Mama ji. 

“Di, I’m really sorry. But you should read the texts that your husband sends out to your sister in law.” Arnav stood up, realizing Akash had figured out what he had. He grabbed the phone from Akash’s hands, stopping him from handing it over to Anjali.

Anjali wouldn’t be able to bear the truth. 

“Akash, leave it.” Arnav warned. Akash froze, Arnav knew. 

“Bhai… how can I leave it? The whole house has a right to know, especially Di-” Shyam paled at the conflict between the cousins. Shit. They knew. But how much? And what perspective? 

If Akash thought what Arnav thought, then Khushi and Payal would be kicked out from the house and everything would work in his favor. 

But Anjali looked strangely calm. Perhaps she wouldn’t believe her cousins. Shyam formulated a plan, he would beg for forgiveness and talk about the way Khushi came onto him. That’s how the Gupta sisters are. Payal grabbed Akash at the first chance and when Khushi couldn’t get Arnav, she and her family latched onto the very married Shyam. 

This would make perfect sense. 

And Garima would never speak to the family - he knew it by her fear of Payal’s broken wedding! 

Anjali stood up and grabbed the phone from her brothers, reading aloud the text message from Shyam. 

“Dear Khushi ji, it’s time to bury the hatchet at this wonderful festival, isn’t it? I miss you, and I still love you. Trust me, Rani Saheba means nothing to me. Yours, Shyam” Anjali’s voice shook. Khushi panicked, disgusted at the text message. She should’ve never given the man another chance. Rather, she should have buried him alive the minute she had got to know the truth. 

He wouldn’t stop. He never would. It was her biggest mistake to have kept it quiet for the sake of Payal’s marriage. But speaking of Payal, where was she? 

Arnav yanked Khushi by the arms, his eyes bloodshot in rage. 

“How dare you-”

“Chote!” Anjali pulled Khushi away from Arnav’s grip - which left bruises on Khushi’s arms, as always. 

“Di?” Arnav asked in disbelief. 

“This is a lie…” She pointed to the text, “or half of the truth. We don’t know everything. I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding.” Anjali begged her brother. 

Oh Anjali and her false hopes.

“Exactly Rani Saheba, this is not what you think it is.” Shyam, finally, opened his mouth. The whole family glared at him except Anjali. Phew, that meant his lottery ticket still believed in him. 

“No Di, I know her. She’s a disgusting gold digger woman with no character-” Khushi stared at Arnav in disbelief. That is what he thought about her? Is that why he married her? But what about their heartbeats? How was he able to give her so much happiness and so much pain at once? The ground slipped beyond her feet as vicious, vile words spilled out of Arnav’s mouth. 

“Bhai-”, “Bitwa-” Akash and Manohar tried to stop Arnav but in fail. 

“ENOUGH!” Payal screamed, her family in tow. 

This was worse than she had imagined. Akash, Manohar and Devyani gave her a chance to tell the truth and she rushed home to bring back Garima and Madhumati to corroborate their version of events. But all they walked into was Khushi’s character assassination. 

How did this happen? It was Shyam who sinned, correct? 

“You’re happy hiding the truth na Amma?” Payal accused Garima, tears pricking her eyes. Madhumati on the hand just stormed off into the living room, her blood pressure rising through the roof. 

Shyam remained quiet, the situation was incredibly volatile and he needed to assess everyone’s tonality before he could give a fitting reply to save his place. But his demeanor slipped looking at Madhumati raging like a bull towards him. 

She paused, switching glares between him and Arnav. Interesting, who would she hit first? By the looks of it… Arnav was the target. 

Instead she grabbed Khushi’s wrist and pulled her away. 

“What are you doing?” Devyani asked. 

“Well this house does not respect my niece, so I’m taking her away from here.” Madhumati announced, pulling a frozen Khushi along.

“Respectwa? Hello hi bye bye, since when have we started respecting these kind of women?” Manorama sneered. 

“Enough!” Payal snapped, tearfully she looked at Akash, “Akash, when I thought you, Papa ji and Dadi ji gave me a chance to bring my family along I thought you were giving the truth a chance. But I see you’ve all already laid judgment - especially jethji.” Arnav frowned. 

“There is no other truth, Payal,” Arnav warned her, holding his sister tight. 

“How do you know that Arnav?” Arnav stiffened as Anjali’s soft, yet firm voice broke through the tension. 

“How do you know everything?” Anjali whispered.

“Exactly saale sahab-” Shyam agreed, “No one’s talking to you Shyam ji,” Anjali said, freezing Shyam. What did that mean? Did Anjali know the truth? How? 

“All you have is Shyam ji telling he loves Khushi, what do you know about what she feels?” Anjali questioned. Arnav balked at his sister’s calm questioning. Where was the anger? Where was the rage? This was her life!

“I’ve not seen anyone ask Khushi what the truth is.” Anjali left Arnav and held Khushi. Madhumati let her go, stunned that out of all people to show rationality it was Anjali. 

“What is the truth Khushi ji, tell me? You’ve already tried telling me once, haina?” Khushi finally broke out of her thoughts, staring at Anjali in confusion. 

Anjali smiled amidst her tears, holding Khushi’s cheeks gingerly, “It’s ok, this time I wouldn’t pretend to fear for my husband’s life.” The whole house fell quiet as Khushi broke into sobs, hugging the other woman tightly. 

– – – – – – – – – –

Anjali had laughed at everyone when they learned Khushi’s fiance was Shyam too. But the laughter quickly faded when she saw the ring on Khushi’s hand to be exceedingly similar to Shyam’s taste and the engagement ring he had selected for Anjali. 

Or when Motilal met Anjali again, laughing how Shyam was buying two rings for Anjali - he must be making up for a crime! 

Anjali’s suspicions solidified when the day she formally introduced Shyam and Khushi, Khushi’s engagement broke and she had come over the next day, tearfully trying to tell her the truth.

She thought all was well with Shyam paying attention to her, Arnav and Khushi’s growing attraction to each other, and Shyam’s joy over her safety when she returned from the accident. 

But one look at Holi and she knew her husband hadn’t stopped chasing Khushi, in fact he had only grown bolder, more dangerous. 

– – – – – – 

The house was quiet as Khushi was done with her version of events - from Lucknow to Delhi. 

“She’s lying!” Shyam cried, but this time Madhumati held his wrist in a menacing grip to let this man escape. 

“Lying? We have the whole of Lakshminagar to confirm your dalliance in our house!” Payal seethed. Garima closed her eyes, the errors of her judgment clear.  

“Hello hi bye bye, actions so down yet voice so louds?” Manorama scoffed at Shyam. Unbelievable! Any emotion, any tears, anything she felt for her beloved damaad disappeared in an instant. Manohar consoled the distraught Devyani but Manorama sought strength from Anjali’s strength. 

If her darling niece didn’t break down from the truth - she would not either. She slipped away from the crowd, calling her police contacts to file an FIR for everything Shyam had done. Attempted bigamy to stalking, siphoning funds off Anjali’s account to continuous harassment of Khushi.

Someone over here had to be practical.

“If you had only asked me,” Khushi asked Arnav, distraught that he hadn’t even liked her enough to ask. Not even asked. He had simply believed the worst of her in the blink of an eye. 

And even if he had believed the truth, did he think he had no right to yell at her? To demand her side of the story? To demand justifications for what all they felt? 

“So everyone knew some part of the truth anyways?” Akash laughed bitterly, settling on the sofa. Arnav could not respond, his heart soaring at the thought that Khushi was innocent but his mind calculating the damage of his actions. 

“And nobody, nobody told me.” Akash sighed. Payal reached out to him, attempting to hold his hand but he shrugged it off.

“You know Payal, I understand Bhai not telling me because if I heard only his version of events I might have not been able to marry you. I get it that he tried to preserve our family as much as he could. I understand Di not telling me because she herself was not sure if what she suspected was true or not. But you? Your family? You all literally did not tell me the truth just so you could marry me?” Akash was hurt, that despite all of his mother’s warnings that the Guptas would like to secure this marriage - a part of her was right. 

“Nahi Bitwa, Payal already had a broken marriage-” Garima began but Akash raised his hand, unable to hear anything else. 

“I know she had, and to be honest I’d understand if you had hidden that from me. But a truth concerning my sister’s wellbeing? I mean don’t tell me you all actually thought Di would be happy with Shyam-” Akash questioned the Guptas, their shame faces telling everything. 

Shyam, meanwhile, had nothing apart from silence to offer. The family spoke as if he didn’t exist, and pretended to not see when the police picked him up and carried him off to jail. This was the heights?! His yells to Anjali, curses to the Raizadas and threats to the Guptas only helped the police further to lock him up. Manorama only bid him a happy bye bye from the doorway. 

“I’m sorry Di,” Khushi whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. Anjali had not left Khushi’s side at all. She had played complicit to Khushi’s harassment. 

“It’s ok, you’re young. People make mistakes,” Anjali paused and looked at a stricken Arnav, “don’t they?” 

Arnav swayed on his feet, collapsing by Anjali and unable to meet Khushi’s eyes. 

What had he done? 

“You are right Akash. My family acted purely out of selfishness for my marriage to happen. As such I have violated the sanctity of truth of our marriage.” Payal whispered, wiping her tears away. 

“Hence, the only way to repair this, is for me to walk out of your life.”

A/N: Finally I've updated this! Last part left! Let me know how you think this would transpire???

[ministryoftheword]

MOW:TS- New Heart & a new spirit

Word for Today: Spiritual heart transplant is Essential. Ministry Of the Word (MOW): True Spirituality(TS). Improving our Spiritual Understanding Memory Verse “A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh” (Ezekiel 36:26). Dearly Beloved Greetings of the season to everyone,…

[usuallydeepcoffee]

honestly i'm a Steve stan above anything else, so i've tried a few st*ny fics which were okayish, but. i'm just sp put off by all the steve hate i can't even look for actual content. do you have any recs of fics where steve is actually liked by the author?

Are you asking me to re-live my trauma, anon?? Lol

Anyway, most of what I remember is from the pre-catws days. After that,I think people started turning bitter(er) towards Steve and I stopped actively looking for stuff.

Also, consider that I haven't read these in a long time, so the characterization might not be up to today's standards, lol.

You should try Devildoll's other popular fic, Semaphore. Don't remember much about it, but I remember liking it - iirc, it went against the usual "somehow they all live at the tower and Steve's only purpose is bringing t0ny food" trope.

I'd recommend most of elise_509's stuff -her longer s/t fics are all pre-catws and yet she incorporates both bucky AND sam. Idk, I really love her style. She can be evocative yet not overly wordly, I would literally read Steve/Chair if she wrote it.

As Sharp as any Thorn is very Steve!whump heavy and each member of the OGs ANGSTS over Steve almost dying, which. yes please.

Most recent one I can rec you is Down came the rain, which, beware, is post-cacw. It’s the only post-cacw stovetuna I’ve ever read and it’s actually nice? The Steve&Nat content/feels are excellent and it’s got a nice plot too. (and yes, T0ny does say shitty things, beware)

ALSO, @bulkyphrase ’s coming in clutch with the recs like she’s Wong and I’m Jen at an hearing. So if you want more, or want to change verse (mine are all MCU), do check these out. And check out her fic recs tag, while you’re at it. There might be something you like!

Enjoy.... I guess?

[oldbrooklynsoul]

“ at the end? looking back? it wasn’t worth it. ” / ( 5 / 30 ) @nycstark

[jewishclarkkent]

a lifetime ago i started writing a coda to iron man/captain america: casualties of war, so here’s an excerpt.

Broken glass crunches under Steve’s boots as he enters the wreckage of Avengers Mansion. It seems worse, somehow, than the last time he was here, worse even than how it looked on that fatal night it got destroyed. When he passes by the grand staircase leading up to the private quarters, Steve finds himself rooted to the spot. What would he find on the second floor? Ruin and debris, in all likelihood; wreckage is all that remains of his old room and his life with the Avengers. It’s not your home anymore, a cruel voice reminds him. A familiar pang of loss situates itself in his chest, but Steve only clenches his fists and keeps walking. This is not the time for sentimental, childish thoughts.

Coming here had been stupid and careless--two things he can’t afford to be, especially at this critical juncture. It’s only the latest in a string of poor decisions he’s made in recent weeks, but it may just be the most reckless. Not one of his teammates is aware of his whereabouts, not even Sam, and he hasn’t allowed himself to consider how he’ll handle the situation should it go awry—and it easily can. Steve had already been impetuous enough to lead his team into a trap once, and Bill Foster is dead as a result.

Still, part of Steve clings to the belief that it’s not too late to make things right. Tony is a friend, and they’ve always been able to resolve their differences in the past, have always come out stronger for having done so. There has to be a way for Steve to remind him of that, to make him see reason. For all his bravado, Tony Stark is a good man — always has been. Steve knows that better than most.

They’d agreed to meet at what was once the public conference room, and Steve is surprised to realize that, despite being half an hour early, he’s not the first one there. Even more surprising is the fact it’s Tony sitting behind the oak desk, looking immaculate as ever in a designer suit rather than his armour. Of course, with the help of Extremis, Iron Man could appear at Tony’s whim. Still, this is not what Steve had been expecting, and he finds himself thrown off, unprepared to face his old friend.

“Hello, Steve,” says Tony, using the tone he usually reserves for business meetings and press conferences. Is this what’s become of them? The expression on his face is impassive and carefully controlled. Steve hates it, and simultaneously wishes he’d mastered the skill himself. With his quick temper and inability to rein his emotions in, he’s at a complete disadvantage; he’s a powder keg brimming with anger and betrayal, and any spark could set him off. “I’m glad you could make it. I was afraid you might think this is a trap.”

“No. You wouldn’t. Not here,” Steve insists, and doesn’t mention that very thought has occurred to him. “And if I’m wrong—I’ll deal with it.”  

There’s a slight twitch to Tony’s lips, dangerously close to a show of displeasure, but he regains control and steels his jaw instead. Steve feels smug satisfaction at having elicited some sort of emotion out of him. “You’re not,” Tony says carefully, voice measured. “I haven’t told anyone about this meeting. I just… I thought we should talk.”

The simple admission surprises Steve, something he hopes doesn’t register on his face. Tony stands up from his seat, walking over to the adjacent wall where an old framed photograph of the Avengers remains. The glass is cracked and its positioning is precariously crooked. Tony rights it with careful hands, tracing the frame with his fingers. “All these years… everything we’ve been through together… we owe it to each other to try and work it out, one last time…”

“All right,” Steve acquiesces, lowering his shield as Tony turns around to face him. After all, it’s the reason he’s agreed to this meeting. “Let’s talk.”

[bisteverogers-archive]

Can you rank: Steve x Bucky, Steve x Tony, Steve x Sam, Steve x Peggy, Steve x Nat?

omg okay uh for me personally, in the mcu:

steve/bucky

steve/peggy

steve/sam

steve/tony

steve/nat: they’re last only because they’re my #1 brotp

send me five characters / ships / shows / celebs / anything and i’ll put them in my order of preference!

[stonyinspiration]

We can all agree that "Closure" and "Tolerate it" from Taylor Swift's Evermore album are Stony songs.

[hugz4life]

Me: GUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYSSSS I GOT SOME NEEEEEEWWSSS!!!!!

Everyone: We're right here. Liz.

Just kidding but yo girl just bought a stylus pen online bc I'm gonna start trying digital art, but like I cant use my sausage fingers sooooooooo yeah!! I can't wait, soon I'll be posting my fanart digital style!! Gonna be hip with the kiiiids 😎😎😎

[torturedpoetsdepartmentemployee]

Folklore is literally just full of Stony songs!

[hellstark13]

Hi everyone! I know i abandoning this account. well i didn’t have the apps in my phone and then too invest on other fandom on social media. But i guess i’m back. My stony feek suddenly back at so much force that i want to draw them more. i hope you all still with me, i’ll update every weekend i guess, if you want regurally follow my Instagram, i post often in there. :)

[incorrecttonyxeveryonequotes]

Steve: [brushes Tony’s hand with his own]

Tony: [grabbing Steve’s hand] Commit to it.

[funkyrainbow]

Stony AA

[no-gorms]

I was inspired to go back and re-read your guys and bots series and I nearly screamed when I came across this line: “Hey,” Tony says, “the moment I invent a time machine, you’ll be the first to know.”

HELLO I am a useless prophet, nice to meet you! 

There’s another pre-IW (I think?) fic of mine, I can’t remember which one but someone pointed out to me that it uses the term “endgame” and I’m just like…. okay. 😔