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Robbie calling Daisy “girl” and “chica”
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Robbie calling Daisy “girl” and “chica”
“We can't keep this up forever.” + Stony
200 prompts | 10. “We can’t keep this up forever.” | Steve/Tony | just read it you won’t regret it i promise
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Tony can feel his hands trembling, his sweat running down his body, his eyes burning. He can’t do this anymore. Steve is beside him, looking like a man on a mission, but Tony knows it’s too late.
“We can’t keep this up forever,” he pleads. To whom? He doesn’t know.
His body is burning, his lungs are screaming for oxygen, and Steve is calm beside him, way too calm for what’s happening around them. Tony closes his eyes, breathing in the metallic scent in the air. He wants to stop this, he has; he can feel his body giving in underneath him, the burn in his muscles more prominent, more painful.
“We gotta keep going, Tony.” Steve’s voice is like a whisper; too close, too soft. It makes him nauseous, everything makes him nauseous right now. He needs to let go. He tells Steve so, and he looks at Tony like he can’t stomach the possibility of giving up. It’s okay, Tony thinks, I’ll do it alone. He gives Steve a reassuring smile, which isn’t returned.
And he does. Tony lets go.
Moments later, when Tony opens his eyes and looks up, he can barely make up the ghost of a smile in front of him. Natasha is kneeling beside him, a glass of water on her hand. She hands it to him slowly, and he takes it from her with trembling hands. He takes a sip, then drowns the whole glass like a starving man. His body feels tired, worn out. He can hear laughter around him, someone’s laughing with absolute mirth, and Tony knows it’s done.
He did it. He lost.
“Oh man, you should see your face,” Clint says between laughs. “You look worse than when we spar.”
Tony rolls his eyes, handing the glass back to Nat, who’s chewing on some left popcorn, “I’m forty eight, I have a heart condition.”
Steve smiles at him, his eyes twinkling with amusement from where he’s still keeping his position. “Still could use some training.”
Tony groans, grabs some popcorn form Nat and throws it at Steve, who’s joined Clint in laugher. “Betrayed by my own husband, fucking great. I’m never playing twister again.”
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HOUSES CAVALIERI & XOLOTL.
Michael: My father's no different than any other powerful man – any man who's responsible for other people, like a senator or a president. Kay: [laughs] You know how naïve you sound? Michael: Why? Kay: Senators and presidents don't have men killed.
generations of the cavalieri family have held political sway in new venice for nearly a century; while its oldest scion, rafael, declined to follow the family path, its reputation is presently upheld in argentium by brothers león and cesare. rafael’s marriage to scilla cavalieri, a vampire of the xolotl bloodline and the recently ascended boss of the new venetian mafia, has further buoyed the cavalieris’ status; politics, money, and the mafia in hand, there is no limit to their ambition.
Why are soldiers, who ought to protect citizens, killing them instead? Why is alchemy, which ought to bring happiness to the people, being used for murder?
Baby, It’s Cold Outside...
Jung Hoseok| BTS| singledad!au
a/n: for the anonnie who asked for this, thanks fam, you really broke my writer’s block. plus i’m finally on break from uni hehe
The frigid, brazen afternoon skies of the Busan air nipped the flushed skin of her face as she adamantly opposed his glove-clad hands, “Jihae, please cover up. It’s freezing out here, I don’t want you getting sick.”
“But Daddy, I’m too hot! I want to go home, why are we even here?” Jihae brusquely said and made a feeble attempt to tug away from him once again.
Feeling defeated, Hoseok stopped his attempts at lacing the fuzzy scarf around his daughter, looked at her, and simply exhaled, “You know where we are going. Every year since we’ve been going to visit your mother. It wouldn’t be right to not see her, don’t you agree sweetie?”
“No! I hate her! I don’t want to go, why do you keep making me see her?” She yelled, causing passerby’s turn their heads in annoyance and distaste at the father failing to quiet his young daughter from having a tantrum on the street.
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He’s right, you know. A team that trusts is a team that triumphs.
for the prompts, stevetony + "are you okay?"
200 prompts | 146. “Are you okay?” | Steve/Tony | angst, hurt no comfort, established relationship
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When Steve hands Tony the divorce papers, Tony breaks.
It’s not pretty. He just stares at the bunch of papers sitting on his desk, Steve’s flawless and beautiful signature sprawled at the bottom of the documents. Tony feels like he can’t breathe; like all the air has gone out of the room. He feels like he’s walking on air; like the floor is gone under his feet and he’ll fall any second to his dead. He feels like he’s lighter; his body feels empty, his mind is closed off, and he’s pretty sure he’s lost weight too. He feels like he’s floating; floating in a sea of absolute despair, and he can’t ground himself no matter how hard he tries.
Steve is waiting, his face is hard, his eyes cold. He doesn’t look away from Tony, and Tony feels too small in his seat to even look at Steve in the eyes.
He doesn’t ask questions, does not dare. Since the moment they met, Tiny knew their relationship was doomed. He’s a mess, he’s complicated, he falls easily and drags the people he loves with him. He’s not surprised, no. He knew this was coming. He’s the futurist, isn’t he? He knew.
That doesn’t mean it present hurt.
With his heart breaking, and his hands shaking, Tony signs.
It was all a lie, the thought strikes through his mind like thunder. All those whispered love promises, the mornings shared together, the nights lying awake hold each other through endless nightmares. All a lie. It was all a lie. It’s always been like this, hasn’t it? Life has never been nice to him, and if it has, then it has taken everything away afterward. What’s the point of living a life that gives and takes back, but leaves him empty and lonely all the same?
Tony stares at the blank walls of the room as if they hold the answers he needs, the echo of his heartbeat only sound in the room he can hear. He stares and stares, and does his best to ignore Steve’s presence.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks at some point, but it sounds empty, a platitude, and Tony wants to laugh.
He says nothing.
Tony doesn’t understand. They made love just the night before, their hands clasped together as their ragged breaths and moans mingled in the darkness of their room. The light of the arc reactor glinting off their wedding rings, lips pressed together, bodies joined. It was beautiful.
And now?
Now Tony stares at the wall, unable to look away, unable to turn around. He’s trapped, just waiting for oblivion to take him. He closes his eyes, and evens his breath. He can feel Steve’s presence beside him still, but he ignores it.
He ignores Steve.
If Tony hadn’t, maybe he could have noticed the strange patterns in the wall, noticed the strange color in Steve’s eyes, the strange color in his skin, the weird notes in his voice. But he doesn’t.
Steve leaves.
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Stony for prompt 22 from angst? If you decide to write this, thank you!
200 Dialogue Prompts | 22A. “You make me feel so small.” | Steve/Tony | angst, established relationship, not quite break up, steve is very depressed and is overthinking things, he needs a hug so bad oh god
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Steve can't tear his eyes away from it. It's like his whole existence is displayed right there, to be seen, dissected, observed by everyone who passes by. He silently watches the room with something akin to disgust pooling in his gut. He knows he has no right to feel like that, that his brain is just trying to mess with him and mess this up because some dark, lonely place deep inside his mind tries it's best to prove how he just wasn't meant to be happy. Or safe.
The room is big. Bigger than the quarters SHIELD gave him at the Triskelion. It looks homey, with brown wooden furniture, dressed in quiet but warm colors, and there's many, many rooms. He's almost sure Tony added an entire room just for him to paint, an art studio, for him to try to get back to his art. A safe place, Tony would call it, just like the workshop is a safe place for him.
All that, only because he offhandenly mentioned he liked art all those months ago when they first worked in the Helicarrier, in between the times when they weren't trying to kill each other.
It's been a long time since then, and he's been dating Tony long enough to know that he would remember something like that.
He's been dating Tony. Tony.
Tony, who doesn't deserve to be close to someone like Steve, someone so rotten, so empty. He can't remember why he even agreed to date Tony. Maybe it was that smile, that one that pulls him apart and then back together. That smile that feels like a candle among miles and miles of darkness or ice cold water and ice, burning him up from the inside. A candle he both loves and hates because it's warm and small, but it also reminds him of the dark, angular walls inside the church close to his home, it reminds him of himself standing beside a casket - his Ma's casket - and the empty one sitting beside it - the one that should have been Bucky's. And it makes him think about more empty caskets, that will eventually be for all those who live around him.
It's a nice room, Steve supposes. He should be grateful. But as he stands there, he can't help but feel so...small. So underseving, so out of his depth. And something in his brain keeps screaming at him that he needs to go, go far away. So this place, this safe, beautiful place, doesn't get tainted by Steve's misery.
His hands are shaking, slight trembles rocking his body like an awful dance to a melody he can no longer hear. He can feel, though, he feels an awful, sickening clench in his chest, like all those times he tried to gasp for breath, but his lungs couldn't hold the air long enough to truly nurture his body. His palms are sweaty, clammy, and wants to hide them inside the pockets of his jeans, to keep them there, never to be seen. That way no one will know. No one will know just how undeserving he is of all of this, how broken and tainted he is.
He's never been more grateful that Tony isn't here beside him.
He enters the room and empties every shelf that contains his clothes, the ones he paid for, and puts them inside his SHIELD issued bag. A couple pairs of jeans, some shirts and sweaters, all folded neatly inside his duffel bag. He works silently, the light of the candle flickering in front of his eyes, it's biting ember carved in his pupils as he moves around the room. Once he finishes, he pulls the bag over his shoulder, ready to leave, but something stops him.
There, sitting on the bedside table, is a picture of them. Him and Tony, on their first date. Steve remembers that day as if it had been yesterday. Maybe it's the only thing worth remembering in this century. The only thing worth keeping clean, safe from himself. A good memory to hold on to, he thinks. He stares at Tony's face, at the playful smile on his lips, and he wants to cry so bad that his knuckles turn white where he's holding the bag's handle.
What is he gonna tell Tony? He knows Tony gave him a home, a safe place to stay, but he can't live there because Tony makes him feel so small. It isn't Tony's fault, though, it's Steve's. He's always been small, always will be. But if he stays he's gonna taint everything around him, and burn everything down with the candle. What can he tell Tony? He doesn't know. He just walks out, and doesn't look back.
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