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hello my lovessss :** thank you so much for reading personal assistant and showing some luv !! just wanted to let y’all know that part 2 will be coming out sometime next week so def stay tuned !! MWAH

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YOU GUYSSS IM BACKKK im so sorry ive been gone for so long 😭😭 a lot of life stuff got in the way of me writing on here and eventually i just didn’t log on but it was always on the back of my mind :(( i really appreciate y’all still reading my little fics and showing some luv and there will definitely be more to come now!! MWAHHH

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personal assistant (pt 1) / austin butler x reader

summary: after moving to los angeles to chase your dream of working for the movie making industry, an interesting offer made by austin butler himself completely turns your life around, and you had yet to find out if it was for better or worse.

warnings: cursing, other than that, all good!

word count: 3,480

status: in progress

authors note: I’m back!! ;)

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The news station was rampant with urgency, loud voices blending together creating a jumbled mess of anxiousness, but as well as excitement. Papers flung from every direction while you took note of the unusual amount of higher-ups on the floor this evening as you walked to get to the office, and you were unaware as to why everyone seemed like they were losing their mind.

Perhaps there was a sudden tragic incident on the freeway and they wanted to be the first to report it, or a wild rabid beast was on the loose causing a frenzy, or maybe everyone was just incredibly behind on their cover stories. Whatever it was, you meerly shrugged and plopped down on your coushy chair across from your bosses desk, slinging your work bag on the back rest before picking up the phone. You were an assistant at a big news station, and your usual morning routine consisted of taking messages and clearing all voicemails that had been left from the previous day for your boss, and today was no different. You sighed as you punched in your bosses mailbox pin to access the voicemail message bank, and placed the phone in between your ear and shoulder, pen and notepad in hand.

You were in the middle of hearing a disgruntled lady complain about a cameraman’s van blocking her driveway when your boss hurtled in like a mad man, piles and piles of folders and paperwork thrown on top of his desk as he hurriedly shuffled through. He hadn’t even noticed you at first, having to do a double-take to realize you were sitting there with wide eyes and lips parted.

“Oh evening Y/n!” He wiped his clammy hands on his dress pants and grabbed a bunch of files together, stepping his way towards you to plop them down at your own desk. “We have a lot to do today, and I’m going to need you to come with me right now here-” He shoved some folders in your arms, “-These need to come too-”

“Right now right now?” You questioned, looking outside to see everyone practically running down the halls through the glass window. You immediately hung up the phone, undoubtedly relieved to finally hear the disgruntled ladies voice cut off on the other end. “What is going on? Why is everyone running around like someone caught the plague?”

He laughed at your comment, “There’s an interview today.”

Your eyebrows raised, half understanding. But who could it be? You’ve seen interview after interview at the station and not once did you ever experience whatever was happening in front of you right now. Your body couldn’t help but shiver, the hairs on your arms standing up straight in anticipation as you racked your brain for answers you just couldn’t get on your own. “An interview.. who’s coming?”

“Austin Butler.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their eyesockets, now fully and completely understanding the events taking place. You frantically hiked the files further up your arms and stood, chair spinning out from under you and not giving a single damn about the workload you had to do today. Austin Butler was the next rising star, a hyperspeed sensation as he crossed from being a “C” list celebrity to a golden shiny “A” in a matter of months, and everyone and absolutely everyone was trying to book him for interviews, screenings, photoshoots, appearances, and everything else under the sun.

“What?” You gasped out, struggling to keep up with your bosses long strides as you ducked out of people’s way down the hall. “There was no mention of him coming in on this months calendar or- or the newsletter or even Julia blabbering on about him and she loves that man to death and-”

Without even realizing it you were hyperventilating about the whole situation, unknowingly outing your best friend on her obsession with Austin to your boss (and embarassingly almost yourself) as you both got on the elevator to go up to the fifth floor, currently being on the third. As your boss began to speak again you dug into your back pocket to pull out your phone to text Julia the news.

“His agency booked our request last minute, everyone is trying to prepare and get everything ready before six and my blood sugar is rising by the minute.” You laughed softly, finishing up your message to Julia before stuffing it back into your back pocket. “We’re expecting our viewer count to skyrocket and all eyes are going to be on us and that is why-” He turned to face you, “I need you.”

You gawked at him and mumbled, “For what? To bring him coffee?”

How dire...

“No, silly! Besides that,” He teased as the elevator doors smoothly slid open, only to be faced with an absolute rampage that was even worse than what was going on on your floor. You both trudged down the hall and made a sharp right, stepping into set. There were cameras and higher-ups getting everything situated with directions being given to other assistants and anyone else who was involved, as your boss ushered you over to the interview section. A long pastel blue lounge sofa was situated on a loft with a coffee table up front and fake plants all around, a convincing take on a professional but yet “homey” environment for our stars. “Because Vic isn’t in today, I’m taking over for Austin’s appearance. I just need you to stick to me like glue and anything that I give you to do just do, and anything Austin wants you go and get it, okay?” He smiled wrily at you. “I know this is super overwhelming and a lot to take in right now, so if you need a breather at any moment you just let me know and I’ll get someone to cover for you until you get back.”

You smiled appreciately at him and nodded, feeling so lucky that your boss was such a considerate person and never treated you any less, given the fact that you were only just an assistant. He understood that you were constantly being thrown to a pack of wolves due to the industry, and right now might be just about the worst you will experience. Without showing emotion, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed that one man was causing such a chaos at your job. “Got it, thank you.”

“Grace will be handling more of the personal tasks for Austin so you won’t have to really worry about that,” You turned to see the woman he was referencing to and nodded. “Otherwise, you should be good. He should be here any minute now, ready?”

“Ready.” You tried to sound confident, but you couldn’t deny that you were practically shitting yourself at the moment. You couldn’t afford to mess up. You’d be the laughing stock of the company and the gossip will never end, with a chance of you being fired not completely off the table as well.

Besides, what if Austin was an absolute ass that treated you with no respect? How were you supposed to deal with that? You were absolutely aware that you had the tendency to talk back, and to add on, you were stubborn. At this point, it really seemed like you were your own worst enemy that was about to get yourself fired.

“-This is where we’ll be conducting the interview-”

“Oh its really amazing in here!”

A smooth, deep, velvet like voice instantly caught your attention. It sounded so airy, softly and gently touching the surface as it made its way to your ears. Almost immedietaly, your boss began his walk towards the sound, and you did as told and followed suit.

“Hello Austin! Its a pleasure to have you here with us.” Your boss firmly shook his hand.

“The pleasure is mine, sir.” Austin said politely, flashing a dazzling smile.

“This is Grace, she’ll be taking care of anything you may need,” They shook hands, “And this, is my assistant Y/n.”

He locked eyes with you, his dazzling smile now wavering a bit as he looked at you warmly. With an extended hand, you took his in your own shaky one and shook it.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/n.”

You tried your best to give a poised, professional smile in return, “And you as well.”

Your boss began ushering him to the lounge sofa for the interview as you began to peek through the files in your arms, until you diverted your gaze upward again to see Austin looking at you over his shoulder. You jumped out of your skin and froze, confused as to why he was looking in your direction. Had you done something weird? Was there something on your face? Oh god what did you do?

On the other hand, Austin had the same exact reaction. He stiffened slightly with wide eyes having been caught looking, and quickly looked away; an action so subtle you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been looking.

You were confused, taking a glance behind you to see if maybe he was just looking at something over your shoulder, but nothing was there besides the Keurig and a few trail mix bags in a basket. Before you could indulge on your overthinking though, Grace tapped you on the shoulder.

“Your boss asked me to keep you with me until he gets the crew settled around Austin,” You both walked up to the couch, your eyes semented on Austin with his elbows resting on his knees, chatting quietly with the interviewer. He was so incredibly poised, soft spoken and respectful. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration bubble up in your chest. You knew Austin was incredibly talented, but to have a figure that represents so much class in the same room as you was so intimidating. You sat the files you had been holding down at a nearby table as she spoke again, “Just stay behind me while I assist him.”

You nodded, and the interview picked up rapidly. You took note of everything that was happening in front of you; assistants scribbling words on a notepad, the cameracrew checking in on the cameras to make sure they were functioning correctly, your boss to the side watching and whispering orders, and you, standing there not doing a single thing.

You wanted to be involved, that’s what you were in this industry for. Leaving home was the hardest thing you ever had to do, but you knew that college was just not what you wanted. You longed for film. The behind the scenes aspect in particular. So, when you finally got the courage to drop out and buy the first plane ticket you could find, you moved to Los Angeles. You had been awfully lucky at landing a job at one of the biggest news stations, and even luckier that the industry hadn’t damaged you too much.. yet. 

“And that’s break!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked up expecting to find Grace in front of you, except she wasn’t. You stiffened, trying not to make it obvious that you were an absolute idiot that couldn’t follow directions.

“Grace?” You called out, hoping that she might pop up from the shadows and come back, “Grace!-”

“Austin, would you like a coffee? bottled water?”

“Bottled water is fine, thank you sir.”

“Of course uh- you!”

You spun around to be faced with a man who you presumed to be a higher-up. “Can you get a bottle from the back please?”

Austin’s eyes snapped towards your smaller frame promptly and quickly stammered, “Oh no actually- its fine!” You looked at him quizzedly. “I’m alright, thank you.”

“You sure?” You spoke up, “Its no problem at all I can go ahead and get you-”

“No,” He said firmly. “I’m more than alright, thank you.”

Austin had smiled so warmly at you after that statement, but your anger made it come across as condesceding. Were you really that bad? Did he not like you that much? Whatever it was, it was starting to piss you off, and that sense of admiration that you once had for him was long gone.

He had seemed to pick up on your cold stare, and his smile faltered. His lips parted to say something, but the crew called the end of break before he could get the chance to. Its not like you wanted to hear what he had to say anyways, you didn’t care.

You walked away swiftly, abandoning your place and almost practically stomped off set, annoyance and embarrassment spreading through your veins like wildfire.

All while Austin watched you leave, worried that he had said something that upset you.

Even though it was such a small task to do, a higher-up was watching you. It could’ve been a potential chance to make a good impression and make him remember you for events outside the studio. You huffed and turned a corner, only to bump into another frame.

“Oh Y/n! Good!” Julia gasped out, placing her hands on your shoulders in a tight grip. “I just read your message! Tell me where he is right. now.”

She shook you with each word, and you couldn’t help but to let out a laugh as you watched her frantic eyes darting around every single part of your face. “I wouldn’t be so excited if I were you.” She tilted her head to the side in question, but nonetheless, you took one of her hands and led her back to set as you explained what had happened moments prior.

“Its because he’s in love with you.”

You looked at her incrediously, “You’re delusional.”

Julia slapped your arm “No, I’m not. I need to see this with my own eyes.”

Sighing, you both stepped into the interview area again, and you could feel Julia’s knees practically wobbling at the sight of him.

“Well thank you Austin for joining us today! Just one more question for you, how difficult was it for you to fully immerse yourself into playing Elvis Presley? Did you lose a bit of yourself?”

He laughed a bit, “You can lose touch with who you actually are, and I definitely had that when I finished shooting for Elvis; not knowing who I was. The next day I woke up at four in the morning with excruciating pain, and I was rushed to the hospital.”

“Oh my god!”

Austin’s eyes flickered to yours for a moment, before continuing. “Yeah I uh.. my body just started shutting down the day after I finished Elvis. But I recovered, got back on my feet and off I went.”

You never really took into account how much work actually went into acting. I mean, you knew it took work, but that level of work where you end up in a hospital? Where you lose who you are? You kind of felt guilty that you had been putting Austin down so much in your head, succuming to the sensitive side of yourself where you felt bad for everything and anything.

As the interview drew to a close and they were off the air, you chewed on your lip in regret, eyes searching for your boss for further directions on what to do from here. It looked like the crew was just mingling with Austin, chatting and laughing as they walked to the other side of the room. You felt like you weren’t really needed, so as Julia bid you a see you later and walked out, you made your way to the bar where the Keurig was and started making an iced coffee to take for the way back to the office.

“Hello.”

You turned around to see none other than Austin standing there, a small smile etched on his godly face with his arms behind his back. You felt your heart plummit into your ass.

“Oh, hello!” The Keurig beeped and you quickly took your cup from the port before turning back around. “Do you need that bottled water now? I’ll go get it its just right behind-” You asked, thinking that that must’ve been the reason why he was talking to you.

“No! no, you’re too kind. I just uh, wanted to say hello is all.”

You tilted your head to the side, noticing the way his jaw clenched a bit. You didn’t really know what to say after that, but before you could think about it any further, he spoke up again.

“How long have you been working here?”

“F-For about um.. a year? I believe?” You stammered, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, a nervous habit.

He seemed to have one too, because the constant fiddling of the rings on his fingers was something you had picked up on that he did during the interview, and now too.

Was he nervous? What for?

“That’s great! How you liking it so far?”

“Its good! I um, I love the environment here, everyone is super friendly and I’ve gained a lot of experience since I started working.” You smiled sweetly at him as you reached out behind you to pour your coffee into an iced filled plastic cup.

“Wait, let me- I can do that for you-”

You would have profusely denied his offer and thanked him one million times for it anyways, but he didn’t even give you the chance to as he quickly took the coffee from your hands and did it himself. “I do these all the time.. I just think a licensed professional should be handling hot coffee cups like this.”

You quirked an eyebrow and let out a little laugh, “A licensed professional?”

“Mhm. Its dangerous stuff here I don’t think- fuck!” Austin frantically turned on the faucet and switched it to the coldest temperature, allowing his slightly coffee covered hands to cool off under the running water in the sink.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Quickly taking a step forward, you peered over his shoulder to see the damage, and was relieved to see almost nothing at all; his skin just a bit irritated from the heat.

His cheeks flushed as he felt your presence in such close proximity behind his back, and he cleared his throat, “This is just part of the procedure.”

You laughed again, watching Austin pour your coffee into the plastic cup, the ice crackling as it made contact with the heat, and capped it with a lid. “For you.”

“Thank you.”

Austin shoved his hands in his pockets and faced the ground, shuffling his shiny heeled boots. “Listen I uh- I came over here to ask you a quick question.”

“Really?” You were so so confused, “Okay..”

“Milk chocolate or dark chocolate?”

Huh?

“You’re.. asking me about chocolate?”

He nodded and licked his lips, awaiting your response.

“Dark chocolate.”

His face broke out into a bright smile, and it almost looked like he had just confirmed a thought. “I was wondering if you’d consider taking the position of being my personal assistant.”

Your eyes widened as your breath got caught in your throat. His what?

“Your what?”

“I-I’m sorry I know this comes off really weird,” He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I mean it though. I really hope you’ll consider the job-” He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a business card, “Just call that number,” He pointed to a phone number on the card, “And they’ll get you situated.”

You didn’t understand. All of this information was being thrown at your face all at the same time and you didn’t know how to break it down. Being Austin’s assistant meant the ultimate breakthrough in your career. You’d get your name out there, and the chance to work in professional movie making would actually start to take its shape into becoming a reality.

But could you handle it? You didn’t know, and you didn’t know if you wanted to find out. Being a personal assistant for a news station was one thing, sure, stressful, but manageable. Being a personal assistant for an “A” list celebrity was a whole different ball game. It was more one on one. You can’t blend into the crowd or take frequent bathroom breaks to scroll through social media...

And you wouldn’t see Julia every day anymore, and at the mere thought of that, your shoulders slumped.

Austin furrowed his eyebrows, “Hey..” You looked up. “Its alright, I know its a lot, don’t think you have any obligation to this,” He pointed at the business card in your hand again. “I think you’d make an excellent fit anywhere you choose to go or stay.”

You looked up at him then, your heart stuttering a bit at the compliment he just gave you.

You had to do it.. you just had to.

For your dream.

Smiling timidly, you nodded.

“I’ll do it.”

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YES WE DO 😎✊🏻 TYSM BABY ❤️

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are u referring to little darling? if so omg i was just tryna make it fwoofy but- LMAO thx for reading babe!! ❤️

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Little Darling

Soldier!Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Harry falls in love with the pretty nurse that takes care of him during the war.

Warnings: none my bbys :*

Authors Note: oh my god, the response i got from flower boy was insaaane y’all made me cry happy tears for dAYS LMFAO, but honestly thank you so muchhh, and im so sorry i’m been mf gONE i’ve had this and three more drafts in the works and i never got around to finishing them heheh, anyways enjoy!! and if you’ve sent me a request don’t worry i’m also working on that rn and thanks for sending it in! love u! <3

Word Count: 1,998

You had never met anyone like Harry.

“Patient 113! Patient 113!”

Nurses scurried around the small hospital, hundreds of men injured as you hurried your way to the front desk.

“I’ll take him,” You said quickly. “Bring the other ones in.”

You carefully sat him down and wheeled him across the hectic large room and to an open spot.

The side of his face was bloody, and he remained unconscious as doctors lifted his limp body onto the bed. You quickly grabbed gauzes and disinfectants, ridding of the dirt, sweat, and dried up blood off of his face.

“Patients name?” The doctor asked.

You pulled the dog tag from under his uniform and said, “Harry Styles.”

The doctor pressed a stethoscope to his heart and listened, “We have a pulse.”

He then wiped his forehead in exhaustion. “From the looks of it, he took a blow to the head and fell unconscious, but he’ll be fine.” He then hung the tool around his neck. “He’s all yours now y/n, just clean him up and call me when he wakes.”

“Yes sir.”

Then, you hadn’t thought anything of him. Just another patient you anxiously wanted to save because unfortunately the one before, couldn’t be.

But when Harry awoke, his dazed eyes drifted around the room, and once he regained his senses and actually looked at you, he didn’t hesitate to say that you were the most beautiful little thing he had ever seen.

This, of course, made you roll your eyes and blame it on the antibiotics, but he stood by his word and would even go as far as to request for you if a different nurse came to tend to him.

You had grown to love his unruly hair and sense of humor, but most of all, were his eyes. They reminded you of the trees your grandmother used to grow around her small cabin in the middle of no where, and from time to time would pick a sparkling emerald leaf to place gently in your small palm for good luck.

Now every leaf she had ever given you was stowed away in an old jewelry box inside your attic, brittle and brown. But each time you looked into Harry’s eyes, it was as if your childhood never left, as if the leaves never dried out, and as if your grandmother never died.

You spent a great deal of time taking care of him, and as soon as he recovered he took you out on a date by the river; picking small daisies to card gently behind your ear. It was sweet, his cute dimples evident as he smiled at you. The air was fresh and calm, and the sight of Harry on the grass, palms spread behind him with his head tilted back, sun adorning his features, was a sight hard to forget.

He’d always call you his little darling and made sure you were absolutely happy at all times. You were his sunshine, and it wasn’t hard for him to fall in love with you.

All of this was short lived though when you received devastating news. Harry was to be drafted again, and the area was no where near where you were at the moment, meaning if Harry got hurt you wouldn’t be able to treat him.

And if he died, you wouldn’t know until weeks after.

When he told you, you cried your eyes out while he got down on his knees, hands placed firmly on your arms.

“Little darling, hey, don’t you cry,” He wiped the tears off of your puffy cheeks with one hand and sighed. “I’ll come back to you, I promise you baby, don’t you cry.”

“Harry you could die!-”

“I won’t.” He said firmly. “You really think i’d leave you that easily sunshine? You’re gonna have to chase me to the ends of the earth to even give you a minute by yourself.”

That had made you laugh, and he wrapped his arms around you as he stood back up. “I’ll come back. I’ll write to you everyday a-and send you the very first flower I see. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You only nodded into his chest, a soft smile on your face, “I love you.”

Harry tightened his hold around you and rested his chin on top of your head.

“Tell me again,” He whispered. “I want to hear it one more time before I go.”

Harry kept his word and wrote to you as often as he could, but you still spent each and every day worrying for him and his safety. You had taken note of the increasing amount of men that came piling into the small hospital you worked at, and the injuries only seemed to worsen. You’d ask Harry what was going on in your letters, but he’d write back saying that everything was fine, and ultimately change the subject.

“Our men are dying,” One of the nurses had said to you as she patched up an unconscious soldier, “Many won’t come home.”

That made you sick to your stomach, and it didn’t help when after two years since Harry’s departure, his letters abruptly stopped coming soon after. The last one he had sent was dated a month ago, and it read:

Dear y/n,

How are you my little darling? Are you happy and well? I hope you are. I miss your pretty face.

Something tragic happened. My best mate died on field yesterday, and I have never felt such remorse in my entire life. It’s getting harder to stay alive my love, and when I saw his still body in the dirt, all I saw was red.

But I’m still alive. When I woke up this morning I saw a single daisy in the midst of gravel and mud, and it reminded me of you. You’re surrounded by horrible people and an awful environment but you remain brilliant. I’ve never met anyone like you.

If I don’t make it, just know how much I truly, deeply love you, and you’ve made me the happiest man alive. My days with you are memories I’ll never forget.

See you soon baby.

- HS

Below was a small daisy taped carefully onto the bottom of the page, and you cried looking at it once more before folding the letter back up and stuffing it in the pocket of your uniform.

“Any news?” One of the nurses said. Another sighed and shook her head.

“All radios are down. No one knows a thing.”

“Its been almost a full day,” You mumbled. “I think we’ve lost the war.”

A gloom of realization spread across the room, nurses and doctors with a defeated expression. It was silent, and everyone seemed to zone out until one of your close friends sat herself down on a chair next to you.

“Has he written?” She whispered.

“No. I’m starting to think-”

“Don’t say it,” She scooted closer to you. “He’s okay and you know it. You’re his sunshine, remember?”

You smiled sadly, “I do, but he hasn’t written in a month.”

“Maybe he can’t find paper,” She shrugged. “Or a pen.”

“Maybe he’s-”

“We won! We won the war!”

Everyone abruptly stood, chairs screeching against the tile floor. You quickly ran down the hall along with other nurses and into a different room. Others were already hunched over a small table that held a working radio.

“Our men are coming home!”

Cheers and cries filled the air, and you stood frozen as many wrapped their arms around you in joy.

Word was that the veterans were to return in a train arriving in about an hour, and you wasted no time in slipping on your jacket and running with many others to the station. You couldn’t even be bothered to remove your uniform, the love of your life was finally coming home.

Upon arrival, people were buzzing with anticipation and happiness. Personal space didn’t seem to be a thing as everyone waited for the train to pull in, and once it did, the shouting commenced.

Man after man came hopping out of the train, beaten up expressions but nonetheless with a smile on their faces, yet none of them were Harry. You stood on your tippy toes to get a better look, but you were still overrun by the people in front of you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a woman with two kids clutching onto a soldier next to you, their children’s small arms wrapped around their father’s legs. You thanked your lucky stars that at least they got their happy ending, and pushed yourself through the crowd to get to the front.

It became apparent after a little while though, that you may not have gotten your happy ending. As the area dispersed and became empty, your vision blurred with tears. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it.

He said he’d come back, you thought.

A gust of wind blew through your hair, and you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself for comfort and for warmth. You screwed your eyes shut and tilted your head back, tear drops slipping into your hair. In the midst of feeling the warm sun caress your face, you imagined Harry calling out to you in the distance, calling you his little darling again just like he’d done many times before.

Except you hadn’t.

When you opened your eyes, a tall figure stood a couple feet away from you, and you rid your eyes from the remaining tears to see who it was.

“H-Harry?”

He smiled warmly at you, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

When he got off the train, the sight of you standing there, wind whirling through your hair with your head tilted back; sun adorning your features and a pained expression, was a sight hard to forget.

But as he looked at you now, doe eyes wide that gleamed of hope and disbelief, the days out on field and the awful deserts meant nothing to him. The days of treterous fear, the cold nights where he felt nothing but alone, meant absolutely nothing to him.

But you, you meant everything to him.

“Hey little darling.” He said gently, fingers reaching out to touch yours. The warmth that radiated from your hand brought him back to reality and reassured him that he wasn’t dreaming.

At his words, you breathed out a laugh and threw your arms around his neck, and Harry in response scooped you up off the ground, taking note of the familiar strawberry scented shampoo you always used.

“I thought you died,” you whispered in his ear.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily baby cakes.” He said playfully, kissing your cold cheek.

You laughed and pulled your head back to look at him. He looked as handsome as you remembered, but he looked so worn out. The bags under his eyes and slow blinking clearly indicated that he was exhausted, and you smiled warmly, softly kissing his cheek.

“Let’s go home.”

Home.

What he’d been waiting for. The place he wanted to share with you, the place where he wanted to wake up and one day find the smell of pancakes and honey smothering your shared bedroom, and maybe, just maybe, with two little hands grabbing at his face to get him to wake up.

He nodded at you then, fingers laced with yours as you walked along the train station. The setting sunlight highlighted Harry’s green eyes; and they were soft, looking out into the streets ahead of you that held nothing but love yet still vigilant, and you were reminded of your grandmother once more.

“Harry?” you called suddenly.

“Yes, little darling?”

“How come you didn’t write to me these last few months?”

He smiled at you lazily and gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, running a soothing hand over your lower back.

“Couldn’t find paper, my love.” He hummed, “Or a damn pen.”

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Flower Boy

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: At the end of every week, you find a different set of flowers resting on your windowsill, and you’re determined to find out who it is.

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff and like one curse word hehehe <3

Authors Note: thanks for all the feedback on Sticky Notes and Disneyland With Peter !! y’all really made my day LMAO

Word Count: 2,110

They were lilies this time, placed neatly on your open windowsill.

You couldn’t really remember exactly when you started to receive flowers, but it’s safe to say that it’s been going on for about a month, and you have no idea who it could be. You’ve received all kinds: lilac’s, carnation’s, poppy’s, sunflowers, and the list goes on.

At first you were creeped out. How did this person know where you live? And why was it only during the night? You lived in a two story apartment in Queens, the only way to reach your window is through climbing the fire escapes..

But as time went on, you grew to love the gesture instead of loathing it. You were a sweet person, and concluded that whoever was doing this must’ve been someone you knew.

You picked up the lilies and carefully placed them in a vase with water, swapping them out with the once beautiful roses you received last week. Like always, you walked to your window and leaned out to see if you could spot any source of movement, anything to pin point who it was.

But there was nothing, just the buzzing of cars and the chilly winter air hitting your skin.

Shivering, you rubbed your arms before leaning back. You’ll find out soon who it was, you were determined to. But for now, you smiled thinking about the sweet gesture and went to bed.

Monday soon rolled around, and as you sat in your seat waiting for the bell to ring, you wondered what breed of flowers you’d get this week.

“Don’t forget to submit your essays tonight!” Your teacher’s voice boomed over the bell as it rang, piles of kids ready to leave the classroom. As you reached the door, you bumped into someone accidentally and looked up.

It was Peter Parker.

“I’m sorry y/n!” He spluttered out quickly, squatting down to pick up the book you dropped off the floor. “I-I should’ve looked where I was going.”

His cheeks flushed as he peered up at you, shyly giving the item back. You smiled sweetly.

“It’s okay Pete, I wasn’t paying much attention either.”

His heart rate quickened at the little nickname you had for him.

“I’ll see you around?” You said, patting his rosy cheek gently before walking off, your touch sent him into a frenzy as he watched you walk away.

“Y-Yeah!” He called out, and you turned around to wave before disappearing from his view.

“That was hard to watch.”

“Shut up.” Peter grumbled, turning to look at his best friend.

“I don’t see why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Ned sighed. “You guys talk everyday, and have known each other since junior high.”

“Because she’ll reject me and never talk to me ever again.”

“But you don’t know that!”

“Yes I do!” Peter countered. He spotted you talking to someone from across the hall and sighed, “She’s too good for me.”

“You still giving her flowers?” Ned asked, hiking his backpack up as they walked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh god-”

As the week went on, Friday finally arrived. You were at home helping your parents prepare dinner, when you realized you forgot to take some dishes from your room back down to the kitchen. Quietly, you trudged up the stairs and upon entering your room, you stopped dead in your tracks.

It was Spider-man, looking at you through his mask with wide eyes, hand midway into placing a small bouquet of daisy’s on your windowsill.

You couldn’t believe it. Never in your wildest dreams did you think Spider-man was the one leaving you flowers.

Peter on the other hand, was about to have a heart attack.

“Y-You-”

Instantly, he stood and leaped up the fire escape, and you quickly ran to your window.

“Stop!” He froze and turned to look at you. “It’s okay! You’re fine! I just want to talk!”

He was this close to shooting a web to the building across from yours to leave, but when he looked at your pleading eyes, he sighed and climbed back down.

You led him into your room and sat him down on your desk chair; unsure why he seemed so nervous and stiff. It was only you.

You puffed your cheeks out, avoiding eye contact until he spoke up.

“I-I’m sorry for-”

“Do you know who I am?”

He hesitated, then nodded.

“How?”

“I’ve seen you.” He said vaguely. His voice sounded extremely familiar, but you couldn’t quite pin point where you’d heard it.

“You’ve… seen me,” You trailed off. “Where?”

“Listen I have to go-”

“Wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” You said guiltily.

Peter’s eyes softened.

“It’s just- this doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He promised. “But for right now, I have to go.”

“Okay.” You smiled nonetheless and watched him stand and climb out through your window. Just when you were about to leave your room, you heard him clear his throat.

“I-I hope you like them.” He said, referring to the daisy’s.

You turned around, cheeks rosy. “They’re my favorite actually, thank you.”

Peter beamed at that, and with the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You then gently picked up the daisy’s and like you’d done before, swapped them with the lilies.

The next day, Peter avoided you completely. Whenever he’d see you approach him, he’d either make a beeline for the restroom or just completely turn the other way, and you noticed. How could you not?

Peter Parker, the sweetest boy you knew and secretly but not so secretly had a crush on, was avoiding you. You figured he was just having an off day, but it became apparent when you straight up walked towards him to say hello and he turned his back to you.

When you came home and waited in your room for Spider-man, you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. What did you do? Surely there must’ve been some type of misunderstanding.

Or did he find out you have feelings for him?

Your eyes widened and you began to panic. To you, that explained everything. The avoidance, the look of discomfort he’d give whenever he saw you, all of it. You felt like crying, but your episode was cut short when you heard a soft thud to your left.

“Hey,” He greeted. As he sat down on your windowsill, he noticed the daisy’s he gave you in a vase with a cute little red bow wrapped around, and his heart warmed.

“Hey,” You responded with a smile. “Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? The need to tell me who you are?”

Peter laughed at the last part. “I-I’m okay. Thank you though.”

He had to admit, Peter missed you, even though it had only been a day since you guys have spoken. He missed your voice, or the way you’d always beam when you saw him, he really did. He felt so bad avoiding you today, but he couldn’t bring himself to face you. A part of him thought you secretly already knew it was him, and he didn’t know how to talk to you now without stumbling over his words or excessively sweating, not like he wasn’t before though.

As he sat there, he knew the right thing to do was to tell you who he was. But it was nerve wracking to think that not only would you know he was the one responsible for the flowers, but that he’s also Spider-man. Not a good situation if you ask him.

“Do you put all the flowers I give you in vases?” He asked you.

“Yup!” You pushed your desk chair back to reveal the little trash can you had, and tilted it. Its contents inside were a bunch of dead stems and flower pedals, accompanied by the occasional ball of line paper. “They all last exactly a week, so when you give me new ones, I just take the dried ones out. It makes me feel bad, but where else do I put them without making a mess?” You laughed nervously.

Peter nodded understandingly, and he envisioned your cute self putting his flowers in a vase. He found it quite sentimental, and it made him happy because he thought you’d might throw them away.

“Why do you leave me flowers?”

Peter cleared his throat.

“B-Because I like you.”

“You what?”

He only nodded and you looked at him uncertainly then, “Do I know you?”

He didn’t answer, but the fiddling of his fingers and the way he kept looking at everything in the room but you, was enough.

Gently, you scooted your desk chair right by your windowsill in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Spidey, but you need to tell me who you are.”

Another nickname you made, just for him, that made Peter swoon.

“I know.” He sighed, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and fiddled with your fingers now instead of his, “I know.”

Your warm hand gave him a sense of security, a sense of comfort, and he intertwined your fingers together. “J-Just promise me, that whatever happens, you won’t hate me o-or think I’m weird.”

“I’d never!” You exclaimed. “You gave me flowers, there’s no harm in that.”

He looked at you and squeezed your intertwined hands, as if to make sure you wouldn’t leave once he revealed who he was. Your reassuring smile sent a shiver down his spine and he slowly raised the hand that wasn’t occupied by yours, and tugged off his mask.

Even though it was dark in your room, the moonlight that shone through your window illuminated his face perfectly, and you sat up straight in alarm.

“Pete?”

He dropped his mask and placed that hand over your already tangled ones, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“I-I know what you’re thinking, but please just hear me out,” Peter scooted a bit closer to you. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just- I really like you y/n. You’re so sweet and nice to everyone no matter what they do, and you’re so beautiful that sometimes it makes me want to scream.”

You laughed, and he took it as a good sign to keep going.

“If you’d just give me a chance, I won’t let you down. And if you don’t want to then that’s totally okay I’m not going to force you into doing something you don’t want to do-”

“Pete.”

“-I mean what kind of person would that make me-”

“Spidey.”

“-That’s just horrible I know a couple people who-”

“Peter Parker!”

The boy jumped and instantly looked at you. “Yeah?”

“I like you too.”

He laughed, “No you don’t. You don’t have to pretend-”

“I’m not pretending!” You whined. “I really do.”

Peter looked at you, heart pumping and eyes wide. “You mean it?”

“Mhm! I do,” You said cheekily.

He looked at you skeptically. “You’re not.. freaked out that i’m Spider-man?”

“Nope.”

“Or the fact that I climbed your fire escape every week?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Or the fact that I want to kiss you right now?”

“No-”

Before you could register what he said, Peter cupped your rosy cheeks and kissed you with so much longing it drove him crazy, and you tugged at his suit to get him down from the windowsill as you stood up, arms wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss.

You pulled away breathless, and Peter started to lean in again until his phone buzzed.

“Sorry-” He said quickly as he looked at his screen.“Shit, sorry flower, I have to get going. My aunt hates it when I’m out late on a school night.”

Flower.

Your legs felt like jelly at the pet name he gave you, and you felt dazed as he pecked your lips and tugged his mask back on. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

“That you will.” You said happily, and just as he was about to climb up your fire escape, you realized something.

“Oh wait, Pete?”

“Yes?” He said, turning to look at you.

“Can you still bring me flowers?”

Peter’s eyes softened. It was a simple question, and yet he found himself again like he was when he first saw you, happy.

He’d take care of you, with every fiber of his being. You were innocent, sweet and radiant, and he’d rather die than let someone take those traits away from you. Now that you knew who he was, he wanted to be your own personal hero and keep you safe, no matter what.

“Of course I will, flower.”

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how would y’all feel if i posted a harry styles headcanon??

[lokissweater]

HI SORRY BUT FLOWER IS TOO CUTE

oMG THANK U SM BBYYYY ! <3

[lokissweater]

Flower Boy

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: At the end of every week, you find a different set of flowers resting on your windowsill, and you’re determined to find out who it is.

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff and like one curse word hehehe <3

Authors Note: thanks for all the feedback on Sticky Notes and Disneyland With Peter !! y’all really made my day LMAO

Word Count: 2,110

They were lilies this time, placed neatly on your open windowsill.

You couldn’t really remember exactly when you started to receive flowers, but it’s safe to say that it’s been going on for about a month, and you have no idea who it could be. You’ve received all kinds: lilac’s, carnation’s, poppy’s, sunflowers, and the list goes on.

At first you were creeped out. How did this person know where you live? And why was it only during the night? You lived in a two story apartment in Queens, the only way to reach your window is through climbing the fire escapes..

But as time went on, you grew to love the gesture instead of loathing it. You were a sweet person, and concluded that whoever was doing this must’ve been someone you knew.

You picked up the lilies and carefully placed them in a vase with water, swapping them out with the once beautiful roses you received last week. Like always, you walked to your window and leaned out to see if you could spot any source of movement, anything to pin point who it was.

But there was nothing, just the buzzing of cars and the chilly winter air hitting your skin.

Shivering, you rubbed your arms before leaning back. You’ll find out soon who it was, you were determined to. But for now, you smiled thinking about the sweet gesture and went to bed.

Monday soon rolled around, and as you sat in your seat waiting for the bell to ring, you wondered what breed of flowers you’d get this week.

“Don’t forget to submit your essays tonight!” Your teacher’s voice boomed over the bell as it rang, piles of kids ready to leave the classroom. As you reached the door, you bumped into someone accidentally and looked up.

It was Peter Parker.

“I’m sorry y/n!” He spluttered out quickly, squatting down to pick up the book you dropped off the floor. “I-I should’ve looked where I was going.”

His cheeks flushed as he peered up at you, shyly giving the item back. You smiled sweetly.

“It’s okay Pete, I wasn’t paying much attention either.”

His heart rate quickened at the little nickname you had for him.

“I’ll see you around?” You said, patting his rosy cheek gently before walking off, your touch sent him into a frenzy as he watched you walk away.

“Y-Yeah!” He called out, and you turned around to wave before disappearing from his view.

“That was hard to watch.”

“Shut up.” Peter grumbled, turning to look at his best friend.

“I don’t see why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Ned sighed. “You guys talk everyday, and have known each other since junior high.”

“Because she’ll reject me and never talk to me ever again.”

“But you don’t know that!”

“Yes I do!” Peter countered. He spotted you talking to someone from across the hall and sighed, “She’s too good for me.”

“You still giving her flowers?” Ned asked, hiking his backpack up as they walked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh god-”

As the week went on, Friday finally arrived. You were at home helping your parents prepare dinner, when you realized you forgot to take some dishes from your room back down to the kitchen. Quietly, you trudged up the stairs and upon entering your room, you stopped dead in your tracks.

It was Spider-man, looking at you through his mask with wide eyes, hand midway into placing a small bouquet of daisy’s on your windowsill.

You couldn’t believe it. Never in your wildest dreams did you think Spider-man was the one leaving you flowers.

Peter on the other hand, was about to have a heart attack.

“Y-You-”

Instantly, he stood and leaped up the fire escape, and you quickly ran to your window.

“Stop!” He froze and turned to look at you. “It’s okay! You’re fine! I just want to talk!”

He was this close to shooting a web to the building across from yours to leave, but when he looked at your pleading eyes, he sighed and climbed back down.

You led him into your room and sat him down on your desk chair; unsure why he seemed so nervous and stiff. It was only you.

You puffed your cheeks out, avoiding eye contact until he spoke up.

“I-I’m sorry for-”

“Do you know who I am?”

He hesitated, then nodded.

“How?”

“I’ve seen you.” He said vaguely. His voice sounded extremely familiar, but you couldn’t quite pin point where you’d heard it.

“You’ve... seen me,” You trailed off. “Where?”

“Listen I have to go-”

“Wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” You said guiltily.

Peter’s eyes softened.

“It’s just- this doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He promised. “But for right now, I have to go.”

“Okay.” You smiled nonetheless and watched him stand and climb out through your window. Just when you were about to leave your room, you heard him clear his throat.

“I-I hope you like them.” He said, referring to the daisy’s.

You turned around, cheeks rosy. “They’re my favorite actually, thank you.”

Peter beamed at that, and with the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You then gently picked up the daisy’s and like you’d done before, swapped them with the lilies.

The next day, Peter avoided you completely. Whenever he’d see you approach him, he’d either make a beeline for the restroom or just completely turn the other way, and you noticed. How could you not?

Peter Parker, the sweetest boy you knew and secretly but not so secretly had a crush on, was avoiding you. You figured he was just having an off day, but it became apparent when you straight up walked towards him to say hello and he turned his back to you.

When you came home and waited in your room for Spider-man, you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. What did you do? Surely there must’ve been some type of misunderstanding.

Or did he find out you have feelings for him?

Your eyes widened and you began to panic. To you, that explained everything. The avoidance, the look of discomfort he’d give whenever he saw you, all of it. You felt like crying, but your episode was cut short when you heard a soft thud to your left.

“Hey,” He greeted. As he sat down on your windowsill, he noticed the daisy’s he gave you in a vase with a cute little red bow wrapped around, and his heart warmed.

“Hey,” You responded with a smile. “Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? The need to tell me who you are?”

Peter laughed at the last part. “I-I’m okay. Thank you though.”

He had to admit, Peter missed you, even though it had only been a day since you guys have spoken. He missed your voice, or the way you’d always beam when you saw him, he really did. He felt so bad avoiding you today, but he couldn’t bring himself to face you. A part of him thought you secretly already knew it was him, and he didn’t know how to talk to you now without stumbling over his words or excessively sweating, not like he wasn’t before though.

As he sat there, he knew the right thing to do was to tell you who he was. But it was nerve wracking to think that not only would you know he was the one responsible for the flowers, but that he’s also Spider-man. Not a good situation if you ask him.

“Do you put all the flowers I give you in vases?” He asked you.

“Yup!” You pushed your desk chair back to reveal the little trash can you had, and tilted it. Its contents inside were a bunch of dead stems and flower pedals, accompanied by the occasional ball of line paper. “They all last exactly a week, so when you give me new ones, I just take the dried ones out. It makes me feel bad, but where else do I put them without making a mess?” You laughed nervously.

Peter nodded understandingly, and he envisioned your cute self putting his flowers in a vase. He found it quite sentimental, and it made him happy because he thought you’d might throw them away.

“Why do you leave me flowers?”

Peter cleared his throat.

“B-Because I like you.”

“You what?”

He only nodded and you looked at him uncertainly then, “Do I know you?”

He didn’t answer, but the fiddling of his fingers and the way he kept looking at everything in the room but you, was enough.

Gently, you scooted your desk chair right by your windowsill in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Spidey, but you need to tell me who you are.”

Another nickname you made, just for him, that made Peter swoon.

“I know.” He sighed, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and fiddled with your fingers now instead of his, “I know.”

Your warm hand gave him a sense of security, a sense of comfort, and he intertwined your fingers together. “J-Just promise me, that whatever happens, you won’t hate me o-or think I’m weird.”

“I’d never!” You exclaimed. “You gave me flowers, there’s no harm in that.”

He looked at you and squeezed your intertwined hands, as if to make sure you wouldn’t leave once he revealed who he was. Your reassuring smile sent a shiver down his spine and he slowly raised the hand that wasn’t occupied by yours, and tugged off his mask.

Even though it was dark in your room, the moonlight that shone through your window illuminated his face perfectly, and you sat up straight in alarm.

“Pete?”

He dropped his mask and placed that hand over your already tangled ones, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“I-I know what you’re thinking, but please just hear me out,” Peter scooted a bit closer to you. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just- I really like you y/n. You’re so sweet and nice to everyone no matter what they do, and you’re so beautiful that sometimes it makes me want to scream.”

You laughed, and he took it as a good sign to keep going.

“If you’d just give me a chance, I won’t let you down. And if you don’t want to then that’s totally okay I’m not going to force you into doing something you don’t want to do-”

“Pete.”

“-I mean what kind of person would that make me-”

“Spidey.”

“-That’s just horrible I know a couple people who-”

“Peter Parker!”

The boy jumped and instantly looked at you. “Yeah?”

“I like you too.”

He laughed, “No you don’t. You don’t have to pretend-”

“I’m not pretending!” You whined. “I really do.”

Peter looked at you, heart pumping and eyes wide. “You mean it?”

“Mhm! I do,” You said cheekily.

He looked at you skeptically. “You’re not.. freaked out that i’m Spider-man?”

“Nope.”

“Or the fact that I climbed your fire escape every week?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Or the fact that I want to kiss you right now?”

“No-”

Before you could register what he said, Peter cupped your rosy cheeks and kissed you with so much longing it drove him crazy, and you tugged at his suit to get him down from the windowsill as you stood up, arms wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss.

You pulled away breathless, and Peter started to lean in again until his phone buzzed.

“Sorry-” He said quickly as he looked at his screen.“Shit, sorry flower, I have to get going. My aunt hates it when I’m out late on a school night.”

Flower.

Your legs felt like jelly at the pet name he gave you, and you felt dazed as he pecked your lips and tugged his mask back on. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

“That you will.” You said happily, and just as he was about to climb up your fire escape, you realized something.

“Oh wait, Pete?”

“Yes?” He said, turning to look at you.

“Can you still bring me flowers?”

Peter’s eyes softened. It was a simple question, and yet he found himself again like he was when he first saw you, happy.

He’d take care of you, with every fiber of his being. You were innocent, sweet and radiant, and he’d rather die than let someone take those traits away from you. Now that you knew who he was, he wanted to be your own personal hero and keep you safe, no matter what.

“Of course I will, flower.”

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Pictures of You

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: It’s been five months since your death, and all Steve has is pictures of you.

Warnings: sad, mentions of alcohol consumption, foul language, angsty.

Authors Note: based on the song pictures of you by the cure

Word Count: 1,225

Empty. That’s all he felt.

It was cold and quiet, the house that used to hold so much love, always tidy and smelling wonderful, was now trashed and dark with no sign of life anymore.

He laid there and cried, pictures of you scattered all over the floor. His heart ached and longed for you to just be there with him again, even for just one minute, to tell him you’d always be there with him.

And Steve knew that. He knew you’d watch over him, but it can only last so long until a man that was deeply in love forget that peaceful conclusion. You didn’t deserve to die, anyone but you.

Him, not you.

Bottle after bottle, picture after picture, he loathed every single one but refrained from doing anything drastic like before. Earlier that day Steve had burned half of the pictures that included you, and he later regretted it, leaving him in a puddle of tears for he just lost memories he knew he’d soon forget.

He refused to pick up his calls or texts from anyone, and whenever someone stopped by to check up on him, he’d never answer the door. He just wanted to be alone, much like how he was before he met you.

He rubbed his red, aching eyes and spotted a polaroid underneath a beer can, but it wasn’t just any polaroid.

It was a polaroid taken when he first realized he loved you.

Your cheek was flushed against his chest, sleeping figure peaceful and still. He remembered your soft snores and the sound of your breathing, the way you’d tighten your hold around his torso every minute. Steve recalled feeling so- so proud of the thought of you always looking to him as your protector, someone who would save you time and time again.

But not this time.

This time, he was too late.

Steve picked up the small photograph and held it to his chest right beside his heart. He imagined your head on his shoulder again and he could almost feel you there, but when he opened his eyes, you weren’t.

He just simply couldn’t move on. He couldn’t move on from your smile or your laugh or the way your nose would crinckle whenever he said something weird, he just couldn’t. He blamed himself for not being there on time, for not being the hero you thought he was. If he hadn’t gotten so comfortable with the way things were in New York, you would still be alive. And it didn’t take a massive attack to happen, or Hydra trying to take you away,

No. It was a simple man in a mask who held you at gun point at the bank, taking your life when he noticed none other than Captain America barging through the doors.

Steve grimaced in pain at the memory and flung the polaroid across the room. He couldn’t bare to look at it anymore.

He then was about to pop open another bottle of whiskey, until a sudden pound on the door made him stop in his tracks.

“Hey!” The voice shouted. “Capsicle! Open the door!”

Steve rolled his eyes and grunted.

“Either let me in, or you pay for a damaged door in the next ten seconds.”

No response.

“What would y/n say about your constant moping?”

“Y/n’s dead,” Steve mumbled. “Don’t talk about it.”

“Just let me in. Let me make myself a coffee because it’s fucking freezing out here and my balls-”

He didn’t let Tony finish and instantly flung open the front door, not wanting to hear the rest of his sentence.

“Jesus man,” Tony began. “Look at you.”

Stark stared at him for a couple of seconds, a slight worried expression on his face. But Steve didn’t care, he just took a step to the side to let him in, and slammed the door shut.

As requested, Tony began making a cup of coffee while Steve sat on a bar stool, head down with his arms crossed.

“It’s been five months,” Stark spoke up. “And I know that’s not very long, but what you’re doing isn’t going to help you.”

Steve laughed humorlessly. “You think i’m worried about that?”

“Well, no.” Tony pointed at a framed picture of you on the wall, “But she is.”

Turning his head, his eyes softened.

“It was her birthday right?” Stark said, referencing to the photograph.

Steve nodded.

“I remember now. We tricked her and promised not to smash her face in the cake, but we did anyways.”

For the first time in five months, Steve laughed. It almost sounded foreign to him.

“Yeah, but she wasn’t mad,” Rogers added. “She was pissed.”

They both laughed recalling you slinging pieces of frosting from your face onto everyone else, resulting in all of you having to clean for two hours straight.

“You see? It’s okay to remember her, just don’t direct it into something bad.”

Steve stayed quiet.

“I know you think this is your fault, but it’s not-”

“Yes it is.”

“No, it’s not.” Tony interjected. “It isn’t anybody’s fault but that asshole who shot her. It was never because of you.”

“He saw me then shot her. If I never showed up she would still be alive.” Steve countered.

“If you never showed up not only would she die, but the rest of the people in there. You saved lives that day. It may not have been hers, but someone in there could have meant just as much to them as y/n had to you.”

It was silent for a moment and Tony leaned away from the island, placing the coffee mug in the sink.

“Moping around isn’t going to change things. You need to get better, for her and for you.” Stark pulled his jacket on and opened the front door. “I’ll see you later, also shave and cut your hair. You’re starting to look like Bucky and I can’t have two Manchurian Candidates running around all over the damn place.”

Tony slammed the door shut, and once again Steve was consumed with silence.

He didn’t know how long he sat there for, but once the moonlight started to creep in through the balcony, Steve stood up and picked up the polaroid he chucked across the room earlier before going out to the balcony.

As he stood there with arms on the railing, he realized how long he spent just by himself and how he gradually stopped enjoying the things he used to enjoy, as well as drastically losing hours of sleep. He wasn’t what he used to be.

He loved you, god he loved you, so as he stared at the polaroid in between his thumb and pointer finger, he knew he had to let you go.

Empty, that’s all he’d been feeling. But when he remembered your smile, your laugh, or the way your nose would crinkle when he said something weird, he didn’t feel angry anymore.

He’ll always remember you and what could have been. He’ll always remember how your soft skin felt, or how your lips would feel against his, but that was all just memories now.

It’s been five months since your death, and all Steve has is pictures of you. But in the end, he knows you’ll always be there, and he knows he’ll always be your hero.

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Disneyland With Peter

gif made by @peteparkrrs !! <3

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It’s Peter’s birthday, and you both spend the day at Disneyland.

Warnings: none just fluff

Authors Note: enjoy y’all <3

It’s Peter’s birthday in three days and he’s been wanting to go to Disneyland for a while now

So two days before you surprise him with two tickets to Disney + the flight

He gets so so excited and can’t help but pick you up and spin you around

Accidentally slips and both of you tumble to the ground

Wiggles his eyebrows at you because he landed on top of you

“You know...we could-”

“Peter.”

“Y/n.”

On the day of the flight Peter’s bouncing off the walls and just can’t keep still for more than one minute

“Should we bring an umbrella just in case it rains? Or maybe a pancho!”

“Babeee, hurry uuuppp.”

“Pete we have three hours until our flight-”

“Babeee hurry uuuppp.”

Due to Peter’s hyper active energy, he ultimately knocks out during the flight

His head is on your shoulder and you can’t help but smile at his little snores

Once you land and check into your hotel, you both prepare for Disney tomorrow then fall asleep

You wake up to Peter peppering your face with kisses before running around the room to change

You just sit there with half opened eyes and messy hair

Peter then looks over and his heart skips a beat

“Baby, you’re so pretty.”

Your face flushes and you throw a pillow at him

Finally you guys get to Disneyland and your boyfriend’s already dragging you everywhere

“Look Y/n! That’s so cute- No wait! babe this is even better-”

Even though it’s his birthday, Peter’s already spoiling you left and right

“Pete it’s okay you don’t need to buy that for me-”

“Yes I do.”

“No you don’t-”

“Yes I do.”

You secretly buy him a black Disney themed sweater he’s had his eye on all day as another gift

But you won’t give it to him until you’re back at the hotel because you know he’ll fret over you spending money on him

Even though Disney is an innocent place, Peter still worries for your safety

So sometimes when you guys are at a crowded store and Peter doesn’t want to lose you, he shoots a web to your back so he knows where you trail off to

But Peter stops when he hears a kid go, “Mommy look! Webs! Spider-man’s here!”

Let’s just say you both ran out of the store

One of the restaurants gives you a complimentary birthday cake and you laugh as Peter gobbles it down, frosting smeared all over his mouth

“You want frosting? Here have a try-”

“Babe no-”

At the end of the day when you guys are watching the fireworks show, he can’t help but stare at your beaming smile, your face illuminated by the fireworks

It makes him feel all giddy inside knowing you’re happy, and feels so lucky to have such a beautiful amazing person to call his

“Hands down, the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you my angel.”

You giggle and peck his cheek, before pulling Peter by the hand and running to ride the tea cups before the park closes

You’re both exhausted by the time you get back to the hotel; feet sore and sun burned

Before you guys go to bed you give Peter the sweater you bought him

“Baby no, you didn’t need to-”

“Yes I did.”

“No you didn’t-”

“Yes I did.”

In the end he gives in, and absolutely loves it

“How did you know I wanted this?”

“I stare at you a lot, and saw you looking.” You blurt out

Your face reddens when you realize what you just said

But Peter laughs and thinks you’re cute

“If it makes you feel any better, I stare at you a lot too.”

In the end Peter thanks you again for everything you did, and you both snuggle under the covers with smiles on your faces

“Hands down, the best birthday ever.” You hear him whisper again, before later drifting off to sleep

[lokissweater]

Sticky Notes

College!Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You’re the pretty girl Chris sees at the library everyday, and the only way to talk to you, is through notes.

Warnings: just fluff :*

Word Count: 1,525

Authors Note: omg sorry if this is boring :/

There you sat, looking as breathtaking as ever.

When Chris first started college, he knew the number one thing he wanted to focus on, was his school work.

But what he didn’t know, is that you’d come waltzing into the library one day; completely catching his eye as you sat down, pen in hand, writing what he assumed was notes.

As the days went by, Chris grew even more agitated at the lack of ability to talk to you. He didn’t know what it was, but something about you just made it difficult for him to just walk over and strike a conversation; no matter how badly he wanted to.

It was finals week, and as always the library was packed with people. Upon entering, Chris didn’t see you in your usual seat or anywhere, so he figured you took the day to be somewhere else and sat down, a little sad.

He brushed the thought out of his mind though and was about to pull out what he needed until a soft voice spoke up.

“Excuse me, sorry, is this seat taken?”

Chris looked up and almost jumped out of his seat. It was you, looking at him with desperate but sweet eyes. He couldn’t find it in him to speak, and you were just so gorgeous to him, that he shook his head no with a friendly grin and motioned for you to sit down across from him.

You smiled a smile that made him swoon, and you happily plopped down in your seat.

The minutes went on and from time to time, Chris would stop writing and take a peek at you typing away on your computer, when an idea popped into his head.

He took a sticky note and wrote a simple “Hey” with a smiley face on it, before folding it up and discreetly sliding it over to you. Once you realized, you tilted your head to the side in confusion before unfolding the note and reading it.

Chris swore he was about to pass out once he thought you were going to call him out, but you didn’t. Instead, you gave him a cute smile and picked up a pen before scribbling something on it and sliding it back to him.

“Hello! :)” It said.

That action alone made his heart rate pick up, but he acted calm as he wrote down something else, and passed it to you.

“What’s your name?”

You figured he wasn’t talking to you physically because the library was so quiet, and wrote on.

“Y/n, and yours?”

“Chris, It’s nice to meet you y/n.”

“You too!”

Your passing notes went on for quite sometime, and soon you both forgot about studying for finals. Yellow post-it’s littered your table as you wrote on, but after a while your phone buzzed into your pocket, and pulled it out.

A sudden frown etched onto your face, and Chris was a little concerned when you put your phone back into your pocket and stood, but not before quickly scribbling down something and giving it to him.

He watched you walk away in a hurry, but just as you were about to leave the building, you turned back around and waved; pearly whites on full display.

“Sorry, gotta go. But here’s my number! text me when you’d like x.”

As promised, your number was written below, and Chris felt a smile begin to grow on his face.

That night on the way home, you both were texting nonstop until finally, Chris popped a question he’d been dying to ask since he first saw you.

“I’m sorry if this is sudden, but can I take you out on a date sometime?”

When you took over a minute to respond, he began regretting his decision. What if you thought he was creepy? Passing you notes at the library instead of actually speaking to you? What if he was being a little quick? What if-

His thinking was cut short when his phone buzzed, and he hurriedly unlocked it realizing it was you.

“Of course!! Meet me tomorrow at 6 pm for coffee?”

Chris breathed out a laugh. He was absolutely relieved, and absolutely ecstatic about your response. He never imagined such a stunning person like you, could ever agree to go out with a guy like him.

In his life, Chris never really had any luck with dating. He’s tried, but none of them lasted very long or held any significance to him. He felt kind of bad, but the feeling went away once he thought about his date with you.

Until his phone buzzed again.

“Will we pass notes or talk? Just want to be prepared with sticky notes and a pen <3”

This made him laugh and thought your text was the cutest thing before responding.

“Talk :)”

———

Chris sat there at the coffee shop anxiously waiting for you to arrive. He felt he had the smartest idea to get there fifteen minutes before six, leaving him to feel all types of ways upon your arrival.

So he sat there, hands folded neatly on top of the table with his head down trying not to puke. It wasn’t until someone pushed out the chair across from him and sat down that he decided to look up. It was you, and you looked rather radiant to him. You smelled strongly of strawberries and it almost drove him crazy when he concluded that he liked the scent.

“Hey.” You greeted with a smooth voice. He realized he’s never heard your actual voice besides whispering, and you haven’t heard his at all.

“Hey,” He began. “How was your day?”

“Eh, it was alright.” You shrugged, but then you peered up at him, a glint in your eye. “Better now.”

Chris laughed. “Oh really?”

“Mhm,” You hummed. “I finally get to drink some coffee, why else?”

Your smart remark made him grin. “I see, she’s got jokes.”

“-And money. What do you want to drink?”

“Oh no It’s okay, I’ll pay-”

“It’s fine! I don’t mind.” You said sweetly, and he was about to stand as well until you bolted from your spot next to him and into the line, giving him a devilish grin.

As you ordered, Chris couldn’t help but feel astonished. He’d never met a person like you, and the way you were making him feel in this very moment completely threw him off.

“While I was in line I concluded hot chocolate sounded better at the moment, so I got that for us. Is that okay?” You asked, and your worried expression made his eyes soften.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He beamed and took the cup from you. You sat there with a blank face and flushed cheeks, and he once again swooned at the sight; taking a mental note to call you that again sometime.

The night went on, and it didn’t take very long for you both to feel comfortable with each other, talking about almost anything. Chris learned so many things about you, and each little thing he grew to love on the spot, same thing applying for you.

You both were there for so long that you eventually got kicked out of the coffee shop due to it’s closing hours, and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad that your date was ending.

“I had a really good time.” You said as he walked you to your car.

“Me too, we should do it again sometime.”

“How about two days from now at 4 pm? I’ll meet you at the library.” You suggested, getting into your car. Chris closed the door for you and you started the engine before rolling the drivers seat window down.

“Deal,” He agreed. “I’ll see you then sweetheart.”

You nodded, and just when he was about to step away to let you back out, you lunged your head out of the window and fisted his shirt; lips crashing together.

It took a moment for Chris to register what you had just done, but once he did, he cupped your face in his hands and deepened the kiss; your lips tasted like chocolate and he couldn’t get enough of it.

You then pulled away breathless, shooting him a smile and a kiss on the cheek before slowly backing out of the parking lot and driving off.

He stood there in the dark empty lot for a while, dazed with the feeling of your lips still lingering on his. He didn’t realize how cold it actually was though, until he snapped out of his trance and quickly unlocked his car to drive home.

Once he arrived to his apartment, he changed into his sleeping attire and got under the covers ready to sleep, but not before sending you a quick text.

“Thank you for coming today :)”

Chris didn’t expect a response from you until tomorrow morning, but he was proven wrong when his phone buzzed. Your response made him laugh for the millionth time that night before he put down his phone and went to bed, a smile on his face.

“Of course! Where else would I get hot chocolate?”

[lokissweater]

A Girl Worth Fighting For

Boxer!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom is fighting another intense match, and you’re scared for his life.

Warnings: foul language, a lil angst, might be a bit brutal in one part.

One hit, and another, and another.

This wasn’t normal of Tom. He was one of the best boxers in your city, and for him to willingly take brutal hits damn near made you scream.

One of his alltime favorite hobbies was boxing. He grew up training non stop until he finally was able to make a career out of it, but with everything in life, it has its cons.

You stood there outside the ring, gnawing at your nails and sweating anxiously. You wanted so badly to just run up there and pull him out of the ring, but you just couldn’t.

His opponent was a big buff dude that looked like he could knock out two people at once, but you knew Tom, you knew he could beat this guy.

So why was he on the ground?

You were crying at this point; watching your boyfriend take swings on the ground defenseless was absolute torture, so when the referee blew the whistle, you instantly lunged into the ring despite it being what Tom’s coach told you not to do.

He sat there on a stool at the edge of the ring, blood dripping from his nose and bruises all over his face. His eyes were red and puffy, arms lazily draped over the two ropes beside him, head hung low. You could tell he didn’t want you to see him like this.

“Y/n, baby, just go sit down It’s alright-”

“Are you kidding me?!” You cried, voice slightly muffled due to the crowds screaming. “Tom, look at you! You can’t continue this match-”

“I have to-”

“Babe, how would you feel if you saw me get beat to a pulp by someone?”

“I’d beat their ass that’s what I would do-”

“How would you feel?”

“..Terrible.” He muttered.

You looked at him with sad eyes, and in that moment Tom just held his arms out for you, gently pulling you into an embrace. His cheek pressed against your stomach and you ran your fingers through his sweaty curls, caressing his other cheek.

“15 seconds!” The ref called.

“I know this is your job my love, and whatever you choose to do, I’ll support you. But please, please, be careful.” You said.

“Five seconds!”

Quickly, you crouched down to his level and held his hands in yours, eyes locked. “Win this for you, yeah? I know what you can do, I love you.”

Tom’s eyes softened then and he leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours. You didn’t care that he was sweaty, you kissed that man with everything that you had until sadly, the referee blew his final whistle.

While Tom put his mouth guard back on, you slung both legs over the rope and back down to your seat, anxiously watching his coach prep him before walking to the middle of the ring to face his rival again.

The match continued, and you cradled your hands into your chest, fear evident in your eyes.

Tom dodged multiple of his opponents hits, earning a roar from the crowd and a slight smile from you. You could tell he was sharper this time around, and you couldn’t help but bounce on your heels when Tom sucker punched him; knocking him to the ground.

“1!”

The crowd started circling around the ring, screaming and cheering as Tom held him in place.

“2!”

In the midst of all this, he looked up and scanned over the crowd, his eyes finally finding yours. He gave you a little grin; eyes hooded and swollen, but he still stood tall for you. A smile spread across your face, hands shaking from the adrenaline.

“3!”

The crowd roared, droplets of beer were thrown all over the arena, cups and certain personal belongings flying through the air, but you took zero notice of it as you looped through the ropes and ran to Tom’s awaiting embrace.

Your bodies crashed together as he leaned back lifting you off the ground, one hand on the back of your head while the other wrapped securely around your waist.

“Oh thank god!” You breathed out, tightening your grip around his neck. You were proud of his win of course, but it wasn’t just that.

You were happy he was safe.

“I know you said to win this for me,” He panted, “but I won this for us.”

You felt your heart burst in your chest as you lifted your head to look at him, tears welling up.

“Aw sweetheart, don’t cry.” He said gently, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “Come on, lets go home.”

Tom put you back on the ground and helped you off the ring, all while being led to the backroom and away from the noise. When you got there, you helped clean up the fresh wounds and dry blood on his face, applying soothing cream in needed areas before helping his bruised body change into a hoodie and sweats.

“I love you.” He said once you were done, “Always.”

You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile, “I love you too, wanna go get ice cream?”

“Oh hell yes.” He breathed out and took your hand in his before walking out of the building.

Even through all the punches and slams, Tom was happy, because he got to see your pretty face again.

[lokissweater]

Tending Peter’s Wounds

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight foul language, mentions of smut (not really tho).

Authors Note: hope y’all enjoy!! requests are open too :*

Tending to Peters wounds would include:

Him stumbling through your window unexpectedly

But you’re slightly used to it, so you’d quickly help him up and sit him down on your bed

The entire time Peter would try to tell you he’s fine

But the constant wincing and grunts told you otherwise

So while you’re helping him, you’d ask him to put a hand on your shoulder for support

But he misses

“Peter that’s my boob.”

“Oops-”

Though you’ll never know, he’d actually do it on purpose

Also won’t hesitate to tell you that you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

“You’re cute, we should date.”

Wondering why you’re dating a dork like him

But then he’d give you that cute little grin he always does and then you’d remember

When you’re done with his wound, you’d help him take off his suit and get into bed

Peter then would yank you in with him and wrap his arms around you, missing the warmth you always brought to him

Always thanking the heavens above for making someone like you

Runs his hand along your back to lull you to sleep

“Peter that’s my ass.”

“Oops-”

Him waking up the next morning to see your peaceful sleeping state

The sun would shine through your curtains and illuminate the outline of your body, making Peter fall for you all over again

He’d run his fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead

But then he’d feel his spider senses telling him there’s trouble in Queens

Peter would be absolutely irritated, but he knew it was his job

And he wouldn’t have it any other way

So he’d write you a cute little note telling you he’d be back and place it on your nightstand

Before quietly leaving through your shared apartments window to be the friendly neighborhood spider-man

You’d wake up soon later and see his note

It’d make you smile and feel all giddy inside before getting up and starting your day

Meanwhile Peter would be swinging through Queens, you always on his mind

But that would cause him to accidentally crash into a giant billboard

He’d stay on the ground though, with his slightly aching body and forming bruises, and yet still,

He wouldn’t have it any other way