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One Word Prompt 27: Green
Hi everyone :)
We have had some wonderful responses to our weekly prompts! You can write a story, drabble, headcanon, meta, do art, make a video, gif set, poem, fic rec, song rec that features the prompt word, literally whatever creative way you can think of to connect Stony to the prompt. Have fun!
Happy St. Patrick's day (I thought 'green' would be a good prompt for today :D) Wanna write about Steve wearing a "Kiss me, I'm Irish" shirt, or how he plans to celebrate the holiday with Tony? Go crazy!
If anyone has suggestions for future prompts, feel free to leave them in the comments :)





Steve takes Tony to Ireland one summer. They obviously can't afford to spend a lot of time there, with all the superhero business they're in, but for two whole weeks, Steve is the only person Tony gets to see and talk to.
They manage to stay incognito for most of the time (and when they don't, the tourists and Irish people are always happily willing to not make a big deal of seeing them), and they go to the pretty castles and walk through the gardens, holding each other's hands and acting like the newlyweds they will always feel like :P. And they spend a whole day at the Cliffs of Moher, just walking and sitting, and Tony takes Steve's sketchbook and gives it to him so he can have some quality art time, and they spend hours just relaxing and enjoying each other.
And they stay in the quaintest little B&B's and make love every single night, slow and lazy like they have all the time in the world. And they buy little trinkets and souvenirs for their friends and family, and EVERYTHING IS PERFECT AND GREEN! lmao :')
I kept waiting for the part where they can't understand a word people say. And Steve wants to be polite so he agrees to everything and that's how he gets roped into a potato eating contest and Tony is half convinced they made it up just so that Captain America would speed eat boiled potatoes in public. Like man, y'all should just come around the Tower when he's carb loading for a run.
And hell, if Dr Strange knew they were going just watch him enchant the Blarney Stone to mess with them. Not that I know anything whatsoever about Strange, I just feel like if I had magic and Tony Stark was adamant about it not existing AND he was in Ireland, I would do this.
But come on Strange. Tony already HAS the gift of gab.
But Steve? No. Holy crap Steve. Now he can't stop waxing poetic about Tony's hands and his lips and his eyes and his body and damn, Tony, didn't you know you're his sun? You're his moon - you're his starlit sky! Without you, he dwells in darkness and heartache. The poetry of the Harlem Renaissance, of Claude McKay, of Helene Johnson.
To whisper soft and quivering your name, And drink the passion burning in your frame -
To hear you ask if I shall love always, And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness, When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes --
AHHHHHHHH YESSSS! <3<3<3