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MY HEART

you are the most beautiful person, and this meant so so much to me

I read this to my mum and she went "aww, you really love that community in your life, huh?"

and I was like BABE ARE YOU READING THIS

your feedback and comment meant the absolute world to me (though apologies for making you cry at work), miss you dearly and thank you once again for putting the biggest smile on my face 🫶🏻

Hello again, as I said in the comments to your amazing imagine if you wanted to do a part 2 to your Stark!reader and Druig then I’d be ecstatic! I would love to see more of their dynamic whether it’s them meeting and we get protective older brother Tony or even after this and we get protective Pepper and Morgan! Either way, thank you! ❤️

eternity with you (king of concern, part 2)

pairing: druig x fem!stark!reader

summary: as druig plans to ask for your hand in marriage, he finds himself reminiscing all the moments that tied his heart to yours for eternity

warnings: mentions of grief and loss, a smidge of insecurity, a couple of tense moments, but mainly soft Druig fluff

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 3.4k (the stories just take me somewhere, okay?)

*✧ part one | eternals masterlist | main masterlist | ask | taglist ✧*

Druig had known unbelievable joy. Thanks to you, every day felt like a blessing. It had been two years since the day that he first asked you out, heart splayed out across your brother’s laboratory, and he was convinced that it was the fastest that human years had passed in the centuries that he had been alive.

Leaning against the doorframe at the Stark’s cabin, he looked out at you now, fondly. You were playing with Morgan outside, going out of your way to make a fool of yourself to utter giggle after glorious giggle from your six-year-old companion. He couldn’t help but break into a smile of pure adoration, he was so beyond enamoured with you.

He knew that you were made for each other - you had clearly inherited the same brilliant wit as your brother, which not only benefited billions worldwide, but kept him on his toes, and you possessed a stubbornness that rivalled his own. You were his soulmate, your very existence convincing him of the notion he’d previously deemed preposterous. It figured then, that that very same stubbornness would be his downfall. For, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he could not bring himself to ask for your hand in marriage without your brother’s blessing.

Now, as he watched your gentle and unwavering devotion to Morgan, he wondered for the first time in his existence whether, some day, he would make as good a father as you would make a mother, and let himself briefly imagine what that would look like. When his thoughts wandered to whether you would even want that with him in return, he found himself reminiscing the moments that led up to his now surety that he was put on this Earth to be with you.

…

Druig would remember the day that you met for the rest of his life, however long that may be.

Deviants had run loose on New York, and their evolution had been so rapid that Tony Stark had called jurisdiction and firmly advised the Eternals to collaborate with the Avengers. Initially, the Eternals had been against this plan, not appreciating being told what to do by a mortal that clearly had an ego problem, but Ajak admired the Avengers and their noble sacrifices for the sake of humanity, and dragged their sorry arses to the Avengers Compound for their first official “team meeting”.

He was embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t noticed you for a good portion of that first meeting, too consumed in his disappointment with Tony’s sub-par catering. There was not a snack in the meeting room, and he had found himself consumed with that very thought until he heard a mellifluous new voice fill the room.

“Actually, Tony, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about a new prototype I created that would be a great help against the Deviants, it’s a-”

“Not now, dear, the adults are talking.”

You’d scoffed, evidently preparing a retort when Druig himself had decided to pipe up.

“Well, who might you be, gorgeous?” He’d regarded you then, gleeful eyes devouring your figure. He recalled mentally cursing himself for having been so lost in his thoughts to have not seen your beauty previously.

He noticed the way Captain America’s eyebrows had shot up as he immediately glanced at Tony Stark with wide eyes, incredulous at Druig’s audacity. However, before even Tony could retort with a witty quip or a sarcastic word of warning, your sweet voice filled the room once more, aimed at none other than Druig himself.

An eyebrow raised, you’d folded your arms in challenge. “What’s it to you, emo Eternal?”

The Captain and Hawkeye sniggered to themselves, while a few other Avengers glared, eyes wide, between you, Tony, and himself. Druig had ignored them, narrowing his eyes and smirking at you as he raised his head in approval. He felt his heart hammer as you mirrored his stance in reply.

“Okaaay, well we’re just going to go ahead and ignore whatever the hell this is-”, Tony started, gesturing in disgust between the two of you, before lifting his head to acknowledge the rest of the team in the crowded room, “-and get back to discussing our mission, ya know, saving humankind from these freaks of nature? No offence, Banner.”

“Wha-”

“Moving on…”

After the meeting, he’d watched as you packed up your notebook and quickly snuck out of the meeting room behind you. He knew he risked looking desperate but was so intrigued by you - you’d caught his attention far quicker than any other mortal had in the centuries that he had lived. He wondered if your repartee had been a fluke, and was determined to find out.

He watched as you moved into what appeared to be a private kitchen area, and sighed to yourself in defeat. “Just one prototype Tony, just give me the time of day to look at one measly prototype - is it really that hard?”

Druig’s heart had melted at the sight of your clear desire to be acknowledged, he had only just met you, but he could tell from your eloquence and your determined attempts to provide suggestions to the team in support of the mission, despite countless dismissals, that you were an undeniable asset, and were seriously underappreciated. He just had no idea how to prove it to you.

Before he had time to generate a pep talk worthy of you, he’d stumbled forward, losing his balance for the briefest moment, but enough that you would notice him in the next heartbeat. Instead, Druig made the split-second decision to pace towards you, returning to his default charm before you could notice the sincerity behind his suave facade.

“Well hello again, gorgeous,” He’d begun, taking in his realisation that, at your shorter stature, the two of you would fit together in an embrace like perfectly matched jigsaw pieces. Oh, how he longed to hold you. “Tell me, where are the snacks around here? Besides you, of course.”

Nudging his shoulder playfully against yours, he watched you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Oh, you’re going to take a lot of patience, aren’t you?”

He’d give it to you, you’d have someone less perceptive fooled, but you couldn’t hide your clear amusement at his words from him. No, he knew you were just as smitten as he was.

Looking down at you with a smirk, Druig leaned against the counter, bringing his face closer to yours. “I’m worth it.”

A wry laugh had followed, as you regarded the cocky Eternal before you. “I bet you are.”

He watched in awe and fascination as you spun on your heels, escaping his proximity. Walking over to the pantry, you had considered the options before throwing a familiar box towards him. Catching the box with ease, and immediately studying it, Druig had chuckled to himself. Looking back up at you with a raised eyebrow, he’d smirked, “How’d you know Twinkies were my favourite?”

“Oh, didn’t you know? Mind reading is fairly common these days, you’re nothing special.”

Scoffing at your audacity, he’d found the courage to pull you towards him, relishing in your receptiveness to his touch. He bit a lip as he marvelled at you, a gleam in his eye. “Is that so? I guess I’ll have to show you how special I am.”

“-Hey Miss Stark, sorry for bothering you but I just wanted to say that I’d love to have a look at your prototype if you were okay with that but- oh! You’re busy! I’ll…just find you again later, bye!”

You’d chuckled at Spider-Man’s rambling, and Druig had watched in admiration as you sighed contentedly, evidently affirmed by the kid’s offer. Suddenly, you had a shimmer of mischief in your eyes as you looked back up at Druig. “You know, you have about half an hour before he accidentally tells my brother what he saw, right?”

Druig leaned forward, wondering how it was possible for you to be even more breathtaking the closer he got to closing the distance between you. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned your eyes, “And what exactly did he see, m’darlin?”

You rolled your eyes, silently conceding that he had a point. “Well, as lovely as this has been, I should really go do damage control before that endearing boy lands me another delightful Tony lecture. Enjoy your snacks, o ancient one.”

Druig had chuckled, suddenly grateful for Ajak’s big, pathetic heart.

…

Weeks had passed, and Druig had loved every second he had spent annoying you in desperate bids for your attention. He’d been touched when, the morning of their next team meeting, a box of Twinkies had suddenly appeared in his room in the Compound. When he’d arrived at the meeting and locked eyes with you, he’d winked, silently thanking you for your thoughtfulness.

From that day on, every time Druig’s presence was required at a meeting, a random snack appeared just beforehand. At first, only Twinkies, but as the time progressed you got more adventurous with your recommendations, and Druig was more than grateful.

He’d always intended to pay you back somehow, to show you that you were more than eye-candy to him, but he’d never had an idea worthy of you. He resolved instead to gaze adoringly at you every moment that he could during meetings, drowning out your brother’s voice in favour of memorising the constellation of freckles on your face. He longed to know what you truly thought of him, whether you’d ever give him a chance, but the moment he’d witnessed your walls falling before him that very first day, he silently vowed that he’d never read your mind, and he had no intentions of breaking that promise.

…

A month after you’d first met, however, proved to be Druig’s first real challenge. The thought that Tony had an issue with his seemingly endless supply of personal snack foods had crossed Druig’s mind, but since Tony had remained silent, he figured it wasn’t harming anyone, and the risk was worth it if it gave him a chance to see that dazzling dimpled smile of yours.

The Deviants had been evolving rapidly, in size, ability, and number, and the team was starting to feel the pressure - Tony most of all. If Druig had been able to pay attention to anything other than the way that you furiously scribbled your notes, tongue determinedly poking through your lips, and eyebrows furrowed adorably in concentration, he would’ve known not to do anything to draw attention to himself - Tony was not in the mood.

“If we could find some way of capturing a Deviant, I might be able to perform some tests and study them?” Banner offered, “I can’t promise it’ll be much help, but it feels more logical to focus on understanding them, especially the way that they evolve, than just clobbering them all the time. It’s our best chance.”

“Oh, right, of course!” Kingo responded, sarcastically, “Why didn’t we think of that? Let’s just capture one, hey guys?”

Sprite chuckled, nudging Kingo in response as she smirked approvingly.

“I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that, Doctor,” Ajak confessed, glaring at the misbehaving Eternals. “And even if we did capture one, we don’t know how the rest of them would respond. We could be putting humankind in more danger than they’re already facing.”

“Gee whiz, if only we had some mechanism to stun a pack of Deviants that would buy us enough time to isolate them before they could communicate with the rest.” You announced sarcastically.

“y/n, we don’t have the time to waste on-”

At the sight of you faltering at your brother’s commanding tone, Druig couldn’t help but speak up. “I’m with y/n-” His heart leapt as you sat upright, thankful for the support. “-I’ve had to watch these monsters tear civilisations apart for centuries, and if she’s thought up a way to isolate a pack from the others and stop them communicating that even the almighty Tony Stark hasn’t, I say we give it a go.”

As you beamed up at him from across the table, the rest of the room seemed to melt away, all that existed was the two of you and the silent connection you shared. That was, until the Spider Boy piped up and ruined everything.

Leaning on his fist, he turned to Ant-Man and whispered, “Don’t they make the most beautiful couple?”

Having just sipped from his coffee, Tony loudly spluttered, “COUPLE?”

Glaring between you and Druig, Tony clenched his teeth. “My office. Both of you. NOW.”

As he firmly closed the door behind the two of you, Tony moved to sit at his desk and Druig couldn’t help himself. “You know, for someone who Phastos regards as ‘one of the greatest technological minds’, you’re a real idiot. You must be real stressed to pull us out of a time-sensitive meeting to-”

“Look kid, we need all the help I can get on this mission and the last thing I need to be worrying about right now is my sister and some punk who thinks he’s good enough for her.”

His heart had taken shrapnel at that comment, he saw the pity in your eyes as you turned to Tony, probably in some attempt to defend him. That was the kind of selfless person you were, after all.

Druig took a different approach, sick of Tony’s ego. “Who are you calling kid? I’m centuries older than you.”

Tony scoffed. “I don’t know what you think you are, kid, but you’re not a God-.”

“Neither are you.”

Locked in a staring contest standing chest to chest with Tony, Druig only relented when he felt your arm gently pulling him back.

“…Well, I think that we’re quite done here. I’ll walk you home Druig.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “He’s an Eternal, he doesn’t have a home, y/n.”

”Well I’m about to find him one,” You’d replied, face crinkled into the most adorable attempt at intimidation he’d ever seen. Druig’s heart practically exploded with fondness as you turned back to your brother, arm still firmly holding him by your side as you reached for the door handle. “Goodbye, Tony.”

He'd followed suit, mockingly mouthing “Bye, Tony”, hot on your heels.

…

Tony had died just a few weeks later in one of the most noble sacrifices Druig had ever witnessed. Sure that you would never forgive him for ruining one of your last memories of your brother, he’d kept his distance, watching you from afar and swearing to Tony that he’d keep you safe. Even if that meant he’d never know the warmth of your embrace. He figured it was a miniscule sacrifice compared to Tony’s heroic deed, but it was more painful than Druig could have ever imagined.

Then, miraculously, you’d forgiven him. He’d opened his heart to you, and you’d accepted him. Just as he was, and had given him the chance to repay all your kindness with one glorious opportunity to go out together.

He smiled sadly now, as he remembered Tony’s words: the last thing I need to be worrying about right now is my sister and some punk who thinks he’s good enough for her.

Druig had been called many things, had suffered unbearable pain, but those words had haunted him in every waking second from that day. It was a wound that even he had been unable to heal, and an insecurity that had dug at him every opportunity he had to ask you to be his forever.

“They’re gorgeous together, aren’t they?” Pepper’s voice pulled him out of his lament. “Morgan’s so lucky to have her.”

He smiled politely at Pepper as he turned towards her, “I think they’re lucky to have each other.”

Pepper matched his smile and sighed contentedly. “Druig, I know how much you care for y/n, and I think it’s the right time to give you Tony’s final gift.”

Startled by her words, Druig pulled himself off the door frame he’d been leaning against and followed Pepper into the lounge room. As he lowered himself onto the couch, he saw a hologram of Tony appear across the room. In his shock, he didn’t notice Pepper leave the room to give him his privacy.

“Hey kid. Yeah, I know you hate when I call you that, but just deal with it, alright? If you’re seeing this, it means that I’ve passed on. Which also means that I’ve put everyone I love, including y/n, through considerable pain. And for that I’m truly sorry. You may be wondering, rightfully so, why on Earth I’ve made a video for Pepper to pass on to you in the event of my death. We butted heads a lot during my time on Earth, but, it’s also come to my attention that you really are madly in love with my sister. Yes, I noticed the longing in your countless, and I mean countless, stares directed at her during meetings that you really needed to be focusing on. And I saw the way she looked at you. The day she marched you out of my office was the day I knew she was really, truly, smitten. I’m sure the next question that you naturally have is, how do I feel about the two of you inevitably ending up together someday and the answer is: I’m all for it. Shock! Horror! It’s true, you annoy the living daylights out of me, but I’ve seen the way that you fiercely protect the ones you love. And I respect that. So, if y/n is someone you truly love, I have no doubt that you’re going to do everything that is in your, ugh, impressive power, to keep her safe. And that you’ll love her with everything you have. So, I guess what I’m saying is, you have my blessing. Treat her well, Druig. Protect her for me.”

As the room filled with silence once more, Druig sat in disbelief. He finally had the permission he had so desperately been seeking, and for the first time in his existence, felt truly complete.

Returning to his spot in the doorway, he looked out at you and watched you wave bashfully before smirking and leaning down to Morgan. A millisecond later and she was sprinting over at him excitedly, but he ran out and met her halfway, sweeping her up into his arms and walking over to where you stood near the lake. As he approached you, Druig took in the sight before him - the way that you positively glowed as the sun hit you, a true image of perfection.

He placed Morgan on the ground and whispered something to her, prompting her to run inside to her mother waiting in the kitchen. He turned back to you, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Hi”

“Hi, my love.” You replied, smiling up at him.

“I’ve been thinking,” Druig begin, gently brushing hair off your forehead.

“Mm?” You hummed, contentedly.

“What good is being an Eternal if I can’t spend an eternity with you?”

You paused, touched at the sentiment but clearly concerned about where this was going. “Druig, what are you-”

He pulled away then, lowering himself until he was on one knee, watching as your beauteous face morphed from confused to emotional. “y/n, you truly are more than just the love of my life. You’re my saviour, my inspiration. I’m convinced that I was put on this Earth to be with you, to tend to your every need, and to worship you like the divine being that you are. I truly believe that I will be miserable for the rest of my life if I don’t get to wake up to that beautiful face of yours every day, and to hold you so close that our hearts beat as one. So, y/n, would you please marry this emo Eternal, so that he can spend an eternity trying to convince you that he’s worthy of your love?”

Even with tears flooding your face, the sight of your enthusiastic nod, and the mellifluous sound of your reply would remain Druig’s most treasured memory. You’d kissed him then, dropping to your knees in the grass to meet him in excitement. As you embraced, he glanced back to the house, where he could swear he saw the glimmering figure of Tony beaming right next to a crying Pepper and a confused Morgan.

a/n: hello lovely humans! I know that a bunch of you have been long awaiting this part 2 to my original druig x fem!stark!reader request (king of concern) and I am so sorry that it took so long for me to get around to it. I hope that it lives up to your expectations, and that it provides you as much fluffy escapism as it gave me 🥰

I would like to say a special thank you to @wordsaresimple-imnot for inspiring me to get off my lazy butt and write this, and for giving me the cutest ideas which I hopefully did justice! I hope that you in particular enjoy this story, lovely, thank you for your faith in me!

as always, please let me know if you liked this (I was so nervous writing my first ever part 2 to a story!), and especially let me know if you have any favourite lines or moments - when people quote my stories back to me it literally melts my heart (and I re-read them on bad days) ☺️ please also feel free to request more moody boy stories, I absolutely adore writing for Druig!

tags: @carpediem1219, @wordsaresimple-imnot, @gloryofroses19 💗

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Hi Daniella, first of all your blog is one of my favourites and your writing is really lovely 😊

Second, I have an idea for a fanfic, would you like to write a female! x reader for the maze runner with Newt? . In which the reader is a Med Jack and one night during the bonfire Newt enters in the fight circle and gets hurt. And as the reader is the only one who is sober enought to take care of him, she takes him to the Med Jack hunt. But Newt drunk to much and confess his feelings for the reader, without realizing.

Sorry if is too long or specific, I would understand if you don't have time to do it

Anyway your blog is fantastic so keep going ❤❤❤

second chances

pairing: newt (maze runner) x fem!med-jack!reader

summary: newt injures himself in the fight circle, leading to drunken confessions about his favourite med-jack

warnings: brief mentions of insecurity and allusions to previous attempts at self-harm

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 980 words

*✧ maze runner masterlist | main masterlist | ask | taglist ✧*

You are well and truly surrounded by idiots. You figured that your explicit medical instructions would have been taken seriously given your status as one of the only med-jacks in the Glade, and the fact that it didn’t take a genius to realise that any physical activity on a broken leg was a dumb idea. Yet here you were, watching one of the most sensible Gladers drunkenly step himself into the fight circle. It seemed that Gally’s special drink had disarmed Newt’s senses, he even winked at you as he wobbled towards his opponent. You rolled your eyes.

You had to admit you were conflicted. On one hand, it was clumsy and stupid for Newt to be risking the leg that you had spent months monitoring as he healed from his…injury. But on the other hand, you knew what misery those months had been for him, and knew that he needed these nights of bliss, bonding with the other Gladers and feeling like the teenage boy he was. Recklessness was a typical theme in the Glade after all.

The two of you had bonded significantly over those months, sharing much more than time as you both adjusted to life in the Glade. A second life for Newt. This developing closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by the other Gladers. Minho in particular found joy in teasing the both of you daily, constantly whispering to Newt and giggling. You found it adorably annoying, which summed Minho up perfectly.

As if you had summoned him with your thoughts, Minho’s drunken rambling reached your ears across the Fight Circle crowd. “Hey, y/n, don’t miss your loooover boy in the ring! He can’t impress you if you’re not even watchingggg.”

Your scoff drowned out in the sea of oohs and aahs and kissy noises. These boys were unbelievably annoying at times, but you couldn’t help but laugh. They meant well, and if some high school love drama was their cup of tea, then so be it. You liked making people happy. Your state of reverie is so strong that it takes you a moment to realise that the teasing noises have morphed into gasps and groans. You can’t see anything between the distance you’re seated from the Circle and the group of boys now crowded around it. Minho’s voice, moments ago light and breezy from the other side of the Fight Circle, is suddenly sobered and panicked as he breaks through the crowd and runs to you in lightning speed. “y/n, help! It’s Newt!”

Before you could process what was happening, you found yourself kneeling over Newt’s body. As his eyes looked up and met yours with a sheepish grin, you let out a frustrated breath. “Y/n, it’s you! So great to see you, you know I-“

His quip died is his mouth, replaced by a sudden wince that brought you back down to Earth and to the injury you hadn’t yet assessed. “What have you managed to do to yourself this time, dear one?”

He sighed. “Worth a shot. I think I sprained my wrist when I fell.”

You nodded, calming down as you realised that Minho’s drunkenness added to his exaggerated panic. Helping Newt up carefully, you begun to escort him to the med-jack hut, eager to get him away from the teasing jeers and whoops that faded into the distance as the two of you followed the well-trodden path.

…

As you tenderly bent his wrist backwards and forwards to check his level of pain, you shook your head fondly at each goofy drunk noise he made in response. What a silly loveable idiot.

You paused. He looked up at you with those sweet innocent eyes. “What were you thinking, Newt? Why would you do something so reckless so soon after your…while you’re still recovering?”

His eyebrows furrowed like an eight-year-old being told off. “Because Minho told me that if I want y/n to know how much I care about her then I need to start showing her, and I thought she’d think I was…I don’t know, cool, if I won the fight. She probably thinks I’m pathetic because I’m always limping about and…she helped me so much when I hurt myself and I don’t want her to think I’m weak. I really love her and I want her to know how much she means to me.”

You were surprised he didn’t flinch as your heart shattered. How could this beautiful person ever for a moment think he was weak? Let alone in your eyes. You were about to respond when his eyes widened, “Promise you won’t tell y/n!”

Chuckling at how adorable he was, confessing his feelings about you to you without realising, you grabbed his uninjured hand and caressed it softly. “I promise I won’t tell her, Newt. But I want to tell you a secret in return.”

He leaned forward eagerly, “Yeah?”

You smiled, leaning closely against his ear and whispering, “y/n really likes you too. You should definitely tell her how you feel. I guarantee she feels the same.”

A big toothy grin appeared on his face, and his eyes twinkled. “R-really?”

When you nodded, he muttered resolutely that he would ask y/n out tomorrow.

…

The next morning, Newt bashfully approached you as you ate your breakfast, pulling up a chair with his uninjured arm. “So…I noticed the makeshift cast on my wrist and I can’t help but ask…. how bad was I last night?”

“You confessed to me that you have feelings for me, and made me promise not to tell myself.” You chuckled, amused by his progressive eye-widening as you answered his question. “You know, I had no idea that Gally’s special drink could make you forget that I’ve been your girlfriend for three months but hey, here we are.”

Head in his hands, Newt slowly looked up at you. “I’m gonna be making this one up to you for months, aren’t I, darling?”

Smiling fondly at your precious boyfriend, you tenderly put a hand on his cheek. “Oh, absolutely”. He softened, matched your loving smile as you pulled him in for a gentle kiss.

a/n: hello beautiful nela (@nelabelievesindragons), thank you so much for your kind words. you always know just want to say to encourage me! I hope you’ll forgive the delay in writing this for you. this was an absolute pleasure to write - I loved the prompt (you always send lovely ideas) and the twist popping into my head was so satisfying.

it's so lovely knowing this was your first ask before we were friends, I hope that I did it justice. I remember being so excited to get a newt request (I adore him). hopefully this eases the pain of reading the death cure! 🤍

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