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Sketches of a Cottage and Figures, 1890, Vincent van Gogh

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lose you - rooster bradshaw x pilot!reader

this is my first time writing for top gun, but i’ve been a fan my whole life and rooster struck inspiration in me. please let me know if anything is inaccurate here! i hope you enjoy, feel free to send in requests!

summary: during a training exercise, something goes wrong with your plane, and rooster panics

the exercise was, quite frankly, supposed to be easy. when maverick had explained the objective to the class, you hadn’t been worried at all. not in the slightest. all you had to do was stay within however many feet of the cliffs, blah blah blah.

you’d been pushing yourself as far as you could, feeling a need to prove yourself to not only your classmates but to yourself. and, of course, to rooster.

your little crush on the lieutenant was supposed to be a secret, and it had been, up until phoenix had guessed about it. “so, rooster, huh?” she’d asked you one night at the bar with a smirk on her lips.

“hm?” you’d hummed, trying to pretend that you hadn’t almost spat out your drink.

she laughed. “i won’t say anything. you are blushing, though.”

“no i am not.”

the conversation had ended there, with her laughing at you and you hiding behind your martini glass. rooster was your friend, and he had been since pretty much your first day. training with the best of the best, yourself included, made it sometimes difficult to meet people that weren’t shallow, or in their heads.

that much you realized pretty quickly with guys like hangman, who could only be admired for their skill. as soon as the man opened his mouth, though, your admiration would decimate.

rooster, however, you admired for everything. he was not only a brilliant pilot, but a brilliant man. you’d never been blind to how attractive he was, what with the aviators perched on his nose and a smirk on his lips. but after having endless conversations (often drunk) with the man, you had undoubtedly developed a crush on him.

the same man stood next to you grumbling, some complaint or other about maverick not trusting him enough to let him fly. you had, honestly, zoned rooster out, more focused on grabbing your helmet. “vix, are you even listening to me?”

vixen had been your call sign for years, and it seemed it would remain so until you made some extremely embarrassing move or other. the vixen and the phoenix, you and the other girl in the squadron would frequently joke.

“what?” you turned to look at him, realizing that you’d been completely off in your own train of thought. “oh, yeah, yeah, mav holding you back, whatever.”

he sighed. “come on, i know i talk about it a lot, but it’s frustrating, vix!”

you nodded. “yeah, i sure bet it is.” your tone was enough to tell him that you were focused on something else, and you caught him furrowing his brows out of the corner of your eye.

“you okay?” he then asked, leaning on the locker next to yours. “you just.. you seem distracted today.”

with a shake of your head, you turned to look back at him. “i’m just.. i don’t know. i’m tired, i guess.” you lied. you’d been thinking about him. truth be told, you were thinking about how to tell him the truth. how do you admit your feelings to someone who is so close to you? if your feelings weren’t reciprocated, you worried about the awkwardness that would undoubtedly ensue.

rooster only nodded. “okay. well, good luck up there, okay?” he patted your shoulder, which made you give him a tight lipped smile. a pat on the shoulder, really? “if anyone can clip mav’s wings, it’s gonna be you.”

“haha, very funny.” you replied, tossing your gear over your shoulder and walking with him to the landing pad that your plane resided on. “alright, wizzo.” you said over your shoulder, letting your weapon systems officer climb in before you followed suit, putting your helmet on. you’d nicknamed him this months prior, insisting that ‘wso’ was too much of a mouthful.

you were up in the air in no time, and you were still feeling pretty good about the exercise. maybe that was in vain, or perhaps you yourself were vain and overconfident in your abilities. whatever it was, you felt that it was smooth sailing as you entered the sky with hangman in front of you.

“anyone have sights on mav?” you asked after hovering for a minute, looking at the sky above you.

wizzo shifted behind you. “nah, i don’t see him.”

almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the third plane sped between you both, making you laugh. “okay, so he’s in a good mood today.” you joked, preparing to follow him. “hangman, what’s the plan?”

the other lieutenant didn’t reply, and moved on his own to try to beat your captain. you cursed under your breath, but got the hint and circulated the perimeter of the area, trying to get to a vantage point.

“we’re on our own again.” wizzo commented.

you nodded. “yep, but are we surprised? hangman keeps us hanging.” you said, knowing that both he and the pilots waiting for you on the aircraft carrier could hear you. “okay, all we have to do is get behind him, keep and eye out for him.”

“aye-aye.” he replied, and you moved up slightly.

the next five or ten minutes (or maybe it was a full life time, you honestly had no idea) were going decently. then, next thing you knew, hangman was in front of you.

“oh, look who decided to show up?” you spoke sarcastically, looking over at his plane. you hadn’t even noticed the disturbance in the atmosphere, and if you had then likely none of it would’ve happened.

you kept flying, attempting to get through hangman and to maverick, who seemed to be aimlessly flying about, yet you knew the man to have tricks up his sleeves. you were so preoccupied with trying to get over to the captain that, again, you paid no attention to anything.

honestly, you figured that it would impress rooster. well, it would impress everyone. but it would especially impress him, who had been hell bent on trying to beat maverick at his own game, make the captain do his own set of push ups.

and so, you kept flying. straight into the wake turbulence that you should’ve noticed, and would’ve noticed had you not been preoccupied in your own thoughts.

“hey, vixen?” you heard from behind you. “uh.. i think we just lost an engine.”

you could barely respond before everything on your control panel seemed to go red. “shit shit shit.”

the plane was still in the air, but an engine had certainly suffered some sort of flameout on its right side. “starboard’s out.” you said. “i think we can still try to land it.”

you tossed random instructions over your shoulder to wizzo, trying to ignore the sounds of maverick calling for you. you were determined to land the plane.

“vixen, you can’t save it.” he finally said.

next thing you knew, the plane had begun spinning midair. “shit!” you cursed. “wiz, i’m gonna open the canopy, eject now.”

the man behind you effortlessly ejected from the plane, his parachute activating. meanwhile, you were stuck with some sort of issue in your handles. “shit, shit..”

you struggled for a moment before finally being released from the plane, just in time to watch it spin out and crash into the side of one of the mountains below you.

when you arrived back at the landing pad, you had one hand on your helmet and one pressed to your head. you weren’t injured, and thankfully neither was your wso. your ego, however, was bruised, and you were beyond frustrated with yourself. it should’ve been easy, what had gone wrong?

your plan to avoid everyone for the rest of the night was stopped short as you saw a man running to you. of course he was.

rooster stopped as soon as he was close enough to hug you, pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on your head. “are you okay?” he asked after a minute, his grip on you, if anything, getting tighter. “we were all listening to you, and then you just.. you cut out, and all we could hear was maverick and..”

“i’m okay, roost.” you assured him, but you didn’t attempt to pull away from his embrace. “i just.. i don’t know what went wrong.”

he scoffed. “hangman is what went wrong. that asshole left you stranded, and then you-“

“no,” you shook your head, finally loosening your arms, “no, he.. he came back, and he must’ve had some sort of turbulence because next thing i knew the engine was blown.”

rooster’s body seemed to stiffen. he didn’t talk much about his past, and you didn’t quite blame him. he was easy to read, though, which often proved awkward when it came to fights between him and maverick. the entire group of you knew that something had happened to his father, but he was never willing to say anything about it.

which is why it shocked you when he cleared his throat. “that’s what.. that’s what happened to my dad.” he said, watching as your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “wake turbulence. engine shot. his head must’ve hit the canopy, or something, when he was ejecting because..”

you frowned. “i’m so sorry-“

he cut you off. “no, it’s just.. i’m okay. i just- i guess i don’t..” he struggled with his words. “i don’t think i could lose you, y/n. even if not like that, i just.. i don’t think i could lose you. period.”

you couldn’t recall if he’d ever called you by your name.

“it might be selfish to.. to have done so, but i have developed this.. huge.. these feelings for you.” he continued. “and i didn’t think i was ever going to have to admit that, but you almost didn’t come back to this base, and i just..” he looked anywhere but you, frowning. “i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if you never got to know how deeply i care about you.”

honestly, your mouth felt completely dry, and you had no idea what to say. for a moment you stood there, your feet glued to the ground. then you moved closer to him, and your hand moved up to his cheek. his gaze then finally met yours, and you swore you could feel him leaning into your touch.

“i care about you a lot, too.” you said, scanning his eyes for any sort of reaction.

it took him a second to smile (or was it a smirk?), and then he was pulling you in by the waist, and then his lips were on yours. the kiss was shorter than you would’ve expected from him, and you pulled away with your face still seemingly shocked, which made him laugh. “for once, you don’t have anything to say?” he commented.

you rolled your eyes. “big talk, bradshaw, big talk.”

he was about to move in for what you hoped was another kiss when you heard whooping and hollering in the distance. you both turned to look at your teammates, who were all watching you with smiles on their faces.

“i’m so glad it finally happened!” bob was cheering, his smile only widening when a few people around him handed him twenty dollar bills.

“you made a bet?” you asked, putting a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun.

“no, i won a bet.” the lieutenant replied, counting his money with a triumphant grin.

you looked up at rooster, who was chuckling. “this is gonna be fun, isn’t it?” he asked as he looked back down at you.

“oh, for sure. we’re professionals.” you replied, but you wasted no time in stealing your second kiss from him.

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i will be writing for rooster you can mark my words on this. also requests are open

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Hello) I saw you post about Moon Knight requests. And I just thought about something. Imagine Mark and his SO being in the same situation as he was with his mom (I actually mean that scene where she asks him to open the door). Maybe hi locked himself in the bathroom and smashed the mirror or something. And his SO just wants to help but his memories torture and haunt him and Marc refuses to open the door.

I don’t really know what should happen next but I just want pure fluff and cuddles for this broken soul.

Thank you❤️☀️

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy <3 my moon knight requests (marc and steven) are open!

worthy - marc spector x reader

you’d just gotten home from your shift at work, and you were still smiling as you closed the door to your shared flat with marc. “marc! i’m home!” you said as you balanced on one foot, attempting to take off one of your heels.

the long hours you often had to endure at your job as a barista were well worth it to get to work with a few of your close friends, and you chuckled to yourself as you thought about one of the jokes that your closest friend had made that day.

once both formal shoes had been removed, you then noticed that marc hadn’t yet walked out to greet you. it wouldn’t have been something to worry most people, but you’d grown accustomed to him (or steven) walking out immediately to greet you and ask for all the details of your day.

“marc?” you called out hesitantly.

you knew he was home because the tea sitting on the counter top was freshly brewed, yet barely touched. your brows furrowed in concern as you then made your way further back into the living space, looking into your shared bedroom.

the covers were still placed as they’d been when you had made the bed that morning, and nothing else seemed out of place.

confused, you walked towards the bathroom to check there. that’s when you noticed that the door was closed. “marc?” you asked, wondering if he just hadn’t heard you before. the lack of response then worried you. “marc?” you repeated, your hand moving to the door knob.

locked. you struggled with it a moment more before sighing. “marc, are you okay? it’s me.” he once again didn’t say anything, and you reached for the knob of the door again. “marc, please open the door.”

you could hear a slight shuffling as he moved around, which confirmed that he was, indeed, inside the bathroom, and avoiding you.

this wouldn’t have been the first time that marc had needed space, or had wanted to be by himself. but he’d never before locked himself in any part of the house, and you were beyond worried.

“marc? steven?” you tried the name of his alter, but only heard a small sniffling in response. you were now leaning against the door, momentarily giving up on trying to open it. “please, it’s okay. i’m here. please unlock the door.”

you then heard the sound of shattering glass, and you mentally cursed as you assumed he’d punched the mirror. that let you have at least some sort of a guess of who was currently fronting. “marc. please.” you spoke more urgently now, once more attempting to open the locked door. “marc!”

he yelled from inside the bathroom, and you couldn’t tell if the anguished sound came from the pain of his hand or from something much deeper.

“marc.. marc, please open the door.” you tried weakly.

“no.” he finally spoke.

though you were relieved to hear him say something, your heart broke at the hint of genuine terror in his voice. “okay.” you reluctantly agreed, sitting down in front of the door, your back leaning against the wall.

you could only assume that he was sitting on the other side of the door in a similar fashion, and it would’ve perhaps looked cinematic from a different angle. but you were only worried about him as you gnawed at the insides of your cheeks.

despite how desperately you just wanted to hold him, to let him talk to you about whatever was going on, to kiss his knuckles and lead him back to bed, you sat there. you knew that he would open the door when he wanted to, and there was no use in pressing him to do so. if he’d found a safe space, a solace, in the bathroom, you had no right to take it from him.

you’d almost felt like you were going mad by the time the lock clicked. you stood instantly, waiting to see if the door would open. it didn’t, but you were surprised when marc said “come in.”

his voice was broken and deep, and you could tell that he’d been crying before you even opened the door. the mirror, sure enough, had been shattered, and marc was sitting in a slump on the floor in front of the sink, knuckles bright red with his own blood.

“marc..” you breathed out, dropping in front of him. he was still refusing to meet your gaze, taking interest in one of the tiles on the floor.

wordlessly, you took a hold of his hand. he didn’t object, which you took as a positive sign. once again, you wanted to allow him his own time to explain his thoughts to you. you sat in silence for what felt like hours before he cleared his throat.

“i’m sorry.” he still didn’t look at you as he spoke.

your thumb ran along the back of his hand. “hey, no, no, it’s okay. i’m not upset with you.” you assured him.

“i just mean- i’ve ruined your day.” he explained.

“what? no, no you haven’t.” you shook your head, your eyes focused on him as you grabbed his other hand into yours.

he finally looked up at you. “i don’t- i don’t even know what came over me.” he let out a sob. “one second everything was fine, and then the next i was… i was in here, and then.. then i heard you come home, and.. and i knew it was you, i knew it was. but it felt like.. like when my mom would come home. and then next thing i knew i was locking the door, and just hoping you wouldn’t walk in here. so you wouldn’t hit me. and.. and it was stupid. it was.. i know you don’t do that. and i know i can trust you, i know all that. but it just felt so real. and then suddenly you were her, and i didn’t know what to do, and..”

the sentence wasn’t finished as his arms wrapped around you, and you could feel him shaking as he began to sob into your shoulder.

you ran your hands along his back, pressing kisses to his face, his hair, anywhere you could reach. “i love you.” you didn’t know what else to say, but all you knew at the moment was that you were overwhelmed with your love for the broken man.

he pulled you even closer at your words, his face nuzzling into your neck, making it wet with his tears. “love you too.” he managed to speak, clinging onto your body.

once he’d calmed down and his crying had ceased, he pulled away from you. you ran your fingers along his face, wiping the drying tears away and brushing the hair from his face.

“i’m sorry i can’t be.. i can’t be normal for you. you deserve a normal love, and i can’t give that.” he frowned as he watched the care and love flicker in your eyes.

you shook your head. “i don’t want normal. i want you.”

“i don’t deserve you.”

“you don’t deserve what you’ve been through.” you countered. “everything.. she.. did to you? what she said to you? you were just a boy. and you never deserved any of that.” you held his head in your hands as you spoke. “but i’m going to be here for you, as long as you’ll let me, no matter what happens.”

you didn’t know what words would console him, what you could possibly say to convey how much you loved him, to convince him of how much love he deserved.

“you’re worthy.” you said. “i know you don’t think you are, but you are worthy of love. and i will do everything in my power to love you, every single day. every single day until you believe that you deserve it.”

another tear escaped from his eyes and you wiped it away just as quickly as it fell. he was now looking at you with a gaze that looked as awestruck as it had on your first date.

“i love you so much.” he said, moving back in to wrap you in his arms.

you smiled. “i know. i love you, too.”

“i know.”

after you’d sat there for some time, occasionally whispering nothings or pressing delicate kisses to each others’ shoulders, you helped him to his feet before leading him to your shared bed.

marc lay down next to you, immediately longing for your warmth. he pulled your body close to his, smiling at the feeling of contact with you as your legs entangled.

as you watched him slowly drift into sleep, you felt in your soul how much you loved him, how willingly you’d do anything for his happiness. it was true; he was yours and you were his, and you were going to do anything for him.

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please give me moon knight requests i need to feel something after episode 5

(also my other requests are open! some of the other people and characters i write for are in the tags <3)

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sunflower, vol. 6 - harry styles x gn!reader

summary- harry writes the most romantic songs when he’s thinking about his relationship with his favorite person.. you

requests are open :)

harry had never been so in love before. so much was evident from his smile, his loving notes, his sweet kisses, and his songs. if he’d ever thought he’d loved someone, he’d been almost proven wrong just from his immense love for you. you made him a different man; you filled him with happiness that he didn’t even know to be possible before meeting you.

you knew, undoubtedly, that songs about you were near inevitable on his second album. what you hadn’t expected was for him to write what you insisted to be “the most romantic song in the history of ever”, sunflower, vol. 6.

“my eyes, want you more than a melody”, he had written. he wanted you more than he could ever begin to put into a song. in fact, the very song only scratched the surface of his feelings for you. you’d never fully begin to wrap your head around his love, he thought.

like a catchy melody, you were always running through his head. your gorgeous smile, your contagious laugh, and your addicting touch.

he remembered all of the moments that the two of you had shared, keeping them sweet in his memory. from the moments where you finally started opening up, and he finally got to know more about you, to the mundane moments where your mouths would be full of toothpaste from a night shared at each other’s homes, brushing your teeth together the next morning.

you’d lean over the sink and laugh as he’d make a funny face into the mirror, looking over to make sure you were amused.

but when you would dance in the kitchen together.. it was always his favorite thing. you would turn the simple room into a dancefloor; spinning around in your pajamas to whatever classic rock song was playing. your domestic relationship was all he’d ever hoped for, and he was so lucky to be the one in your arms as you’d pull him to you, resting your head on his chest.

“my sunflower.” he’d always call you. the term of endearment started up one day as if it was nothing.. just a little nickname he used to call you over to him. it very quickly became your favorite.

“sunflower, can you please bring me my mug?” he’d ask while reading the newspaper in the morning, his feet perched up on the coffee table in front of him.

you’d kiss his cheek, brushing the hair from his eyes as you stood behind him to read the paper over his shoulder, leaving to get your matching coffee or tea mugs (it depended on the day) from the kitchen. little moments like these were his favorites. they made everything else in his life: the paparazzi, the music, the sold out shows- all just slip away. the only thing that mattered was you.

but his actual favorite moments were the ones in the morning before the newspaper. your tired eyes truly were the death of him. your bed head as you rolled over to your side to look at him, your pretty sleepy smile as he would kiss your head. he was so infatuated with you that it killed him. he’d never felt a love like this; where something as small as your hazy headshakes of response would make his heart ache.

he admired you almost like a piece of fine art. he collected art, and knew how to handle it with care. you, however, were prettier than anything in his entire gallery. he admired your sunshine smile and your shining eyes, and even more-so your incomparable personality. but he’d be lying if he said that, on top of having the most kindness in your heart and the most perfect sense of humor, you were also the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

of course, like every relationship, you had your struggles. at one point you’d had a disagreement (so insignificant that he couldn’t even remember what you’d been fighting about). you’d gone to your shared bed without a goodnight, shutting off all the lights.

harry hesitantly made his way into your room, dropping to his knees so that he was eye level with you. he knew you couldn’t sleep properly when he wasn’t in bed with you, so he figured you hadn’t yet fallen asleep. “sunflower.” he cooed, brushing hair from your face. “please don’t go to bed upset with me, we promised not to do that.”

you had rolled over to allow him space next to you. your little argument was forgotten as you both apologized, wrapping each other up in your arms. you needed each other, which was made evident by your little grasps on the others’ t-shirt, almost begging them not to leave.

even the fights you’d have would plant new seeds into your relationship, leaving you stronger than before and even more in love. you learned lessons about each other, learning what things were sensitive topics, and what things weren’t worth arguing over.

it was without a doubt in his mind that he could see himself settling down with you. everything about you was what he looked for in a partner, and he didn’t think he’d ever possibly get enough of you. he could see himself having kids with you, dancing with the little beauties of creation that you had made together; the offspring of your love.

he always pictured the kids listening to the jamaican music that you and he had danced to. dancehall, as it was called, had been played in jamaica while he had written his first album. you had found the music to be the best you’d ever heard, dancing and spinning around to the sounds of the electronic keyboard and drum machine.

“c’mhere!” you’d slurred out through a giggle, holding your hands out to him. his heart hurt from how beautiful you were, and how pretty the lights made your smile look, and how the radiance reflected off of your hair.

you pulled him close to you, laughing as you both began to jump and twirl around to the music. the style had a special place in both of your hearts ever since, and he couldn’t wait to share it with your future children.

he was looking forward to his future with you, and that much was certain. he’d told his mom every single detail possible about you, a grin on his face while he told her that he wanted to marry you. he’d even asked your father for his blessing, wanting everything to be perfect.

but, for now, he was content with his lazy mornings with you; content with holding you close to his chest as he smiled down at you.

and all of this was running through his head as he finally picked his pen up from the paper, little scribbles of thought left on the once blank page. “sunflower..” he mumbled to himself as he looked at the ideas he’d written. “hey, i have some ideas for a song, if you want to hear.” he said as you walked into the room, picking up his guitar and beginning to strum. “sunflower, my eyes, want you more than a melody.”

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pretty - harry styles x reader

summary- harry wants some help with his makeup :,) requests are open <3

you had known that harry was going to the first night of harryween dressed as dorothy from the wizard of oz, but you hadn’t expected it to be so heartachingly cute. you walked into his dressing room as he was finishing getting ready, letting your shoulder lean your weight on the door frame.

appropriately, you were dressed as toto, wearing a long sleeved black leotard with matching tights and ears. harry hadn’t noticed you in the doorway yet, but, if he had, he would’ve seen the adoring smile on your face.

he caught your eye in his mirror after a moment, his face breaking into a grin that made your stomach do somersaults. “what do you think?” he asked, his cheeks turning red as if he was worried you wouldn’t like it.

you walked further into the room, your gogo boot heels clicking the ground as you did so. “you look so pretty.” you told him, your hands coming up to clasp over your mouth to cover the blush forming on your cheeks.

harry smiled bashfully, looking down at his boots, which were styled to look like dorothy’s socks and red ruby slippers. “really?” he asked, looking back into the mirror to see his dress before looking to you.

you nodded, moving closer to wrap your arms around him. you had no words to describe the emotions and thoughts swirling in your brain, so you just pouted out your bottom lip and brought your eyebrows together, giving him a face that would hopefully convey even a sliver of the amount of thoughts you had about how adorable he was.

he held you to him for a moment, pulling back only to admire your outfit. “you look so gorgeous.” he said, his accent coming out thicker than normal due to the amount of love he felt for you.

“nothing compared to you right now.” you replied, reaching up a hand to brush a lock of hair out of his face, since the rest was pulled back by his hair bow.

he closed his eyes, giving himself a moment to relish in your touch and embrace. “i actually.. um.. was wondering if you could help me.” he said after a sweet moment of silence.

you tilted your head, looking up at him. “what’s up?”

he was embarrassed; you could tell by the way he looked down at his feet, his eyes glancing up to meet yours every few seconds as he fumbled over his words. he was also doing his staple nervous move: fiddling with anything his hands were on, which just so happened to be your waist, that he soothingly rubbed his fingers around.

after looking down at you fully again, he spoke. “could you.. maybe help me with my makeup?” he asked, biting his lip nervously. “you do it a lot better than i do, and i like it better when you put it on anyway.” he explained, watching as your gaze softened and a smile spread across the expanse of your cheeks.

“i’d love to do your makeup, h.” you assured him, watching as he let out a slight sigh of relief. you didn’t know why he expected you to say no, but you blamed it on his pre-show jitters, which always made him get nervous.

he sat back down at his chair, looking at himself in the mirror. you stood next to him, bending over to pick up the makeup bag that you had in the corner of the counter. you pulled out a brush and the small container of blush, getting down so your face was level with his.

you dabbed the brush into the pink pigment, moving to lightly swatch it along his cheeks. “i’m gonna go for a more stage-makeup look.” you explained, biting your lip slightly as you focused.

harry was watching you, feeling overwhelmed by the love and adoration he felt pouring out of him. you were doing his makeup for him, and you looked gorgeous, and he felt so confident in his dress, but more importantly you had complimented his dress. he felt giddy, almost like when he was a little kid and would get dressed up to go trick or treating.

you finished applying the blush to his cheeks, which were now coated a red-ish pink. you grabbed mascara from the makeup bag, taking out some false lashes. “do you want just mascara or lashes too?” you asked with a soft hum, letting him look at the lashes to see his options.

he looked up at you, seeing what lashes you had on. “i think.. i think i want to try the lashes if that’s okay.” he told you, giving you a sweet smile.

“yeah, of course!” you nodded, getting out the lash glue and applying it to the back of them. you softly blew on the lashes, allowing the glue to settle in. after a brief moment, you lightly applied pressure to his lids, gluing the lashes on.

his eyes widened as he blinked, getting used to the new sensation. a surprised and amused smile spread across his face as he looked up at you, still blinking and winking his eye. “does it look good?”

“you look like a princess.” you replied, kissing his cheek. “one more, okay?” you applied the other lash on, and this time he was more prepared for the cold feeling of the glue. once they were both glued on, you grabbed the mascara and held it up. “okay, so you’re just gonna blink, okay? this’ll make the lashes look more cohesive and real with your natural ones.” you explained.

he blinked when you told him to, trying not to get the black makeup on his skin or eyelids. once the eye makeup was finished, you pulled out a nude lip liner, gently applying it around the outline of his lips.

“this goes around your lips, and makes the lipstick stay more between the lines.” you explained, watching as he lightly puffed his lips, looking up at you as you worked. you then grabbed a lipstick of the matching color, pressing it to his lips to fill them in. he popped his lips together as he’d seen you do before, watching as you giggled.

you put the makeup all away, standing back to admire your work. he looked from himself in the mirror over to you, reaching out a hand to pull you closer to him, even though he was still seated in the chair. “i love you.” he said, looking at the both of you in the mirror.

a smile spread across your cheeks as you bent down to kiss his temple, forehead, and cheek, resting your head on top of his. “i love you too, pretty boy.”

[hollywillows]

can u do one where it's the boys realizing how happier harry is with y/n? maybe lhh or prince harry and it's kinda a new relationship but just from photos of you they can tell he loves u. hope that makes sense

happiest i’ve been - harry styles x gn!reader

thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy <3 i chose lhh for this, but i kept zayn in it anyway because i love him <3

when you two had first started dating, harry was very careful to give you both some time to keep the relationship just to yourselves. he’d been in relationships prior in which the limelight had shoved pressure onto it, and that was the last thing he wanted with you.

and so, the two of you spent the first month and a half of your relationship while keeping it a secret. or, that was the plan.

harry was possibly the worst at keeping secrets when it was something he was excited about, and he was most definitely excited about his relationship with you. while he hadn’t meant to, he’d accidentally spilled the beans to niall, liam, louis, and zayn one night after too many hours had gone by of the five men laughing with each other.

“you’re really one to judge on a love life, h.” niall had said after harry laughed at one of his recent failed dates.

liam laughed, looking over at the other man. “yeah, he’s got a point; you’ve been single forever, mate.” he teased.

harry shook his head, appalled. “that isn’t even true.”

the group all have him a look, wondering what exactly he was getting at. “you haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.” zayn reminded him, furrowing a brow.

“i’m literally in a relationship right now?” the words came out before harry could stop them, and suddenly he was clasping his hands over his mouth, surprised by his own words.

four jaws dropped as they all looked at harry in disbelief. “how long have you been keeping this from us?” louis asked, laughing at harry’s shocked expression.

the man took a moment to collect himself, his cheeks growing tinted red with embarrassment. “well, i’ve only been dating them officially for a little over a month-“

“so there was a period of unofficial dating, too?” zayn asked, raising his brows teasingly.

harry shook his head, knowing that he had gotten in too deep now. “yeah, because i was too much of a loser to make a move at first.”

niall gave him a smirk. “so they’re out of your league then?”

“i mean, yeah.” harry said, a whimsical look making its way into his eyes as he thought of you. “everything about them is just so amazing, and i didn’t know if they’d ever like me the way i like them.”

liam smiled, patting his back. “sounds like you’ve found someone really special, then.”

harry smiled up at him, nodding. “yeah… yeah they’re really really special.”

“so when do we get to meet them?” an intrigued niall asked, moving to sit closer to the group.

“when they know i’m telling people about us.” harry said, feeling slightly guilty now about telling other people about your relationship. “we didn’t want to put any pressure on the relationship early on, so we could preserve it and get to know each other better.”

louis smiled at his friend, happy for him. “so you must really like them, then. if you’re putting all this thought into it.”

harry looked over at him, smiling to himself. “yeah.. yeah i like them a lot. i think this could be the start of something really special.”

within the next week or so, the boys began to notice more and more how frequently harry would be caught smiling down at his phone, or smiling to himself while lost in thought. there was no doubt in any of their minds that this was just the affect you had on him.

“so, do you have a photo of them?” liam asked one day as he sat next to harry, who was smiling at his phone again.

“hm?” harry asked, caught off guard. “oh, yeah.” he smiled as he opened up one of his favorite photos of you: you looking to him with a bright smile in your favorite coffee shop. he’d taken it on one of your first dates when you’d insisted that he take photos of the two of you. he swiped on his screen to show liam the other photo; a selfie of the both of you smiling with your head on his shoulder. “aren’t they so gorgeous?”

he smiled, seeing the happiness that radiated in harry’s eyes and face in the photo alone. “yeah, you both look so happy together.” he told him.

“i don’t think i’ve ever been this happy in a relationship before.” harry admitted. “i know it’s probably too early or too immature to say that, maybe it’s jinxing it or something. but i haven’t felt this much comfort in a relationship before now.”

saying the words aloud made harry realize just how important you were to him, and he smiled to himself, knowing that this was a relationship he would do anything to preserve.

[hollywillows]

eighteen - harry styles x reader

summary: every song harry has ever written has been about you

a/n: this is in my au in which harry and the actress!reader are a slow burn friends to lovers moment <3 also my requests are open!

it was no secret that harry had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. it was something that he was proud of, and announced frequently. but what he did keep secret was the amount of times he would find himself writing about you.

in the years of your friendship prior to dating, the man would pine after you through his lyrics; too afraid to admit his feelings for you with real words.

and he did this all of his years in one direction, not knowing how to verbally express his feelings, but knowing just how to sing them.

he remembered the first time that he explicitly wrote about you; the first time it wasn’t subconscious and was more of a direct song about his feelings. he’d contacted ed sheeran and told him about the chorus he’d created.

“i have loved you since we were eighteen.” he had written, and he’d meant it. with help from ed, he completed the song and released it with the band, wondering if you’d ever realize that it was about you.

and, if he was being honest about it, every other song that he’d written before and after that was about you, too.

happily, a song he’d written after you had friendzoned him out of fear of what other people (and the fans) would think. someday maybe, a song about how badly and desperately he needed you in his future; how his only desire was to hold you in his arms and love you better than anyone else could.

the man was head over heels for you. and his songwriting only got more intense when you finally admitted the love that you shared for him.

he soon wrote if i could fly while he was on tour. you’d not been dating for long, and this was the longest he’d been away from you since you became his. if he was being honest about it, harry was homesick for you. he missed holding you in his arms and giving you quick kisses mixed with the passionate ones.

harry knew that, if he had the ability, he would go back to you as soon as possible. you were the first person he’d really allowed himself to be vulnerable around, the only person who really knew what was in his heart.

it wasn’t until you’d started dating harry that you began to notice how frequently he’d written about you. you had known was 18 was about when you first heard it.. how could you not? with harry singing the chorus in your ears, you couldn’t help but picture him saying the words straight to your face.

but, the more you thought about it, the more you noticed the lyrics about you. the songs that he hadn’t written himself were ones that he clearly thought of you while he sang.

irresistible, nobody compares, strong, end of the day.. he thought about you any time he’d sing a love song. and, if you’d been paying attention, you would’ve noticed the way he looked to you in the audience every time that he sang.

once harry began his solo career, he only fell deeper in love with you, and his writing only became more focused on you.

the song that was especially about you was, without a doubt, woman. as an actress, you often had to film scenes with other men, including scenes with heated makeouts and passionate kisses.

while harry knew that you were only acting, and that your heart would always belong to him, he was an extremely jealous man. this much was evident as he wrote “i hope you can see the shape that i’m in while he’s touching your skin.”

he trusted you completely, but he didn’t trust that the men you were filming with wouldn’t fall for you just as easily as he had, and wouldn’t try to woo you.

and his writing about you didn’t stop there. he wrote the likes of only angel and anna about you, as well.

then when his second solo album was released, you were fully aware of songs such as sunflower, vol. 6, adore you, watermelon sugar, she, and even canyon moon being about you.

you knew that sunflower, vol. 6 was fully inspired by the sunflower being your favorite flower, as well as one of his pet names for you. you recalled one night dancing in the kitchen with him to elton john, laughing as he spun you around before pulling you into his chest. he leaned down and kissed you with love radiating in his eyes and in his touch. later that night, you heard him silently strumming his guitar and knew that he was writing about the event.

adore you, harry had admitted to you, was about the time when all he wanted was to show you how desperately he loved you. how he wanted to make you see his adoration for you, to help you understand how passionately he could love you.

watermelon sugar, then, was evidently about harry’s fascination with you and your body. the man had a sick addiction to the taste of you, and to the way that your body reacted to him. “tastes like strawberries.”

harry knew that you would never even begin to grasp how deeply he loved you.. how much he always had and always would. but, he would never stop trying to make you see yourself through his eyes, and to convey his immense love through his favorite art form.

[hollywillows]

in the crowd- harry styles x fem!reader

summary- harry’s favorite time to perform is when his girlfriend can watch him

requests are open <3

throughout your relationship with harry, you’d had the honor of seeing him perform with one direction and by himself on his first solo tour. but, there was no doubt in your mind that love on tour was the best performance you had ever seen him give.

one of the good things about the tour being postponed for so long was that your schedule had been cleared out in the time, which allowed you to be able to attend multiple shows.

there was no doubt in your mind that your attendance at various shows made the experience even more fun for the fans. you would join them in the pit and dance around with them during every song; screaming and crying just as much as they did.

the fans frequently would take photos with you, knowing that their time in the crowd with you was as close as they may ever get to harry.

but, in addition to that, they all seemed to love you just as much as they loved him. you would wipe their excited tears and give them hugs during the sad songs, and then jump up and down with them during the upbeat ones.

as much fun as it was to be with the fans, as they were one of the main reasons you consistently went to the shows, the best part was undoubtedly getting to see harry.

when you were watching him, his performances would always go harder, and he finds himself putting so much more of himself into the songs.

the best thing to happen on tour so far was during his san antonio show, when he couldn’t help himself.

you were standing at the barricade, your hands in the air as you spun around to golden. he noticed you almost immediately, since he knew you were wearing a light purple body con dress (that matched his top) and a white boa.

harry walked over to your section of the stage, squatting down for a moment to look at you and give you a wave. you giggled, blowing him a kiss that he caught and held to his cheek.

the rest of the concert went smoothly, with you sobbing to falling with the fans around you and screaming your head off to his dance moves. but, it was during what makes you beautiful that the show became your favorite.

your boyfriend was singing the song as usual, grabbing various pride flags and prancing about the stage. but, as he got to the slowed down bridge, he stopped moving around, instead walking slowly to where you were standing.

typically when performing the song solo, he would make the crowd start clapping. this time, however, he was singing it the same way that it was originally recorded.

as he sang, he carefully jumped off of the cage and into the space between the stage and barricade, walking towards you. “baby you light up my world like nobody else,” he sang, making direct eye contact with you, “the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,” you jokingly flipped your hair over your shoulder, making him smile, “but when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell you don’t know..”

he trailed off, pressing a kiss to your forehead (since your lips were covered by your mask), smiling down at you. “i love you.” he mouthed before finishing the line and jumping back on stage to finish the show.

[hollywillows]

says you - harry styles x gn!reader

summary- during a concert, harry accidentally spills the beans to the crowd about your engagement

it was no secret that harry preferred to be more secretive about his relationship with you. because the two of you had been in the public eye long before dating each other, you knew how valuable privacy was to maintaining a relationship.

so, despite being madly in love and unafraid to show it, the both of you rarely updated the fans on things in your lives, just out of the sake of keeping your love life just for the two of you alone.

the fans supported you both in this tremendously, especially since you and harry had been best friends for years before you ever even started dating. the fans were used to the two of you being together, and seemed to respect your decision to stay private.

one of the most important and pivotal moments in your relationship with harry was undoubtedly when he got down on one knee. it was during the covid-19 lockdown, and so you knew you wouldn’t be able to get married immediately. because of this, you had both agreed to just announce the engagement and the wedding at the same time by eventually posting wedding photos.

but, that was before harry was on tour. when he was performing, he tended to get lost in the moment a lot. though the man was extremely eloquent and smart about thinking through his words before saying them, that seemed to go away when he was interacting with his fans.

it was his second night performing in chicago, and he saw a sign asking for him to convince a girl’s boyfriend to propose to her. incredibly intrigued, he approached the couple. “how long have you guys been together?” he asked.

“seven years!” the girl replied.

“seven years.” harry repeated with a raised brow. he dramatically let out a sigh, and laughed into his hand. “i can’t help ya!” he joked, stopping to think for a moment. “okay, uh, what are your names?” they introduced themselves, and harry nodded. “this is sarah, this is lucas.” he introduced them to the crowd, complimenting lucas’ shirt.

after talking about the shirt, harry looked down at the two. “what’s the hold up, lucas?” he asked. “it’s.. it’s a thing!” he explained. “ya know, you love each other, you’re the best friends..” he shrugged, as if it was obvious. “just do it!”

“says you!” another fan accused.

harry stopped, looking down towards the direction of who said it. “what?”

“i said ‘says you!’” they repeated.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he laughed, genuinely confused.

the fan looked up at him, and everyone else in the section began to laugh. “y/n! you’ve been close to them for like seven years, they’re your best friend. why don’t you propose to them already?”

before he could think about it, harry held the microphone to his lips. “i already did!” he exclaimed, having forgotten that the fans didn’t know about that yet.

the stadium erupted in excitement and screams, and harry realized his mistake, covering his face with his hands while the audience went insane.

after a minute, the crowd died down, and harry, embarrassed, held the microphone up again, no longer hiding his face. “they’re gonna kill me for that one.”

[hollywillows]

the moments - harry styles x f!reader

summary- harry has been your best friend for years. one night, the unspoken feelings he’s always had for you slip out as he recalls all the moments he began to realize he loved you.

“harry’s found y/n in the crowd.” harry remembered liam saying. “now we’ve officially lost him. lad won’t focus on anything but her for the rest of the show.” his friend and bandmate had teased.

you were in the audience of the one direction concert, but you had neglected to tell harry about your appearance. he could remember the way you danced around to the music with the fans, even though they seemed starstruck to meet you.

liam had been right; he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for the rest of the night. the way you grinned up at him, or laughed at his jokes, or sang along to the songs captivated him.

this was the first of many moments that harry styles realized he was in love with you.

one of harry’s fondest memories of tour with one direction was when he went on the world tour and got to travel with you. much to his excitement, you had been able to clear your schedule and join the boys for most of their shows in europe.

he remembered walking around the touristy parts of paris with you, looking over to see your reaction to everything you saw. he had brought his camera with him, and he practically took a photo of everything he came across.

“y/n, take a picture of me in front of the eiffel tower!” he has insisted, handing you his camera. you shook your head with a smile, taking it from his hands and holding it up to your face. “does this angle make it look like i’m holding the tower in my hand?” he asked.

you looked up at him with a squint. “yeah, yeah, you’re definitely holding the tower up with your hand.” you had replied, even though his hand was no where near the bottom of the tower. he hadn’t cared, though, that the photo wasn’t what he’d expected it to be. he still treasured it.

“let me take a picture of you now!” he’d insisted, taking the camera back from you.

you shook your head, looking up at him. “no, no, harry, i look awful right now.” you’d insisted.

he only gave you a baffled look, shaking his head. “that’s absolutely impossible.” he told you.

and he’d meant it. throughout the rest of the day, he found himself making the most stupid jokes he could think of, all in an attempt to make you laugh. he was in deep.

another thing that harry noticed about you being around him with one direction was that it made people talk more. he quickly noticed the paparazzi following the two of you, and he wasn’t blind to the tabloids asking if the two of you were an item.

“how do you feel about y/n y/l/n?” a pap asked him one day as he was leaving a restaurant.

he’d turned around to look at them, and couldn’t help but smile at just the mention of your name. “well, she’s my best friend.” he said simply. “she.. she makes me happier than anyone, and i really feel like she completes me.” he’d said.

the words came out without even a thought, but once he’d finished talking, he wondered to himself if the words that were lingering on his tongue were that he loved you.

for the next few months, fans would approach him saying that he should date you, and he’d noticed signs in the crowd of concerts insisting that you would be a perfect couple. though he tried to ignore it all, the thought of it brought a smile to his face.

but, beyond having fond memories of pranking paul or niall with you, or dancing around in the kitchen with you, he also had sentimental ones. one of harry’s most intimate moments with you was the night that he admitted to his poor mental health.

“it just feels so difficult to do anything.” he’d admitted. “i feel so alone.”

you had taken his hands into yours, looking into his eyes. “you are not alone. ever. i am always here for you.” you’d said.

he wondered if you’d ever know how important it was to him that you stayed with him for the next four hours, well into the night. you’d wrapped your arms around him as he’d cried into your shoulder. he’d never felt that vulnerable with anyone before, and he’d never felt so loved, or so in love.

what made harry fall for you even more was when he brought you to his home town to visit his family. of course you’d met gemma and anne before, but seeing you interact with his family in the place he’d grown up made his heart soar.

“i love her.” anne had said to harry after dinner one night.

he’d smiled, looking down at his feet bashfully. “me too.”

it was saying it out loud that sealed the deal for him, and from that moment on, harry knew that he was falling deeply in love with you.

on this particular night, harry had come over to your house to watch a movie with you; you’d always had a movie night together as often as you could given your schedules. the movie often got drowned out in the background as you discussed various topics and made jokes, but he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

you were both watching the notebook, which you knew was one of his favorites. the volume of the movie had slowly decreased as the two of you talked about the plot of the new book you’d just read. watching your eyes glimmer as you remembered an aspect of the book you liked, or your smile as you talked about a character you liked made his heart soar.

“it was the perfect way to end it. not everything ends tied into a perfect bow, but not everything that doesn’t end like that needs a sequel. some books just fit so well by themselves that to add more would be overkill.” you were saying. he had stopped paying attention, lost in his thoughts. “harry? are you okay?”

he blinked, looking at you. he gulped, afraid of the outcome of what he was about to say. “i love you.” he said.

you furrowed your brows in confusion, a smile playing on your lips. “yeah, h, i love you too.”

“no,” he shook his head, “i’m in love with you.”

you felt your throat go dry, and you lost any idea of what to say in response.

“i think i’ve been in love with you as long as i’ve known you.” he continued. “you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met, both inside and out. you’re my partner in crime, and the person i can always go to when i need someone to listen to me, or give me advice, or even just a hug. and i feel so comfortable being silly around you because i know you accept me just for me. and you support me when i need it. and you make me happier than anyone else in the world. and i don’t know what i’d do without you. and i love you.”

a smile crept onto your lips as he spoke. when he finished, harry looked at you sheepishly, clearly afraid of how you’d respond. “i love you too.” you said after a moment. “i think i probably have loved you since you first made a stupid joke, and even though it was horrible, i loved it, and i laughed at it.” you chuckled at the memory. “you make me feel safer than anyone, and i never feel as happy as i do with you, or laugh harder.” you looked at the smile on his face and felt yourself fall for him ten times again. “i want to try us.”

“like.. to try dating?” harry asked, sitting up more in the sofa.

you nodded. “yeah. we already know everything there is to know about each other, so that’s eliminated. and there’s no pressure, there doesn’t have to be a label on it yet if you don’t want there to be.”

he shook his head, looking over at you. “i’m not afraid of this being a relationship. i want you to be my girlfriend, and i want to be your boyfriend.” he admitted. “if you’d like that.”

a smile spread across your cheeks. “yeah, i’d like that very much.”

[hollywillows]

quick (2) - pietro maximoff x stark!reader

part one this part was requested by @brightjimini! thank you for the request

you could see the world around you fade into red. wanda had used her powers on you, and you felt yourself fall to the ground as visions began dancing around your head.

when you opened your eyes, you were in the middle of new york. as you looked towards the sky, you recognized the chitauri floating above you. the battle of new york.

before you had time to question what was happening, your father fell from the sky. you remembered this day well. in attempt to save the world, tony stark flew up through a wormhole, and barely made it out alive. you remembered feeling helpless, and your heart dropped just as it had those few years ago.

tony dropped to the ground, and you flew towards him in your suit. “dad?” you asked, waiting for him to open his eyes and ask about shawarma. the front plate of his helmet had fallen to the ground, exposing his face. but his eyes didn’t open. “dad?” you repeated.

“it’s all your fault.” steve said from behind you.

“w-what?” you replied, looking up at the man.

the other avengers flanked him now, all looking down at you accusingly. “it’s your fault he’s gone. and he was never proud of you.” steve gritted, walking closer to you. “you failed.” he spat.

“no.. no!” you began to sob, looking at your father’s unmoving body. “no!”

your eyes shot open, and you sat up, panting heavily. as you looked around yourself, you noticed you were still in wanan da, surrounded by the other avengers, who were slowly waking up from their own mind games.

steve helped you to your feet, looking down at you with concern laced in his brows. “what did you see?” he asked solemnly.

“nothing.” you replied.

—

pietro hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the stark girl he’d met. his mind kept trying to warp itself around the facts, and he felt like he was solving a crime case in his head; one of the ones with the red yarn connecting all the key points.

tony stark had killed his parents. he was the reason that his family had suffered for so long. but he was somehow seen as a hero. and he had a daughter, one that pietro couldn’t help but find incredibly attractive, and enjoyable to talk to, despite her sarcasm.

but he couldn’t like her, could he? he knew that he didn’t know her, even a little. and he couldn’t base his feelings off of a “love at first sight” scenario. and even if he liked her, her father killed his parents, which meant that he-

“stop thinking so loud.” wanda muttered. “it’s interrupting my reading.” she said, not bothering to look up from her book.

her brother chuckled. “my apologies, sister. i just can’t stop thinking about-“

“i can read minds.” she said, finally looking over at him. “i know exactly what you’re thinking about.”

pietro nodded, sheepishly running a hand through his hair. “what do you think, then?”

wanda raised a brow. “about the girl? i don’t know.” she said honestly. “she seems cool. you seem to like her, though.”

he shook his head. “it isn’t like that. i just.. i want to get to know her.”

“so you like her.” she corrected, giving him a look. “it’s okay to like someone, you know.” she laughed, looking at his baffled expression.

“i don’t like her.” pietro said, offended. “i just.. i don’t know, i just want to see her again, at a time where we aren’t fighting each other.”

wanda snorted a laugh. “so, like a date.”

“no!” pietro exclaimed almost too quickly. “no. no, not like a date.”

“you’re cute.” his sister said through a laugh.

even though pietro didn’t want to admit it, his sister was almost right. almost.

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you were confused when them your father asked you and bruce banner to help him create an anti-ultron. “yeah, because the last one went so well, didn’t it?” you asked, giving your father a look.

“this one isn’t going to be like ultron.” tony defended. “it will help us to defeat him. see, jarvis is still here, he’s just damaged. if we can put him back together-“

bruce shook his head. “i don’t think this is a good idea, tony. i don’t want people to be mad at me-“

“this is going to work.” tony insisted, and a look into his eyes told you that he was serious. “you have to trust me on this one.”

and so you did. you worked with the two men to help create vision, who would aid the group in fighting ultron.

you had to admit that you didn’t want to fight the maximoff twins again. you were intrigued by them, especially by pietro. your casual banter with him was fun, but you knew it wouldn’t ever happen as long as he had a grudge against your father, and was on ultron’s side.

but there was never time for romance in your line of work, and being with someone would only complicate things.

you thought about all of these thoughts as you worked, and you sighed as vision was almost completed. “well, hopefully this one isn’t evil.” you said to your dad, and you weren’t entirely kidding.

just as you had finished, steve walked in, insisting that you stop. “shut it down!” he said. both maximoff twins stood behind him, and you made eye contact with pietro, wondering what he was doing with steve.

“nope.” tony replied simply.

tony, wanda, steve, and bruce began to argue and you folded your arms over your chest, tired of the banter.

pietro seemed tired of it, too, because he rolled his eyes. a bright flash caught the corner of your eye as he sped around the room, un-plugging the cradle. he looked directly at you before turning to tony. “no, no.” he said sassily. “go on. you were saying?”

as he spoke, a bullet being shot from the ground caught his eye. he followed it, only for the glass underneath him to shatter, making him fall through.

“pietro!” wanda screamed, and you found yourself also concerned for his safety as you moved towards the opening in the floor, looking down at him.

the boy grinned cockily up at you. “worried about me?”

“in your dreams.” you replied. you were going to say something next, but a beeping from the cradle caught your attention.

as tony went to fix the override on the cradle, steve threw his shield at him. the iron gauntlet formed on tony’s hand as the rest of his suit began to materialize. bruce grabbed wanda, practically begging her to make him mad.

just as everyone began to fight, thor landed into the room, using his lightning to charge the cradle, and vision flew out. the room went silent, and you watched the red robot in confusion. pietro sped into the room backwards, standing next to you.

“the avengers cannot defeat ultron alone. we need vision.” thor explained.

after a conversation with the robot, the team reasoned that ultron was back in sokovia, where he had taken natasha. “he must be destroyed.” vision said.

the team began to gear up for battle, and you looked over at pietro as he grabbed a new pair of running shoes. he turned over his shoulder to you, raising a brow. “what?”

“why are you on our side?” you asked.

he shrugged. “because it was the right thing to do.”

“yeah,” you said, “but what made you change your mind? you seemed pretty against the avengers.”

“i realized that there can be something worse.” he replied. “and also.. you don’t seem so bad.”

you smirked, raising a brow. “are you complimenting me, speedy?”

pietro shook his head, looking away. “no, i’m just saying. you’re not so bad.” he looked back over at you for a moment before taking off his shirt in a swift motion. your eyes widened at his abs and you felt yourself eyeing him up and down. “some privacy?” he joked, noticing your eyes on him.

“yeah!” you coughed awkwardly. “yeah. i’ll, uh, i’ll see you.. on the.. the quinjet..” you began to slowly walk backwards. “bye.” you said, sprinting out of the room.

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when you got to sokovia, your job was to help get everyone in the city evacuated. you flew around, directing the people that pietro and wanda rounded up to safety. however, ultron appeared sooner than you would have liked, and he’d created an army.

you were fighting off multiple of his robots at once, and it wasn’t going too well. one of them was locked onto your back, trying to force you to the ground. annoyed, you blasted at it with your hand, reaching your other arm out to fire a blaster at one of the robots that stood opposite you. “little help?” you asked on the intercoms.

less than a second later, a blue flash appeared in front of you, knocking down two of the robots that surrounded you, and they split in half from the sheer force and speed.

you used your elbow to hit the robot that was gripping your back, sending it falling to the floor. you quickly turned on your heel, blasting it directly in the face.

“thanks.” you said, out of breath. you retracted your mask for a moment to get some air, running a hand through your hair.

“you okay?” pietro asked, concern laced in his features.

you looked up at him, laughing slightly. “worried about me?” you teased, reiterating his statement from earlier.

his mind went a mile a minute usually, but, in this moment, the world around pietro was as slow as it had ever been in his life. in a flash, he had sped his way to your side, looking down at you. “can i..” he mumbled, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips.

before he could finish his question, you brought a hand up, wrapping it around his neck so that his head tilted down to yours. your lips met, and you could feel his cocky smile on your lips.

when you pulled away, he smirked. “i knew you were worried about me-“

“shut up.”

[hollywillows]

welcome home - harry styles x gn!reader

summary: harry comes home from tour

a/n: i’ve decided to start taking writing requests again! specifically, i’m adding harry to my request list! if you have an idea for a fic, message me or send it to my inbox and i’ll respond/write as quickly as possible!

the house just wasn’t the same when he was gone. that much was made obvious as soon as harry had left for love on tour. you’d been able to attend the first few shows, much to your excitement, but had soon had to go back home to keep up with your job.

you were beyond excited and proud of him, of course, but hated being without him for such an extended period of time. he’d been on tour before, but this one felt so different. you supposed that being with him all day every day for the past year and a half had made you grow dependent on having him there.

whatever it was, something made you miss him even more than you had expected to, and you couldn’t wait for the day that he would finally be back home with you.

little did you know, harry was missing you just as much. performing was his passion, and he loved getting to finally return to the stage with the songs that he loved, and the fans that he loved, who he knew also loved him.

but, despite getting to live his dream once more, he missed getting to roll over in bed to wrap his arms around you, he missed making breakfast with you in the morning, and he missed the feeling of your lips on his.

as his final performance came to an end, he thanked the audience, bounding off of the stage. he had told you that he wouldn’t be able to be home for another day, but he knew he couldn’t wait that long. he was already in la, and you were staying in your shared home only hours away.

harry got into his car, happily drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel, knowing that he would soon get to be with his love again.

when he arrived home, you had already fallen asleep, exhausted. harry opened the door to your shared bedroom, smiling to himself at the sight of you tucked into the blankets asleep.

he carefully and quietly made his way to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and rinsing his face before taking off his clothes and changing into sleep pants and a random t-shirt. when he went back into the bedroom, you were still asleep with your back facing his side of the bed.

gently, so as to not wake you, harry lifted the covers on his side of the bed, carefully climbing in. the feeling of the bed dipping was what finally woke you, and you blinked your eyes open. realization hit, and you gasped, spinning around in bed to face him.

“harry!” you practically squealed, wrapping your arms around him and tackling him into the covers.

he chuckled at your reaction, a widespread grin on his face as he kissed your cheek repeatedly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “missed me that much, huh?” he asked.

you rolled your eyes, pulling away so that you could look at his face. he was still glowing from post-performance excitement, and you brushed a sweaty curl out from his face. “how was the show?” you asked, just as you had for every other one.

“magical.” he replied, looking up at you adoringly. “but i’m so glad to be back with you.” he admitted, lifting his head up so that his nose brushed against yours. you hummed contentedly, closing your eyes in bliss as you relished in his presence. “i love you.” he said simply, running his fingers through your hair.

“i love you, too, h.” you replied, soon falling asleep on his chest.

sorry this one’s a bit shorter! i hope you enjoyed

[hollywillows]

last kiss - peter parker x gender neutral!reader

this is a little angsty imagine with a happy ending! the song that inspired this is ‘last kiss’ by taylor swift. i hope you enjoy! my requests for all characters are open <3

peter parker had saved you in more ways than one. true, he was a superhero who saved people all the time, and who had saved your city of queens too many times to count. but he’d also saved you from giving up on yourself, and from giving up on love.

you loved the way he danced, you loved the way he joked and kissed you between your words. you loved the way he shook your father’s hand when he first met him, and you loved the way he was oblivious to how much you loved him.

and that’s what made losing him so much harder.

peter had been your rock for so long, and the two of you seemed unstoppable to the rest of the world. to the other students and midtown tech, you were just the best couple in school. but to those who knew your secret identities, you were both superheroes.

it was peter who had warned you against being a superhero, not because he didn’t think you were capable, but because, at the time, you were still unaware of his newfound powers.

but when you showed up to fight the vulture and you found peter there, the two of you ended up becoming an even stronger duo than you ever could’ve imagined. you ended up on the avengers’ radar, and when you showed up with peter to help stop ebony maw, no one batted an eye.

you’d never been to space before then, but you and peter were both quick to get onto the spaceship tony and doctor strange were on, both wanting to do everything you could to help.

thanos was the last thing you had expected. a big purple man with a gauntlet that held magical stones would’ve seemed outlandish to you until you saw it right before your eyes.

he was powerful, and he knew it, and the avengers being split up didn’t work for your favor. you had almost gotten the gauntlet off of him when peter quill punched him, taking him out of the daze mantis had him under and sending him into an enraged riot.

with his power, you wondered how your small group would be able to fight him if he did manage to get his hands on more of the stones.

you didn’t have to wonder for long, though, when he snapped his fingers. you hadn’t believed until that moment, or maybe you just hadn’t let it sink in, that his goal to wipe out 50% of all living things would work. but as you looked around at the heroes around you fade into dust one by one, your heart sunk.

was this it?

“mr. stark.. i don’t feel so good..” you heard from behind you, your eyes widening as you saw peter stumbling into tony’s arms. “i don’t wanna go, i don’t wanna go!” he mumbled into his shoulder.

tony lay peter down on the ground, hovering over him as you collapsed by peter’s side. “no no no no.” you managed to breathe out, putting a hand on his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay..”

peter leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before resting his head back on the ground. “i’m sorry.” he said to both you and to tony, looking up solemnly as he, too, turned to dust and ash.

you let out a muffled attempt at a sob, reaching to the ground as if you could pull him back. all that you felt under your fingers was the dust that was once your lover, your body shaking with the violence of your cries. tony wrapped you into his arms as you sobbed, holding onto him for dear life.

“don’t go.. please don’t go..” you said into his shoulder, hoping with everything in you that he wouldn’t leave you too; that he wouldn’t leave you all alone in space.

tony didn’t leave, but your happiness had. when you returned to earth, you felt empty and exhausted. upon finding out that thanos had destroyed the stones, you get all of the remaining hope in your body leave.

you spent five years alone, barely coming out of your room. you’d been unable to come to terms with peter’s death, and you’d never been able to stop blaming yourself for it.

you didn’t think that you’d ever have to say goodbye to peter. you didn’t think you’d ever have a last kiss with him, or have no more time to hear his jokes or see his smile. you would sit on your bedroom floor in his midtown tech sweatshirt, pressing it up to your nose to make sure it still smelled like him. you didn’t know how to get over his death, or how to process it.

when you were told that there was a plan to go back in time and to bring everyone back, you were hesitant. you were scared to get your heart shattered, you were scared that it wouldn’t work, and you were scared that more people would be lost in trying to save those already lost.

but all fears were put to the side as you worked with the rest of the team to gather the stones. you watched hesitantly as bruce snapped his fingers, and you waited for something to happen. “how do we know if it worked?” you asked, looking around the room.

scott lang stood in front of an open window, watching as birds and trees came into view once more. “guys.. i think it worked..” he said in awe before the window blew up.

the compound blowing up should’ve been something you were used to by now, but you had managed to get stuck under some rubble. it was only when steve helped you that you were able to get out, and you made a mental note to thank him if you got out of this alive.

thanos was wait awaited you, and it looked so odd to see only him. thanos looked so weak as he sat in the ruins of what was previously the avengers compound. he had no stones, no power, no gauntlet. but you also didn’t have any gauntlet or stones.

you knew that he was waiting for someone on your team to find the gauntlet for him; you were like sitting ducks.

as each of the avengers were picked off one by one by thanos, you felt your hope start to get smaller and smaller. you used the last of your strength to use your powers on thanos, but you were too weak to be any sort of a match to him, and he flung you across the battlefield.

you landed on your back, coughing up blood and trying to no avail to sit up. you could only listen to steve fight thanos, and when the sound of clanging stopped, you had to assume that steve was dead. you closed your eyes, wondering if you could manifest your own death.

just as you were about to fall asleep from your weakness, a light from above made you slowly blink your eyes back open. a golden circle was in the sky, and you recognized it immediately as doctor stephen strange’s magic. placing a hand on your side, you winced as you sat up.

more circles appeared in the sky, and it was the adrenaline and hope you needed to fill your body up again. you stood up on shaking legs, looking into the sky with a bright smile spreading slowly on your face at the sight of asgardian’s, wizards, and wakandians all appearing in front of you.

one final circle caught your eye, and you watched as drax, starlord, mantis, and doctor strange appeared. then, swinging in came peter, and your heart swelled as he made eye contact with you.

“avengers,” steve said as he stood next to you, “assemble.”

[hollywillows]

quick - pietro maximoff x fem!stark reader

i’ve been wanting to write a stark!reader for pietro for a while so i decided to go for it! let me know if you’d be interested in a potential part two? my requests for all characters are open <3

after learning about the maximoff twins, they were all you could seem to think about. in your time fighting alongside your father as an avenger, you’d never faced another enhanced individual that was even close to your age.

you didn’t know how to feel to be honest, but you didn’t miss the way pietro maximoff paused when he saw you while you were infiltrating hydra. he had looked at you for a moment before speeding away as if nothing had happened, and he’d captured your interest since.

“what’s ultron wanting to do with vibranium?” you asked as you eyed steve roger’s shield. if ultron wanted to make a weapon, vibranium would definitely be the best way to go. “what’s he building?” you wondered aloud.

your father shrugged, looking over at you. “whatever it is, it’s probably got something to do with causing a mess for us.”

the quinjet landed in wakanda as you put on your own suit of iron, mentally preparing yourself for whatever was to happen when you entered the building ultron was no doubt in.

it should be simple, you thought to yourself, but that was before you actually got inside the building and that was before you realized the maximoff twins had sided with ultron.

a fight had broken out, as expected, with your father fighting ultron and everyone else trying to stop the twins. you had ended up with the same twin who’d stared you down previously.

“i know you.” pietro said to you, jutting his chin up slightly. “i didn’t know you worked for these guys.”

you furrowed a brow from underneath your suit. “what, did you think i was fighting with them in sokovia just for kicks?”

he shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “i’ve just never seen you on the posters.” you stared at him for a moment, trying to see what his point was. “the posters for the avengers. you’re never there.”

“i don’t know what posters you’re seeing, but i think i’m on a good lot of them, flash.”

“since you’re dressed like iron man, it’s probably easy for you to get lost in the picture.” he replied, raising a brow.

you chuckled to yourself. “i stand next to my dad for pictures, hawkeye’s normally the one who gets lost.”

pietro’s posture lessened for a moment before he regained his cool. “you’re stark’s daughter?”

“is there a problem with that?” you responded. you were proud to be your father’s daughter, and to fight alongside him. you’d seen his growth as a man up close and personal, and you couldn’t be prouder.

“stark killed my parents.” he replied lowly, looking up at you. “but everyone is quick to cover that up, aren’t they?”

“the only thing about you that’s quick is your eagerness to come to conclusions.”

he smiled, looking over at you. “this was a fun little chat, but i’m afraid i have some asses to beat.”

“do you now?” you replied, lifting your hand up. your suit made a sound signaling it’s starting up, which was enough to alert pietro and send him running past you. you were ready for that, however, and you blasted him off of the catwalk the two of you had been standing on.

you flew into the air, looking around the building to see who needed your help. you spotted steve laying on the ground, and you immediately landed by his side. the helmet of your suit retracted as you looked down at him.

“steve, you good?” you asked, shaking his shoulder slightly. he was still breathing, but he was knocked out. a quick look around the building revealed to you that both natasha and thor were also out cold.

before you could tell your father or bruce over the comms, you felt a hand on your temple, and red clouded your vision as wanda put you under a mind spell.

“why did you have to get her out, too?” pietro asked wanda as he approached your body.

she lifted a brow quizzically. “was i not supposed to? the instructions were very clear: we were to stop the avengers from stopping the plan.”

pietro nodded, looking down at you. “she’s tony stark’s daughter.” he said, looking over at wanda.

“why is that a problem, brother?” she replied, even though he knew she could read his mind. “you don’t like her, do you? you barely know her.”

“i know,” he shook his head, “but i can’t wait to get to know her.”

[hollywillows]

winner - harry styles x gender neutral!reader

this idea came to me while i was brushing my teeth.. i hope you enjoy! my requests are open <3

“that was so much fun, and one of your best performances, too.” you said as you closed the door to your shared house with harry.

he was exhausted, as expected, from putting all of his energy into the day spent at the grammy’s. he’d won best pop solo performance for watermelon sugar, and while he was beyond thankful, you could tell that he was disappointed in himself for not doing better.

“hey, talk to me.” you spoke gently, sitting down on the sofa. he took off his shoes by the door before joining you, smiling slightly as you took his hands into yours.

“i don’t know..” he shook his head slightly, thinking of how to phrase what he was thinking. “i’m so glad i got to win something, but i really wanted to win something for the whole album.”

you nodded, giving him a sweet and comforting smile. “harry, just because your album didn’t win the grammy doesn’t mean it wasn’t album of the year.”

“well, it wasn’t because it didn’t win.”

“i mean in here,” you gestured to your heart, “it will always be album of the year. you have so many fans, h, so many people that have been affected greatly by this album; whose years were not only bettered but changed by it. and that means more than some plastic award.”

harry smirked slightly, looking up at you. “it’s actually zinc and aluminum, and it has real gold in it.”

you shook your head with a chuckle. “you know that’s not what i meant.”

while you were still laughing, he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the sofa. “i love you.” he said, and as you looked up at him you swore you could see forever in his eyes.