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fbfh · 2 years

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Thinking about Druig being completely and totally whipped for you. Utterly whipped. He starts dragging you along to meetings with the other eternals because having you by his side makes them possible to suffer through. They're expecting the usual Druig, snarky and snide, a little mean. But he enters with his hand low on your back, you following him like a puppy and greeting everyone with a sweet smile. He introduces you to everyone, eyes glowing in a warning when Phastos tries to tell you that this is eternals only business. Ajak lets you stay, seeing how much better Druig seems to feel around you.

"I thought you didn't like humans." Sprite says, holding back a laugh at how much attention he pays you even when you're doing nothing.

"I like this one." He says defensively. And he does. He likes you a whole lot. Especially compared to other humans who always seem to be so easily swayed by greed and fear and a hunger for meaningless power. The first time he saw you, you were feeding tuna to alley cats, giggling when they purred and rubbed against your legs. He watches you close like that for the whole meeting, a special kind of smile on his face when you laugh at his jabs, immediately releasing the tense atmosphere before Ajak can even interfere. They knew it would be hard to get him to agree with the plan, but as soon as you say "oh, that sounds like fun!" quietly to him he suddenly has no complaints, totally on board. He's still mean to everyone but you, but you soften his rougher edges a little. He's happier with you. The rest of the eternals are happy to have you around too.

#druig #druig x reader #druig drabbles #eternals #eternals x reader #eternals drabbles #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel drabbles #drabbles #help i cant stop thinking about him lol

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apparentlytheproblem · 8 months

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if was your boyfriend, never let you go keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone

druig recomendations

perfectly busy - @tokkiotears

lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.

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not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up

"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose

bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.

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angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?

sunshine - @itsapeterthing

firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.

warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff

how could they not know? - @saintlike78

to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.

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nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.

hold - @redheadspark

bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.

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Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff

warmth - @stranger-nightmare

these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.

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one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way

boyfriend headcannons - @luventi

just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.

warnings-

druig x gn eternal!reader, au where everyone is alive and happy and together, there will be dashes of suggestive content admits all the fluff so be warned!

shy lover - @writing-wh0re

[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]

felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work

warnings-

Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

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hanasnx · 4 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

“My beautiful lover,” DRUIG breathes his condescending tone. That affectionate nickname he’s come to adore calling you has been sullied with his churlish attitude. He makes fun of how you look now, lying underneath him.

Exceptionally trusting, he does not pin your hands, instead he lets you fight him. Fists grab at his clothes, the lapel of his leather jacket your most common purchase as his lithe middle finger swipes against your clit. You writhe and you cry and you bitch and you moan, but he keeps you right where he wants you with his forearm under your torso. It arches you into him, and you throw your head back when he dips the tip of his finger into your slit, stroking through the line of slick. “You want this, my pet?” he murmurs, and he scoffs in response to your indignant whine, a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you know I like to play with you. Like a little toy.” Abruptly, he plunges the entire length of his finger into you to the knuckle, and you cry out, clutching onto his jacket to yank him to you but he remains resolute. All you do is raise yourself to him, brushing your lips against his. He nuzzles you, inhaling your breath. “Yeah, you’re my little toy.”

He pulls out, only to add another finger, but your walls are already so raw. Your clit is overly sensitive, throbbing when he twists his thumb to flick at it. Your hips jerk in reply, and he snickers through his nose, pecking your unresponsive lips. “Humans are so funny, aren’t they?” he muses, but you can barely hear him. He curls his digits in a beckoning motion inside you, stroking that spot that sends electricity up your spine until you fall limp. “Touch on their pleasure centers a bit and they go fucking stupid. You know how easy it would be to-“ The arm locked around your torso squeezes you to him, and it aches but you can only moan. As if you like the pain, when in reality it’s the way his fingers lodge themselves up in your guts and fiddle with your insides. “-break you? Could do it. Could do it easy.” There’s a growling edge to his voice as he threatens you, bringing his teeth to your exposed neck shiny with sweat. He relieves you, the ache dissipates, and the pad of his thumb curiously nudges your clit.

You buck, and he scans your entire bare form. “How many is that, by the way?” he asks, as if he’s asking about the fucking weather. His thumb drives in with more purpose, wiggling with just enough pressure to make you howl from another incoming orgasm. “Have you lost count?”

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jayujus · 1 month

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rent a boyfriend! - chapter 13

— 13 eternal sunshine

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quackquackcey · 3 months

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Missing in Derek's Bed

Stiles & Derek get found out.~ 🌥 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 1/22/24 prompt: ‘white, listen, upset’. Theme: 'gentleness.' 100 words. Rated T. Tags: secret relationship, implied smut.

Stiles reached out beside him—warm, but empty. He kept his eyes closed, lids heavy, and stretched out under the gentle sunrays, not yet at their afternoon intensity.

Upset voices from the living room.

He strained to listen.

"—missing. Jeep's there—"

"—never went home, not answering—"

"—tracked his scent—wait—"

The door opened.

Stiles sat up, squinting as the white sheets slipped off his naked body, covered with hickeys and bites. "Who's missing?"

"No one," said Derek. "Go back to sleep."

He flopped back down and patted the bed. "Morning round?"

Derek shoved out Scott and Isaac, shocked still, in record time.

#sterekdrabbles #sterek #100 words #sterek drabble #sterekdrabbles: white listen upset gentleness #omf writes #sterek is eternal #eternal sterek #derek x stiles #derek/stiles #stiles stilinski #derek hale #cey writes

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mishqua · 4 months

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Tom and Harry slept in the same bed.

James and Sirius did too- when they would be plotting late into night and James dozed off in Sirius' bed. Sometimes Sirius would kick him off. Sometimes Sirius didn't have the energy to and James would get to pour more drool on his sheets.

It was just like that.

They were just brothers!

Tom didn't like to leave Harry alone too much.

James would remember with nostalgia the way Sirius used to cling to his first and best friend. Why, he sneered at Lily for a long time for taking away his time with James!

It was just like that.

They were just brothers!

Tom kissed Harry on mouth.

Tom kissed Harry on-James' eyes bugged out.

But they had done the same, didn't they? Sirius and him? It was the darkest of secrets where they were young and idiots and thought kisses were icky.

It was the same-

Even though Harry wasn't at the age where he would think kisses were icky-no. It was the same.

They were just brothers.

"- I would be honoured to have your blessing. Of course, it isn't really important, because I will have Harry regardless of what you think. Except, it would make Harry upset, wouldn't it-"

James wasn't listening.

They weren't brothers after all.

He drew in a deep breath.

"TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE!"

Tom raised a brow at the man who had been insisting he was part of his family... Albeit recently with a very painful expression.

"Not Potter?"

#lily is just facepalming #she saw this coming a mile away #never happy with tom but james wa alwahs ohhh harry has a brother #jamed potter in eternal denial #his baby cant grow up!#he let in a wolf that took away his precciooous #tomarry #harry potter #harrymort #tom riddle #tom/harry #lvhp #mishqut drabble

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golden-headband · 5 months

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Nap Time

Eternal Servants AU belongs to @emelinstriker

Scenario: Reader wants to sleep. Needs to have their favorite fur covered boys to sleep well.

You were lying down, trying to go to sleep. And yet it elludes you like water from a ducks back. You knew you were tired, yet your mind refused to turn off in order for you to get your REM sleep.

You finally breathed in and give a sigh of defeat. Lifting your head from the pillow and looked up. "Guys? Could you-?"

"Yes Master!?" Macaque knelt before you, at eye level where you were lying in the couch. You stared at him. Bemused at his speed. "Can i ask you, Wukong, and MK to come here for a sec?" That order request did not take long to be fulfilled.

"Is there something we can do Master?" MK asked, looking up at you. "It's not a big deal, just a lil thing." You assured the three monkey champions kneeling in front of you. " Um... Can I ask you guys to just... Lie next to me? Like. One on each side? I'm more used to my cats lying next to me while I go to sleep and uh..." By the look on their faces, they could feel your sorrow from missing your pet. You took in a deeper breath, held in your chest as you tried to speak. "I just need some company while I go to sleep."

" of course" you were so tired you couldn't tell if it was Wukong or MK saying this. You knew it wasnt Macaque since he wad always so loud and eager to please you. Eventually you felt Wukong on your left and Macaque on your right. Both nuzzling into your shoulder and side respectfully. MK was clinging to you while burrying his head into your chest. Right over your heart. All of whom had their arms wrapped around you ans their tails wurled either around your legs or your waist. It was... Soothing. In no time your eyes closed, and you drifted off to sleep. Feeling comfort in those around you.

And when you felt Wukong place a kiss on your head, it was over. You heard his voice before going straight into dreamland. "Have a good night Master."

#lmk esau #eternal servants au #lmk drabbles #lmk esau fanfic #i dont know wjy but i had to wrote this down before i went to bed #i always feel like i need to give wukong ONE line in these. and i always get so worried if its something he would say or not #also the pet thing could be anything. but i do miss my cats being like gargoyles on the foot of my bed #i miss having cats in general...#anyway. ive had this idea of just both monkeys on eigher side and mk just coming up and plopping his head down #this image makes me smile and i had to write it down #esau x reader #lmk x reader #more pkatonic in this but might as well tag it

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teencopandthesourwolf · 2 months

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LOST CAUSE

for @sterekdrabbles 19.02.24 challenge. the prompt words were: KIND, HEART, and TENDER. the end of the month theme was: DESPAIR.

Derek would consider it a favour if someone were to stab him through the heart or chop off his head—anything to end this misery.

These days, anytime Stiles isn't torturing Derek with his specific kind of bat-shit banter, he's torturing him by caring; speaking tender words, honestly and softly to Derek, at the most unexpected of times.

I like it when you're grumpy with me.

I'll come with you, so you're not alone.

I could stay after everybody leaves, if you want me to.

The pups always look hopefully at Derek, making him want to howl in wretched, pathetic anguish.

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haztory · 10 months

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sorry for being absent literally always, but i had to get this out of my drafts.

goddess!reader x mortal!bakugou; warnings: blood, mentions of sex, murder, unhappy relationships, unhinged reader and bakugou (tiny bit), not beta’d

(w.c. 2.1k)

Rapacious, your father would call you were he to see you now. Salacious, acting in behavior once thought deterred; The kind that he meant to have stamped out of you in an effort to cultivate you into the pious cog in of his senseless grandeur. His promise of destiny.

Your father’s lips would be turned in that virtuous frown, eyes narrowed as he sat from his throne in the great pantheon of Gods. Validated by their fealty. The model figure that is woefully negligent as he speaks of the sanctity of commandments that have seen his betrayal one too many times before. Sanctimonious in his rectitude, righteous in his hypocrisy, your father is.

He meant to cage you, raging at your freedom and its significance—angry that you were wild, changing the tides of human wars with the gentlest of smiles and lulling whispers; Rampaging that fellow Gods, his own brothers, were victim to the whims of your games with the mortals; Furious that the power you wielded began to rival that of his own; Murderous that you were too much like him: untamed, greedy, victorious and still, adored.

You have never known his anger to be long-lasting, especially not in a manner of great meaning when you could falsely promise your way out of it. Batting eyelashes in truce—but, this is beyond punishment for the defiance of a rule. He means to break you.

A husband.

One bound to you without your consultation, much less knowledge. Promised in hand and divinity to be half of a whole to this pitiful excuse of God.

There was hardly an expectation of satisfaction within the marriage on a good day, much less pleasure in the ways that physically mattered; Could such a thing ever truly be expected from a man who only knew how to hammer metal? Up, down, up, down until the glowing steel was forged.

Your husband is a man of great fortitude, who knows and will only know that of the fire he works with. The flames reflected in the dullness of his irises being the only exciting thing about him. He is monotonous within his construction. Routined and boring.

How could there ever be the expectation of fidelity from you, the Goddess of Love?

How could you be shackled to the bedside of a man who has never known the strength of the sea from which you are born? How can you love a man who does not know the impact of the tide and draws no desire from its power? How can you be with a man who does not know and adore you as you are? For a millenia, nonetheless!

You've come to know of this arrangement as a curse; A woeful attempt to tame you from the wild and lustful by forcing you to make acquaintance with the bland and boring. Binding you to the shore, never to make acquaintance with the push and pull of the forceful nature.

Credit must be paid your way. You had tried. In the depths of shame and sorrow, you tried to do as your brothers and sisters and settle. Gave in and let yourself believe that love and happiness could be found within routine, eventually. It is your novelty, after all. And yet, it still finds you. This yearning for more, the urge to love and be loved. Your nature still rises from the swaying tide and dares to edge the coast.

Your father would not approve were he to see you now, watching from your high plane in the heavens to the happenings of the mortal world. Surely, your husband would violently disapprove too, convinced that he has you loyal.

You shouldn’t fixate; Had promised in low lights and empty words in your husband’s grimy embrace that you have seen the errors of your ways; That you have and will change. For his sake. But he does not know what happens when he is away in his cave of brimstone.

Your attention is caught. And the object of your fascination is a marvel.

Sculpted from clay himself, you have half a mind to believe that one of your siblings has had a part in his creation. Broad and muscular, sharp and angular in all the places that deem him a man. This mortal has caught your eye since his ascension from boy to man. He is a village soldier. Fiercely protective and eager for a fight, and yet always looking to the heavens. As though there was something there waiting for him, beckoning him closer. You suppose he isn’t wrong, as you peer down to him just as he looks up.

There have been whispers of his fate amongst the crowds since he was a boy, certainty issued in his great destiny. No one is more sure of it than he.

Which may be what finds him in your temple.

Sanctuaries have never known themselves to be exclusive, but you must admit that it is certainly strange to have a man of his designation pray to the Goddess of Love. Surely he must have found some alignment more towards that of your stoic sister, emboldened by the desire for courage and brawn. And yet he is here, treading the halls in the stillness of night and giving small offerings to each of your priestesses and holding one large offering basket for your statue.

He stands beneath the colonnade, staring pensively at the intricate designs of your image on marble. He speaks only when the room has been cleared, the priestesses giving him the space to pray in solace.

“I hear you.” His timbre is gruff yet smooth. Commanding as it echoes. “You are calling to me.”

You remain still, almost taken aback at his forwardness. The waves of temptation creep at your feet.

“I intend to find you, whether you show yourself or not.” He speaks again. He looks up, and although you know it improbable, you swear eyes of vermillion have pinpointed your location in the sky. And so, it comes crashing.

It has been so long since you have last appeared before a mortal, and appearing before him transcends all relatability. To see the fixation, your desire, and to have him see you. If he is surprised by your arrival, he doesn’t show it. Eyes strong in their stoic gaze, lips almost curled in a sneer. One would think you were his enemy, but you know such a charge to be false. It’s a charge of electricity, the cooling nighttime air suddenly warming at the meeting of your gaze.

He is no enemy to you, and you are certainly no stranger to him.

“No one has ever commanded me so directly. How did you know?” You ask. of genuine curiosity.

“I dream of you.” He says the answer so plainly, as though it were a common occurrence. You can’t help but raise a brow.

“Oh?”

“I have for years. It was only a matter of time before you showed yourself.”

The chains forged by your husband suddenly feel the lightest that they have ever felt. Metal rattling against each other, pushing and pulling as something brews within you. You wonder what this mortal thinks of you. If he finds you as beautiful as you find him; If the power within him is as strong as you think it is.

If he is strong enough to cut through steel.

“And what did you dream of?” You ask, taking a step forward. Feeling elation fill you like the swirling breeze as his eyes quickly watch you step forward.

“Tch. Like you don’t know.” His jaw flexes and with it comes the bloom of a subtle blush on his cheeks. “Didn’t you plant the damn things?”

No, you didn’t. You could certainly look to see what it is he dreamed of, but this is more fun. Finally, finally, you feel the remnants of yourself pulse alive.

“Have you come to give me a greater purpose?” He asks quickly, in diversion. You let him, too satisfied with the newfound freedom to care much about his attempt at modesty.

You step closer to him, watching as his eyes cascade down the sheer chiton adorning your body. “Is that what I did in your dreams? Fill you with purpose?”

You find yourself almost chest to chest with him, his eyes never leaving yours, “Or did you fill me?”

You laugh when his eyes widen, turning to take a chocolate from the offering basket held still in his hands and plopping it into your mouth. Marveling at its taste, deciding that it must be homemade. “Is that what you are in search for? A greater purpose? How about a culinary artist? Your skills are impeccable.”

He doesn’t laugh. “I am destined for more.”

He knows he is. You know he is. Have not eyed him for so long to have not known. He stands firm before you, a soldier waiting for instruction. In any other instance you would rebuke such a stand, revolt at the rigid and serious, and yet with him—

Well, in devotion to you, who can fault you for testing its limits? Especially when there is something that has sat within you, waiting for the opportune moment.

You meet his gaze, deciding to no longer tease. “How much more?”

“Anything you will give me.” He quickly responds.

“And this destiny you seek, do you do it for pride or service?”

“I am your loyal follower and patron, Goddess Divine. What I do is for you.”

“A man like you, patron to me. How lucky am I?” You smile, but it is quickly assumed by the sneaking tendrils of your dark desire. Your voice stills, “The task I have for you is very arduous. Unyielding, difficult, and not aimed for the weak. Destiny setting, to be sure.”

The man seems to preen at those words, a smile finally finding its way to his face. It curls, dangerously, hungrily. “Name it.”

“Once it is spoken, it cannot be undone.” You warn.

“The task is mine alone.” He insists.

You find yourself before him again, and he leans in to listen closely. You can sense the fight in him, smell his musk. The promised freedom teeters on the edge of your words.

“...kill Hephaestus. Free me from the shackles of my constricting punishment.”

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t balk, doesn’t shy away from the treasonous words. He does as you have seen him do and stands firm, almost vibrates with his desire to act.

You can almost feel the brush of the sea on your skin again.

“And my reward?” He asks, confidently.

“Is my eternal patronage and favor not enough?” You laugh, eased in his presence rather than tight at the admittance of your evil. Circling around him, you drag your finger across the broadness of his bare and unmarred shoulders. You wonder if the purity of his skin is a reflection of his valiance. Wonder if your desires are steered correctly, that he is the one to have the strength to carry him to victory.

He glances to you over his shoulder, “Surely, the Goddess has more in plan for the man set to kill her husband than bragging rights?”

Curiosity clouded with the tendrils of lust at the man who holds your fate in his hands, you place your chin on his shoulder, meeting his vermillion gaze as your nose scarcely brushes the smooth expanse of his sculptured chin. Intimacy with a man who isn’t your husband, intimacy that is natural and wanted rather than forced.

“Cheeky.” You murmur, and his grin widens. A veil of clouded air blurs his vision before you reappear in front of him, your weight placed onto him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Bring me the head of my oppressor,” You begin, said so airily it could be mistaken as a light conversation rather than a plot for murder, “And I will make you a God in his place. Meant to enact your own destiny, made to rule beside me.”

You lean your forehead closer, meeting him as your noses brush in meeting. Tracing one another, you whisper, “Can you do it?”

Without hesitation, he breathes into you. “I am yours, Goddess Divine.”

“And your name, O Great Warrior?”

“Bakugou.” A storm brews mightily in his irises and you can taste the salt of the spray, feel the ocean beckoning you home.

Your release from the cage is so close to the touch, the hilt of the sword dealing the victory blow to your freedom held by him.

You smile, wide, and true, and lustful for blood. “A fitting name for a God.”

It comes as no great surprise when the mortal appears at your temple a few weeks later. He is limping through marbled halls and dripping with blood, the key to your cage held in his hands. Your husband's severed head held by his bloodied and mangled fingers, a wicked smile on his face as he beckons you down from the heavens. You find yourself once again, marveling.

And finally, in love.

#im in love with two people being crazy together #love a woman who leads and her man who's her sword #also worth noting when you bring bakugou up to the heavens and declare him god AND husband your father zeus has an aneurysm #you fuck on the throne #let it also be known that katsuki is literally devoted to you bc his PARENTS were devoted to you #his father prayed to you for prosperity as he was trying to swoon a girl he liked #you listened and granted masaru a beautiful wife named mitsuki and now he is eternally devoted #and so is katsuki #yeah he could be patron to athena but his dad likes you so he will too and BOY was daddy right #the end #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #katsuki x reader #am i back? not really #irda drabbles

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fbfh · 1 year

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You've been reincarnated countless times, and Druig has found you in every life. The first time you saw him (in your current life, at least) you were overwhelmed with such a sense of nostalgia and familiarity, like trying to remember a vivid dream you know you had. You weren't even surprised when he approached you outside the shitty restaurant you work at when your shift was over. He couldn't even talk at first, he was too choked up. He missed you so much between now and when he last saw you, sometime in the 70s, he thinks. Or was it the 80s? He doesn't know and he doesn't care because the comparatively short yet agonizingly long time he's spent without you is over. He wants to hold you, wants to embrace you and never let go, but he knows from experience that you need to remember first, take your time processing what he's about to tell you. Finally, the silence between you breaks.

"You taking the subway?"

"Uh," you chuckle, thrown off by how nice his voice sounds, "yeah." He's conveniently taking the subway too, so you walk there together. It's a comfortable silence as he finally takes in your presance for the first time again in far too long. After some small talk, some banter, after the ice is broken and you have a little rapport going, he nudges your shoulder with his playfully. The little laugh you let out fills him with warmth, and it feels like you're picking up right where you left off.

"You know, this isn't the first time we've met." His accent is hypnotic, and you could listen to him talk for centuries. It's strange, it's bizarre, but you believe him. He can see that you believe him, and after you finally reach your subway stop, he's told you everything. Not everything everything, but the first part. Enough to bring you up to speed. It's just as terrifying as the last time's he's had to tell you that you've been reincarnated and he's known you in every past life, but it makes too much sense. It feels too right for you to deny it. You part ways with his phone number scribbled on a reciept, feeling more fulfilled than you have in a long time. The hardest part for Druig is always warming back up to each other. He wants to spoil you, take you away to some gorgeous little island somewhere where you're pampered and have no responsibilities or stress, where he can hold you and love you day and night. He wants to dive into the deep end, a feeling that he's only ever gotten with you. He'll be able to soon, he reminds himself. You sleep well that night, seeing flashes of your past incarnations with him. You have no idea that as you sleep, Druig is having a conversation with your boss and persuading him to let you leave as soon as you're ready, no two week notice necessary. Your boss's eyes glow gold, mirroring Druig's, as he tells him explicitly to be extra kind to you during your remaining time working for him. Look out for you, take good care of you. You deserve it. You deserve the world, he thinks, and he's going to give you every good part of it he possibly can.

#drabbles #druig #druig x reader #druig drabbles #eternals #eternals x reader #eternals drabbles #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu drabbles #relapsing HARD for druig atm #he's such a powerhouse #any guy even looks at you funny he just stands there and uses his power #the guy is RUNNING the other way #or depending on the severity #maybe walking into traffic??#'druig you can stop it's fine' 'nope :)'#hmm #edward cullen core

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epiclamer · 1 year

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Since you do write Supervillain whumpees... may I please request a badly injured and sick Supervillain begging the hero who finds them for help? I need to see more of these powerful arrogant Supervillains begging for mercy, for rescue

Mmmmm yes amazing.

Merciful

If it was anyone else, if it was anyone else Supervillain would’ve been okay with it. But out of every person on the planet that could’ve discovered them, dirty, soaked from the rain, bloody, beaten and bare, it had to be Hero.

Hero, the one who they had duped and outsmarted constantly in battle. The one they had threatened and tortured—playfully only of course, just for a good scare—and bantered with consistently. Their sworn enemy. The one they constantly beat in their battles.

Hero had to find them.

“Don’t… D-Don’t say anything…” Hero’s feet were just barely in Supervillains line of vision from their starfish position on the gravel. Rain pelted down on the pair and Hero knelt down, moving a strand of hair from the supervillain’s face.

The hero chuckled despite the situation. They were worried at heart, but the supervillain didn’t need to know that. “It’s about time the tables turned.”

Supervillain scoffed and it hurt, it hurt so bad they whined. Every breath burnt in their chest and they didn’t have time to joke around, they didn’t have time in general. The sinking feeling of this being their end was a worse pain than their wounds and it crept in steadily with every passing minute.

“I could help you.”

The criminal couldn’t tell if they’d rather spit or laugh in the hero’s face.

“But you’d have to convince me. You’d have to convince me not to take you back to Superhero themselves and send you to a rehabilitation program.”

The words “rehabilitation program” sent an involuntary shiver down Supervillain’s spine. Their beating was bad, but the workers there could do worse. They were cruel and would stop at nothing to have villains trained into perfect little puppets.

The thought made Supervillain gag.

Causing another rush of pain to spike through them. They couldn’t keep up their stoic act much longer, they were either going to pass out or throw up and neither one was going to be pretty. The last thing they wanted was to start begging the hero to take them in and spare their life, but if they were left here they would die.

Supervillain wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Please…” They groaned, face turned down into the gravel as they begged. “Please, H-Hero… I-I’m sorry…”

The crime-stopper couldn’t help but stare, they wanted to act, but listening to their mortal enemy beg for a saviour, beg for forgiveness. It froze them on the spot. When they had asked Supervillain to convince them, they definitely didn’t have this in mind.

“Pleasepleaseplease… I-I promise I-I’ll do better… p-please hero…” The supervillain coughed as the cold weather seeped into the last of their bodily warmth, even their blood was cold now, old and new. They weren’t going to last much longer.

“Please Hero… I-I don’t want to die…”

That was enough to break the hero, shattering their heart as they quickly snapped back to reality. Pulling the supervillain close and helping them into their arms. The criminal was completely limp—which didn’t help the situation—but with their amount of blood loss, Hero didn’t even question having them move.

At first, once they had gotten the supervillain comfortably sat in their arms, they hesitated. Unsure of their next move, Supervillain obviously needed a doctor, maybe even a team of doctors with their amount of wounds. But no doctor with any common sense would take Supervillain within a mile of their hospital.

Hero couldn’t wait any longer, they had to get Supervillain out of the pelting rain and inside to warm up and stitch their wounds. They would have to push aside their fear of gore and deal with it. Supervillain needed a hero right now and Hero felt like everything but that by keeping them outside.

Subconsciously, as they walked, Hero planned their every step for once they got to the safety of their home. Making sure they handled all the details to a perfect T.

That is, of course, before they stepped inside the welcoming apartment and remembered the most important detail of all. Their meeting with an awfully shocked looking Superhero.

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Fluff request

4. "What are you doing up?" "My personal heater was gone." With Druig.

Happy Writing!!

A/N - YAY STELLA! I would love to write this one for you! I hope you like it (And I hope you're feeling better )

Thermos

Summary - Druig always ran cold. But you always kept him warm

Warnings - Fluffiness all around

You barely heard the door opening into your room, nor could you really hear the soft steps of bare feet on the Domo floor under your bed. But you did feel the first touches of calloused fingers along your bare arm, then one leg right behind yours with knees touching the back of yours. You shivered, opening your eyes barely and seeing how dark it was in your room. But breathing in the distinct sweat and muck, the touch along your skin. You know who it was.

"Druig, it's nearly 3 in the morning,"

"And I missed ya, is that a crime?"

You grinned, though sleep was still evident in your eyes. Moving to be on your back, Druig moved up to sit over you as you eyed him in the darkness. He was in his undergarments, his hair ruffled, and some dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. Humming, your gaze went to the window that was showing that there was snow falling.

"What are you doing up?" You asked him as your eyes were staying on the massive snowflakes that were hitting the window.

"My personal heater went away," Druig replied smoothly though you rolled your eyes.

"For the last time, I am not your personal heater." You said to him as Druig was melting into your arms again and chuckling, "And secondly, you stayed up too late for me to sneak into your room and be in your bed. We do need to stop sneaking around like this,"

Ajak was never a real stickler when it came to rules and couples together on The Domo, but you respected her far too much to break that trust she had in you and Druig being a couple. Druig never minded being a bit reckless when it came to his time with you, always holding your hand, sneaking kisses on your cheek when he could, had consistently proclaimed his love for you. Druig never held back, and you admired that about him. Inwardly, you wished you were like him in the department, but Druig never cared.

One of the things you both loved to do was sneak into each other's rooms late in the night to cuddle and be close together. Sure it was rather childish and silly, but you both loved each other's company. It was never anything past that, that was far too risky when others were sleeping close by. Druig simply wish to have you in his arms when he slept, claiming your body heat helped him sleep faster and stay asleep longer. Maybe it was only his excuse to hold you and pepper you with kisses as you tried to sleep, but you liked the thought anyways. He did run a bit cold, body temperature-wise, and he proclaimed you as his personal heater.

"I had to talk to Makkari about something she swiped from the market," Druig explained to you as he cracked a grin, "She wanted to show me a ring she thinks she can trade os something bigger,"

"Makkari never liked jewelry a whole lot," You reminded him as Druig just smirked, "What would be bigger for her to trade that for?"

Druig said nothing, just looking at your joined hands that were now resting on your chest. You then knew he wasn't telling you for a good reason, you then poked his side to have him squirm since he was ticklish.

"Druig, what are you hiding from me?" You asked him, not liking that he was keeping quiet about what Makkair was doing and somehow he was involved with it too.

"Nothin' for you to worry about," He replied to you in his smooth manner, leaning down to kiss you a few times and then warp his arms and legs around you like an octopus. You knew you weren't going to get anything out of him at that point, no matter how hard you would beg or bat your eyes at him. Druig was consistent in hiding things from you, never bad things, but surprises. He loved surprising you, whether it was little things like fresh flowers or fruit from a local grove or massive things like a date in a secluded area away from the others or your own weekend getaway.

So whatever he did have up his sleeve, you knew it was going to be good.

"Hey," Druig said to you, sensing that you were lost in thought thinking of whatever it could be that he was hiding from you. You looked at Druig, seeing him smile and kiss away the frown that was forming on your face, "It's nothing, I promise,"

You nodded, and after you tucked your head under his head and fell asleep in his arms, Druig stayed awake a bit longer and watched you sleep. Druig would never say it, not out loud to anyone, but he was far too in love with you to be with anyone else. You took his temper gently and with grace, you admired his jokes and his lightness in dire situations, and you adored his selfless need to help humans. Druig found himself lucky to be with you and he counted his lucky stars you stayed with him.

So Druig was glad he said nothing since revealing the ring he had stored away to propose to you with would blow his entire plan.

The End.

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imaginethezeldaverse · 3 months

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What do you think of midzel?

Two ethereal sides of the same coin.

And I'm sure they felt that magnetism towards one another. But where Zelda is more diplomatic and calculating, Midna is a little more brash and free-thinking. I imagine Zelda watched on as the impish form of her beloved faded into her full-figured state - fiery locks and crimson eyes a blaze of beauty against the deeper hues of her skin and garb. There was her princess.

I imagine Midna, now renewed in her true form, feels the warmth of Zelda's light and smiles. Her time on the side of light, no matter how brief, always leaves her feeling whole; she basks in the gentle glow of the goddess' chosen, a comfort the realm of Twilight could never give her.

She loved Zelda's honesty. Her ability to never lose hope. The fact that for all of Zelda's poise and perfectionist demeanor, when it came to Midna, there was softness. Zelda adored Midna's mysterious aura. How Twilight gleamed and shimmered even in the shadows. How her laughter held life and love in every note that passed her lips. They complimented each other. They loved each other. The light and shadow exist to keep each other whole.

#it makes me sad when i think about it in depth #two polar opposites eternally tied to each other forced to separate for the safety of their people #sigh...........#for the record i also love midlink too - about equally as much as i love midzel #they're both good #legend of zelda #legend of zelda: twilight princess #twilight princess #zelda #midna #midzel #tp zelda #drabble #this was more of a poetic ramble than my thoughts lol i just think they love each other #midna x zelda

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itsallyscorner · 2 years

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࿔*:･ﾟTwo in One | H.S

↝ pairing: Harry Styles x actress!reader

↝ summary: Harry finds Marvel interviews hard to do, luckily for him, you’re there to help.

↝ warnings: some cussing obvi. This was longer than expected whoops

↝ a/n: still struggling with trying to write so I decided to clash two of my favorite things in the world to help my creativity flow :) anyway I’m a whore for co-star fics oop🤪

“Right, so you’re paired up with Harry the entire tour. You okay with that?” Tasha, your publicist, informed you. You and the rest of your team had just arrived at the hotel where all the interviews for today’s press junket would be held.

At the moment you were in LA promoting the latest installment of the Eternals series. The last couple of months have been surprisingly enjoyable for you and your career. While you were a talented and well known actress around the world, you were famously known for the character you play in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. You’ve been part of the MCU family for a couple of years now;your first appearance being Captain America: Civil War and your latest one being in the Eternals sequel.

You were excited to be part of the Eternals crew, however, you still missed your Avengers family. Despite your character being around the longest in the cast, you were still the newbie amongst the actors. Everyone knew each other from the previous film so it was like a reunion for the lot of them. You were nervous to meet everyone, but the first table read you all had proved you had nothing to be anxious about. Immediately they made you feel welcome and it honestly felt like you knew them for ages. Though out of everyone, the one person who made you the most comfortable would have to be Harry.

He might’ve been shy at first but that didn’t hide the fact that he was an absolute sweetheart who was genuinely interested in getting to know you. He was intrigued by you—your personality, your journey as an actress—everything about you was just so interesting to him. While there was a hint of flirting and typical banter between you both, you guys were friends;close friends to be specific. Did you find him attractive? Yes, of course you did who wouldn’t? And yeah, there is definitely chemistry between the two of you, though you chose to not act on your feelings.

1. Harry was dating Olivia Wilde and you really didn’t need to be in the center of a cheating rumor

2. You weren’t too comfortable with the whole “dating co-stars while working on set” kind of thing.

Besides having a crush on him, you were okay admiring him from afar and supporting him as a friend. Even when filming wrapped up, you both remained in contact with each other, no matter what time zone or country you were both in.

Adjusting the black sunglasses that rested on the bridge of your nose you turn to Tasha, “Course I’m okay with that! More than happy actually, I’m more comfortable with him than everyone else here.” You admit to her as security guards guide you towards the elevators of the hotel.

Tasha peers at you from behind her coffee cup, “You two get along well.” She comments, though there was a hint of something behind her tone. Your brows slightly crease, turning to look at her, you find a cheeky smirk on her face.

You and your team, along with the security guards enter the elevator. One of the guards pressed a button and the elevators slide shut. You noticed your heart skipping a beat as the floors of the elevator increased. The higher you went the faster your heart seemed to beat out your chest. At first you thought it was nerves, but it wasn’t, it was the brunette haired boy waiting for you in a hotel room a few floors above you. However, you pushed down the feeling, not wanting to get caught up in your little crush for him throughout the entire press tour.

“Stop it.” You mumble towards Tasha, the smirk still evident on her features. While she was your publicist, the two of you managed to form a beautiful friendship over the past 6 to 8 years you’ve known each other. She was one of you best friends at this point.

The tall blonde shrugged, “I’m just saying, he’s newly single and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you making a few moves here and there.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her engagement ring flashing against the harsh elevator lights. The elevator dings and everyone slowly files out.

“That’s exactly why I shouldn’t say anything about my feelings. He’s freshly single, might I emphasize, I’m sure he’d want to explore the freedom of being single again.” You explain, linking your arms with Tasha’s. “Plus, it’s a crush, it’s not like I’m in love with him or something.”

Tasha rolled her eyes at your stubbornness.

“I understand Y/n. But there’s literally no denying that there’s something between you two. Whether you’d like to explore that or not is totally up to you, though as someone who’s quite familiar with the situation, I’d say you just go for it.” She advised while the two of you walked down the hall looking for the room with your and Harry’s name outside of it. You smile as you pass some interviewers already waiting outside the rooms, offering a little “hi” or “hello”.

When you spot Harry’s name on the door you stop in your tracks and turn to Tasha.

“Thank you Tash for the advice, really. But right now I just need to avoid thinking of that and just focus on the interviews. You know how overwhelmed I can get and the fact that he’s gonna be there the entire time doesn’t really help.” You reason with her. You appreciated her advice, although you seriously couldn’t be hyper focused on your crush on Harry. Maybe it was the fact that you were seeing him again for the first time that made you so giddy and lowkey obsessed with him. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to focus on it.

“Understood.” Tasha nodded. She peaked into the room where Harry and the camera crew was setting up. “Alright, you all good to go in? How’re you feeling?” She checked up on you.

“I’m good.” You confirmed. Tasha walked into the room, you trailing behind her. It was the typical setup: a backdrop with the film’s title plastered on it, a few chairs, and a camera crew. Tasha greeted Jeff, Harry’s manager, the two sharing a friendly hug. You greeted him as well before walking further into the room.

Already sat in the director’s chair with his name behind it was Harry. He was on his phone, mindlessly scrolling with his brows scrunched together, almost slouching in the chair. The increase in volume kn the room caught his attention, causing him to look up from his phone.

You eyes widen when his instantly connect with yours. His face brightens, eyebrows raising and a smile that squeezed into his cheeks.

“Hey you!” He excitedly greets you, hopping out of the chair with his arms wide open for you. Your own lips form into its own sweet smile as you find yourself being engulfed by Harry’s arms.

“Hello to you too!” You laugh into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his waist. He leans back to look properly at you, though his arms remained around your figure.

“You’re late.” He teased you, a glint of playfulness in his green eyes. Your mouth gaped dramatically, leaning further away from him.

“Am not! I’m actually on time—“ you cut yourself off to look over your shoulder at Tasha. “Tash, we’re on time aren’t we?”

You feel Harry chuckle at your banter, eager to prove him wrong. The blonde smirks at you, “Thirty minutes ahead schedule.”

“Told you.” Harry rolls his eyes at you before bringing you back into his chest. Sure, you were friends, but when it came to showing affection, you and Harry were very touchy and “huggy” people.

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, I’ve missed ya.” He looked down at you, eyeing your outfit for the day. “You look gorgeous by the way, love.”

A light blush forms on your cheeks, “Thank you, H. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You say, patting the lapels of his blazer. His outfit was fashionably casual yet comfy all at the same time. It made him look very soft and cuddly. Plus that stand of hair that curled against his forehead was very attractive—simple yet very effective.

He thanks you, leading you towards your chairs with his arm around you. He gives you a hand to hop onto the director’s chair before sitting in his own.

You lean you elbow on the arm rest and place your chin in your palm, “So, first interview for the movie, you nervous?”

He copies your stance, shifting closer to you, so the conversation was only between you both.

“Y’know what? Yes, actually I am.” He admits with a breath.

“Really?”

“Yeh, I mean it’s a bit different from other movies I’ve promoted. I’ve never been so self conscious about accidentally spoiling something.” He spoke, using his hands to emphasize his point. “Marvel’s bloody secretive, I feel like m’head’s bout to be chopped off or something if I let something slip.”

You let out the laugh at his comment, “I mean you’re not Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo, so you’ll be fine.” You said, nudging his shoulder with yours.

Shaking his head he stares at you, “I don’t know how y’do it, I’m shitting m’pants right now.” The corner of his lip raises to cover up his nerves. He was joking for the most part, although Harry was genuinely worried about sharing too much about the movie or his character. The movie was a big deal to him since it was a different experience to the previous movies he’s been in. Marvel movies had more action to them and it was an honor to be part of the wide-ranging world of the MCU.

Harry was more than happy to be coupled up with you for the entire press tour. Besides the fact that’s he’s been having a budding crush on you, the two of you got along great and we’re very comfortable with each other’s presence. You bounced off each other effortlessly and there was a natural connection between you both—at least that’s what Harry believes.

“Oh, please! You’re going to be fine, Harry. I’m sure these interviews will feel like a breeze once you get through the first one.” You assure him, placing a hand on his arm. “Plus, I’m gonna be right next to you if you need help. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You grin, the dimples in your cheeks going unnoticed by Harry. He had an urge to poke them, not in a menacing or teasing kind of way, but in a “oh you’re so cute, I adore you” type of way.

Harry hums into his palm gazing staring at you, “Guess you’ll be my good luck charm then, huh?”

“Sure, though I can’t guarantee how much luck I’ll be for you.” You snort, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I mean you’ve already got the charm, think we’re already halfway there, darling.” He shamelessly flirted. A boost of confidence shot through him when he saw you attempt to hide the smile behind your hand.

“Shut it.” You muttered, feeling a bit flustered at his comment. You’re so pathetically down bad for this man that a simple bloody pickup line was enough to have you blushing like a teenager, you thought to yourself. Gosh, you wanted to ram yourself into a wall headfirst.

Harry huffed, gently pulling your hand from your face, “Oi, don’t get all shy on me. I don’t need ya ignoring me the entire day.”

You placed your hand down to glare at him, “That was one time.”

“Y’still didn’t talk to me the entire day.” Harry rebutted, tilting his head at you. Happy that he could finally see your face again, he rested his head on your shoulder. The room was full of murmurs from different people. The film crew was double checking all the equipment and lighting before interviews began, while Tasha and Jeff were having a run down on today’s schedule.

Everything around you and Harry was loud and borderline chaotic. Yet the two of you sat in comfortable silence. Since you’ve arrived Harry’s nerves had calmed down. His palms weren’t moist and his heart wasn’t pounding as hard against his chest anymore.

“Y’know I actually did miss you.” Harry spoke, shifting to look up at you.

“I missed you too. I always see videos and pictures of you on tour, looks like so much fun.” You hum. Harry lifts his head off you, “Oh, y’keeping tabs on me now?” He smirked, earning him a swat on the chest to which he feigned hurt at.

“You wish.” You scoffed jokingly.

“You should come to one of the shows one day. I know a guy who can get me tickets.” He offered, the corners of his eyes crinkling at his own joke.

“Oh really?” You play along. Harry nodded seriously, “Yeh, he works for the guy who sings and all that. I heard he’s a right dick though.”

“Your friend’s not wrong.” You claim causing Harry to gasp at you in offense. The banter was cut short when Tasha and Jeff approached you two, signing that it was time for the interviews to start.

*clip 1 🎬*

“So Harry, how was it like to work with someone who’s been in the Marvel business for a while now?” Claire, an interviewer asked. “Did you ask her for any advice? Have you learned anything from her—what was that like?” Harry took a sip from his Starbucks cup and hummed.

Harry turned his head to look at Y/n with the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“She was horrible.” The camera panned to Y/n who’s mouth was in an “o” shape. Before she can speak, Harry placed a hand on her knee and began sputtering apologies through his laughter.

“He’s quite the comedian.” Y/n sarcastically remarks while Harry is pulling her into his side. Claire giggles at the two’s antics.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Harry started. His arm remained around Y/n’s shoulders. “Y/n’s the opposite of horrible. She’s been such a help since day one and she’s been helping me today during these interviews. Uhm, I’m very appreciative of her actually—because she’s been patient with me and the ridiculous amount of questions I have. She’s been a kind of guide for me while we were filming this movie and I couldn’t have gotten through it without her.” He finished with a shy shrug.

“That was sweet.” Y/n cooed at Harry, who only blushed in response.

“Was it?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Well I meant it.”

*clip 2 🎬*

“I know you guys can’t say much about the movie, but can one of you try to give the audience an idea of what goes down in this film?” Josh another interviewer asked.

Y/n hummed to herself in thought.

“Y’know I’ve been dreading that question.” Harry mentioned wiggling his pointer finger at the interviewer. Y/n snorted to herself and jokingly pushed Harry to lean back into his seat.

“I’ll take it.”

Harry looks up at the ceiling and said, “Oh, thank God.”

Josh laughed at Harry, “You’re not willing to risk spoiling it, huh?”

Harry shook his head, “Are y’kidding me? I’ve been on the edge of m’seat the entire time.”

“Have the people at Marvel given you the talk about spoiling the movies?” Josh asked.

“Yeh, they’re very strict about what we’re allowed to say and not say about the film.” Harry pointed behind him, “Actually a few minutes before we started, they had to pull me aside and remind me that I can’t say this or that about the film.”

An amused expression was on Y/n’s features, “Did they actually?”

Harry looked at her seriously, “Yeah! Wait—you didn’t get one?”

“Nope.” Y/n answered causing Harry to slump into his seat with his arms crossed. Josh and Y/n laughed at the man.

“Hey man, Y/n doesn’t need it, she’s a trained professional.” Josh said in the actress’s defense.

“Y/n, how has Harry been in the spoiling department? Has he let anything slip or almost slip?”

“He’s been doing well. Thankfully, he hasn’t let anything slip out yet, but that’s only cause he makes me answer all the hard questions.” Y/n replied, making quotation marks with her hands when she said the word hard.

Harry raised his hand like a child in primary school.

“I’d like to point out that I just helped us avoid answering the question about the movie by changing the subject.” He stated proudly earning himself a high five from his lovely co-star.

*clip 3 🎬*

“So Harry, we got to meet Eros towards the end of the first Eternals movie. What can the audience expect from him in this sequel?” Silence filled the room as Harry stared at the interviewer with a blank expression.

“Uh—hmm—what can we expect from Eros?” Harry mumbled to himself, looking everywhere but the interviewer.

“Mmm, uh, I-I don’t know.” He tried to answer with a sheepish grin on his lips. Harry fully turned his body to look at Y/n and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“I need help.” He whispered, though the mic picked it up. Y/n began to whisper in his ear with her hands covering her mouth. Harry’s mouth gaped as if he were going to speak.

“Uh, we get to learn more about him as a character and what he means to the story of the film.” He recited almost childlike.

“What are some things will we learn about Eros in this film—that you can tell us, of course?” The interviewer continued to question, enjoying the interaction between Harry and Y/n.

Harry’s eyes widened as he sheepishly leaned back down to Y/n. She giggled to herself and began whispering in his ear again. Harry’s eyes furrowed before looking at Y/n in confusion.

“Am I allowed to say that?” He asked her.

“Yeah, they mentioned it at the end of the movie.” She explained.

“When?” His tone growing more confused and concerned that he wasn’t aware of the information about his character. Harry scratched his temple with the hand that rested behind Y/n’s chair and placed his hand back where it was.

“When Eros literally entered the scene.” Y/n clarified. Harry awkwardly smiled at the interviewer and sat back into his seat.

“If I get in trouble I’m blaming you.” Harry warned her.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, “They all know Thanos and Eros are brothers, Harold.” She looks at the interviewer, “Right?”

The interview nodded in confirmation, “Yes ma’am.”

“Well alright then, anyway—.” Harry continued

*clip 4🎬*

“I think I’m not the only one who notices the lovely friendship between you two, you guys are adorable.” The next interviewer, Ana, pointed out.

Harry nudged Y/n cheekily, “Oh, stop it.”

“But you guys really are!” Ana exclaimed at the the two. Harry threw his arm around Y/n and pressed their cheeks together.

“We’re cute aren’t we?”

“We just can’t resist each other, we must be together all the time.” Y/n said, going along with Harry. She grasped his arms around her and squeezed it.

“At all costs. We’re practically attached at the hip.”

Ana laughed at the two actors, “I don’t doubt that.”

*clip 5🎬*

“How was it like working with each other? You guys seem like very great friends so I’m assuming all was well?” Another interviewer, Ben questioned the two.

Harry was seen stretching down in his seat to grab Y/n’s coffee, who was seconds earlier, struggling to pick up her coffee from the floor. He hands her the cup while she thanks him quietly.

“I guess I’ll start, Y/n’s been helping me answer questions all day.” Harry began. Y/n chuckled at him and continued to sip on her straw.

“We really do get on well, Y/n and I. I enjoyed working with everyone in the cast, but I honestly had the best time with her. Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever admitted this, but I’m a huge fan of her and her work. It was a huge honor to work with someone who’s insanely talented. She puts so much passion in her work and working alongside her is something I’d like to do again. She’s the sweetest and most caring person I’ve ever met and she never fails to make me laugh, I truly adore her.” Harry admiringly answered, fiddling with the rings that wrapped around his long fingers.

“Harry.” Y/n cooed at him, her heart warming at his little speech. Her hand smoothed his back, lightly brushing past his brunette hair.

Harry sniffed and jokingly wiped an invisible tear from his eye, “Gosh, I’m sorry.” Causing Y/n and Ben to laugh.

“Y/n? How about you?”

Y/n smiled to herself, “I mean he’s amazing. Like he said, we got really close to each other on set and we’ve became the best of friends. It was a joy to work beside him, he brought so much energy to set and was an all around sweetheart. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love him, he’s someone you want to always be around and have in your life. It made me really happy and proud to see him on the big screen because he’s so talented and I wish to see him in more films in the future.” She answered beaming at Harry with a glint in her eyes.

Harry rested his chin in his palm and stared at Y/n with the same look in his eyes, “We should just become a two in one deal and film all our movies with each other.”

“That’s not a bad idea, Styles.” Y/n acknowledged.

“It’s a good idea innit?” Harry looks behind the camera and waves his hand, “Get on that, Jeffery!”

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Typical Stiles

Stiles always has important questions.~ 🧐 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 1/26/24 prompt: ‘bite, size, know’. Theme: 'gentleness.' 100 words. Rated T. Tags: established relationship, implied sexual content, banter.

"...You're huge."

"Compared to you, yeah," said Derek.

Stiles huffed out a disbelieving laugh as he continued staring from his position straddling Derek's lap. "Compared to you, I'm bite-sized."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"You're huge."

"I know," said Derek. "You already said that."

"'Cause you're frickin' huge!"

Derek snorted and pulled Stiles closer to leave more kiss marks on his neck. "Are you worried that I'm too big?"

"Oh, you'll fit," said Stiles with zero hesitation. "I'll make you fit," he promised.

Derek raised his eyebrows. "But?"

"...Has anyone ever thought you were carrying 'cause you're so big?"

"Wow."