It’s 11:11 pm and I have only one wish. In case you didn’t know I am still missing you. I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your eyes, your hands, your hugs, your kiss. So, what is my wish about? I guess to stop wishing for you to come back cause honey let’s face it, you won’t.
Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.
Word Count: 1,221
Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Desperation, Mention of partying, Mention of loneliness
I know everyone talks about how Steve is an artist and went to art school but I truly believe that Tony is an artist too. I’m not talking about artist in a creator sense but as a designing and drawing kind of way.
I mean does one look at how wonderfully drawn the Mark-1 designs are in IM1? They are so detailed and intricate and the only person who could have drawn them is him. To validate that Yinsen asks Tony what all the papers are and he puts them together to show Yinsen the Mark-1 suit.
Plus he probably needed a way to design and create the objects in his head as a genius kid and might not have all the tools yet so he took to pen and paper and taught himself the skill to draw out intricate designs and learn how art, perspectives and proportions work so that he can create a base idea of how the invention is going to look.
So we fast forward to when the Avengers all live in the tower together and Steve visits Tony everyday and sketches or does paperwork while just being in the presence of the genius. Tony always asks to see Steve’s art with great enthusiasm. Steve always obliges because who is he to deny Tony anything really.
It became routine that Steve was the artist and Tony the inventor but one day when Steve falls asleep on the couch. Tony gets a bit of a roadblock in his inventing and needs a bit of stress relief. Trying to stay away from bad habits and is a bit tired of playing with his bots (daddy needs some alone time okay?) he notices Steve’s sketchbook laying on his chest. Carefully Tony plucks the book from Steve and opens to a new page and begins to doodle in the notebook. Once he finishes he doesn’t think to remove the sketches because it’s Steve he knows everything and Tony doesn’t really think about it much after putting the sketchbook back where he got it from.
Later Steve is going through his pad to find a page filled with art sketches that are completely in a different style than his own making him sure that he was not the one to draw this. He begins to wonder who in the world took his pad to draw in when he realized that all the sketches were of the workshop and there is only one other person who knows the place so intricately as him: Tony Stark. At this point he is flabbergasted at the fact that not only is Tony an outstanding artist but also the fact that it never occurred to him that Tony might be when he was a genius creator and inventor.
Steve carefully extracts the sketches from his notebook and finds a frame to put them in and hangs it in his room. He thinks it’s special and he wants to cherish it but he’s also possessive and selfish enough to not want to share this part of Tony with anyone.
It was in that moment when he finally placed the sketches on his wall besides his window that he wants to be with Tony. That this man was perfect for him. They already do what most couples do except the romantic parts of the relationship and Steve could imagine waking up in the morning and drawing a naked sleeping Tony tangled in their bedsheets.
So after getting a pep talk from both Sam and Natasha, because those two have been smacking him around to actually go ask the other man out, Steve asks Tony to go to a paint session with him in his art studio one flow above the workshop and order take-in.
They spend their first date painting each other Tony deciding to go more abstract while Steve goes more literal and having fun while drinking expensive wine (Tony drinks cranberry juice because he wants to get alcohol out of his life) and just having fun.
At the end they reveal the paintings and Steve loved the painting Tony did of him and vise versa but this is the first time Tony has ever actually showcased his art skills and is taken aback at how positively happy Steve is with his piece. He tries to down play it but Steve just glares at Tony hotly before deciding to hang it up on the wall of his favorite art pieces.
Tony placed Steve’s next to it and that is how art Thursdays become a monthly thing for them.
Bonus: on their wedding day they made everyone including themselves wear white and started a paint war completely ruining their suits but later after they have come back from their honey moon they find them encased in glass in Steve’s studio with a plank on each one says:
I saw a deleted scene from Reel Steel where Hugh Jackman is shirtless and then puts on a shirt, and besides the fact that he’s incredibly sexy, I couldn’t help but think…”What the fuck is he wearing ?” cause that shirt is…I don’t know I just find it funny. So…Here we go with a short and shitty Wolverine thing, because…Yeah. Boom, here, hope you’ll like it :
It was still rather early in the morning when you felt Logan’s side of the bed shift, and you groan as he slipped the arm that was under your head away, and stood up. You slowly opened one eye. In the light of the rising sun, you could see his naked silhouette gathering some clothes from his wardrobe. Damn he looked good. You wanted him to come back to bed…
-Logan, honey, it’s like - you quickly looked at your alarm clock- 6 am…Oh my god it’s 6 fucking am ! It’s Sunday, and you’re up at 6 am. The Hell is wrong with you ?
You heard him chuckle as he put on some boxers and pants. You gave him a disappointed pout, because you wanted to check him out some more, and he just smiled at you, giving you one of his sexy wink he reserved for you only.
-I promised Cap’ we’d go on a motorcycle ride today, road trip you know. So we can talk about old times and such.
You rolled your eyes to the sky, but couldn’t help the smile creeping on your face. To the surprise of many, the Wolverine was actually a great friend. Once you went threw his layers of being a bit rough and broody and a “lone wolf”, he was great to be around. He was always there for his close one, and if someone needed him, wether it was to talk, get drunk, or just hang out…He was up for it. Still, you sometime had trouble sharing.
I work at a run down gas station right off the highway into a seedy city. I work the opening shift 40+ hours a week on a dependable schedule with a boss I get along with, so it’s pretty great work. The only down side is that I usually work this shift alone, so any bathroom runs are done during a lull in customers.
We get a lot of regulars, even early in the morning, because of the Baskin Donuts that’s inside our store. One particular herd of regulars came in during the morning rush. Three 20-somethings who always parked in our ONE handicap spot, right by the door. As a pretty laid back clerk, I don’t care if you park at our pumps to run in for coffee and cigarettes- as long as you’re not a dick about it. But we only have ONE handicap spot for this entire building and these brats used it EVERY time for months for their coffee and cigars and redbull.
They weren’t my favorite but whatever.
This group comes in one day when I’m in the bathroom, it happens, I’m never longer than 3 minutes unless something is killing me on the inside. I come around the counter after washing my hands doing the whole gig
“Hi! Good morning, sorry about the wait. What can I get you?”
C: -Glares at me and motions towards the single redbull on the counter, saying nothing-
“Okay.. *rings it up* Anything else?”
C: -throws the money on the counter, continues to glare and say nothing-
(Now this is where I’ll point out that today was not a great day on my part. First day of my Period, and I’ve spent all week stressed to the max because my cat was diagnosed with Diabetes and I had dropped 600$ on that alone)
I match her silence and ring her up for the redbull and make a point to drop her change into her hand, which she had outstretched expectantly, all the while with her pissed expression.
“Have a nice day! Oh- and so you know I would recommend parking somewhere else next time.”
This girl snaps her head back and starts yelling as she walks towards the door “Well it’s not my fucking car so it’s not -my fucking problem-. Can you BELIEVE she just asked me to move the car (to her friends who had the door open) Fucking FAT BITCH.”
She made a point to stop and spit this at me before she left.
Now I’m PISSED. Visibly shaking. Over a 3 minute wait, really? When my manager came back from the bank I told her what happened and how I would NOT be serving them after that.
And I didn’t. You don’t get to come in here and call me Fat Bitch and expect me to sell you your redbull and your cigars. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in retail- taking her product and demurring “Oh I’m sorry- I can’t help you. I would suggest trying somewhere else.” and turning my back to her until she left in a huff.
But she kept coming back?? Like, honey, this can only go on for so long. Finally she pulled out the ‘Can I speak to your manager?’ I just SMILED and went to the back.
My manager fights for her employees, and she had heard about this incident from me and several of the Baskin Donut employees who had been working at the time. I was not worried.
So my Manager A comes around the corner and the girl starts going on about how:
* I refused to serve her after making her wait 20 minutes while I was in the bathroom. (wat)
* Everyone she knows that goes here hates me (false I know all the regulars quite well)
*And I’m always so miserable and angry looking at my job it’s just obvious that I hate being here. (again- bitch you don’t know me)
My Manager A just looks at her and tells her how she’s wrong (in several ways) and mentions how she left off the part where I was called a Fat Bitch. And since I was. HUMAN BEING she wouldn’t be forcing me to serve her.( To which the customer gave me a once over, wrinkled her nose and went 'Ew’) Like asshole we’re talking about me being a human being not if you find my jiggly ass pleasing!
I haven’t seen her since. It was an amazing ego boost though.
TLDR: Able Customer gets angry when I suggest they don’t park in the handicap spot at work, calls me a fat bitch and gets angry that I won’t sell to her. Manager stands up for me and tells customer I’m a human being who doesn’t have to put up with that.