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summary: Harry never thought he would fall in love during a youtube video his friends had him do.

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harry lewis x fem!reader

word count: 1.2K

please this is actual shit i’m sorry :(

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 in the middle of the setup, bright white lights practically blinding him. Downing his beer in his hands, he attempted to calm his nerves in preparation for this video.

He could hear his friends laughing into his earphone, a muffled voice of JJ saying “Harry, chill! Yo, Harry chill out man!”

Throwing down the beer can, Harry groaned in frustration and nerves. “This is the worst day of my life, like- like honestly, I don’t want to be here.” “I would pay all I have in my account to not be here right now, but I’m here.” His chest rose and fell into a loud cry of all the emotions he had kept in to until now.

Hearing his friends laugh at his antics hardly helped to boost his confidence for the video, but he knew it was going to be a big hit. I mean, talking to a few attractive girls, what’s the worst that could happen?

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You walked onto the set, now feeling slightly suffocated by the amount of white lighting they had included for the backgrounds.

Harry turned his gaze to you, not expecting such a beauty to walk in. His mouth fell agape for what he believed to be less than a second, but turned out not to be as he could hear the people behind the cameras and his friends laughing hysterically at him.

The closer you walked towards him, the lower his gaze got. The side camera got a clear shot of him checking you out not so subtly, Harry quickly looking away as he knew how much shit he would get for it later.

You smiled sweetly at him, knowing your instructions of not revealing any information about yourself for now. You couldn’t lie, he was gorgeous. Now feeling an intense amount of stress of being rejected by this handsome man, that would just be humiliating.

Harry’s heart practically burst when you smiled at him. If this was a cartoon, his character would definitely have huge heart eyes right now.

He gulped and without any hesitation, he spoke nervously “Yes”. You let out a sigh of relief as he said that one three letter word. Giving him an awkward thumbs up, you said a quick goodbye beginning to walk off.

“Only if, If only you, I mean you don’t? Fuck!” He yelled out at the end after attempting to fix his mistake which wasn’t even a mistake, stumbling over his words infront of you.

“Harry!” Ethan yelled into his ear piece, howling at the nervous wreck on the screen. Harry completely crumbled to the floor, letting out a cry of embarrassment.

Not only has he embarrassed himself already infront of the public, but the pretty girl he had just seen.

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Wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans, you walked as slow as possible to the ‘destine to be awkward’ room.

Waddling over to the place you dreaded most, you tried to come up with any conversation starter, or any awkward silence fillers, literally anything rather to suffer this labelled worst date ever.

Harry knew it was you next, he had been waiting for this one the entire video since he last saw you. And when you decided to stay with the other 8 women, the boys had never seen Harry happier.

Realising the point of the video, Harry panicked and alerted the boys. “Boys, boys, please!”

“What?” He heard the voice of Vik speak questionably into the microphone.

“Please, please! I swear if you fucking dare!” Harry growled comedically into the earpiece.

“Oh shit! It’s the one he likes next!” He heard Ethan yell, the sound on stomped was heard immediately after, assuming they had all jumped up and down in amusement when they realised they could make this man’s life hell.

Seeing your figure enter the room made all his friends laughs seen muffled to him, it was as if someone pressed play on George Michael’s ‘Careless Whisper’ as he watched you walk his way.

Wait, no. JJ was actually playing ‘Careless Whisper’ through the microphone to Harry’s earpiece.

You leaned over to Harry, shaking his hand firmly as eye contact act wasn’t broken. “I’m Y/N” You greeted.

“Hi” Harry sighed out, tilting his head at you, completely mesmerised by your beauty. He could hear the sidemen laughing at the lovesick man but Harry actively decided to ignore them, making them laugh even harder.

You smiled at his face full of adoration as his gaze was fixated on you, “You’re Harry right?” You questioned, starting a conversation with the pretty man opposite you.

Harry’s cheeks stained a rosy blush at the way you said his name making a soft smile fall onto his face. “Yeah, yeah that’s me!”

“So what do you do?” He questioned you as if you two were on a real date, he felt easy with you, like words just fell out his mouth before he had time to protest.

As you two had a genuine conversation with flirty remakes hidden in there, JJ wouldn’t not stop pestering Harry to scratch his ass in the middle of a conversation. Each and everytime Harry ignored it.

“Scratch your fucking ass Harry!” JJ screamed into the microphone making Harry flinch in his seat.

Noticing this, you asked “Are you okay?” He nodded convincingly but pointed to something behind you, “What? What’s that?”

You turned around looking for what Harry had seen. While you turned, Harry ripped his earpiece out and threw it behind him just in time for you turning back. The hysterics the sidemen were in were unbelievable.

Harry just smiled when you asked what he actually saw and continued on with what would be one of many dates to come in the future.

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harry being in love with Y/N is all i need haha

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Harry ain’t slick with Y/N

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fuck harry i want Y/N

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OH THEY ARE 100% GUNNA GET TOGETHER HAFSHBIR

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the heart eyes for Y/N man cute

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red carpet surprise || Tom Holland

Summary: You're just as famous as Tom attending a red carpet together in honour of one of Tom's films and an interviewer knows a little bit more about you than Tom does.

Rating: G

Warning: N/A

Dating a famous person was never something you were directly opposed to, but it wasn't something that was common for you. For the longest time in your career you stuck to mundane men with normal jobs, those who would stay in one place. At least, until 5 years ago.

Five years ago you were single for the first time in a little while and excited to meet new people. You wanted to step out of your comfort zone, to try something new so you went on vacation to Hawaii.

You new a few actors in Hawaii, and you thought, why not visit them! SO you visited Jacob Batalon at his home, not expecting to see your secret celebrity crush there. You met Tom, and while spending time with Jacob you intern had spent a decent amount of time with Tom as well.

You really didn't think that anything would come out of it, but just before you left the island Tom asked to see you more. And here you are five years later with the hottest man in Hollywood in on your hip and a finger on your finger.

Red carpets together was something rare, but something you cherished. Going out of the way to match your dress to his suit in a subtle way, and staying out of the way of the interviewers. This wasn't your movie after all. You were very lucky still to be able to stay with Tom the whole time, admiring him during interviews and signing a few sneaky autographs in his path.

The final interview before you would be ushered inside Tom was so excited. For so many things, and you yourself were happy to see this. But you were nervous, you had to tell Tom when you got home tonight.

Tom's hand stayed around your waist while he stood thorough the interview, you leaned your head on his shoulder listening to him ramble on about the show. Then you hear your name.

"We've just heard the news, congratulations. To you both I suppose," your eyes were wide, and you could feel Tom's grip on you tighten, confusion lacing his expression.

"Sorry, could you be a bit more specific? I mean, it's a night of congratulations after all..." the interviewer believed this, and apologized for assuming you would know. And then they continued.

"We just got news, that you two are expecting your first child together. Congratulations I know you two will be the best parents a kid could ask for. Are you far along?"

"No, just a few weeks. And thank you..."

Tom mumbled his thank you as well before the two of you were ushered off. Inside the safety of the building where everything was more relaxed you pulled yourself from his softened grip with pleading eyes.

"Tom, i was going to tell you. I've only known for a few weeks, there's still time and options. I don't know who told them, i swear it wasn't me - i was going to tell you tonight. I had this whole thing planned out, it's sitting on the bed at home I-"

His eyes were full of tears, and his hand was shaking gently as he touched your hand pulling you into him. He was warm, and safe and not at all angry. He let a few sobs rack his body before he kissed your head and pulled you out far enough that he could look at you - his eyes full of nothing but love and a few tears.

"Love, i'm not mad. I know they can be sneaky it's okay. You're really pregnant?" A nod and his eyes grow big. "How far along, do you know what it is yet?"

"Eight weeks, we won't know for a few more weeks what the gender is. The Nurse thinks it's a girl."

"Whatever this baby is, now, or in the future, i will love them with all of my heart."

"I can't believe they ruined the surprise. Now everything at home is ruined!"

Tom wiped a single tear from your cheek, "i'll just pretend i don't know when we get home yeah?"

"Oh you don't-"

"No, no, i will. I want to see the surprise, and for you to be happy about how i found out."

"I love you Tom."

"I love you too my Darling."

(un) expected | tom holland x reader

pairing: pregnant! reader x actor! tom holland

warnings: extended warnings will be given for each chapter, please read them carefully and proceed only if you feel comfortable/safe!

one (coming soon) 

my thirst is endless. enjoy 🙃

my shitty, shitty minho fic that took ages [tmr minho]

I'm sick of rereading this so here is 3.5k words of shitty, self indulgent writing. The confession could have 100% been more heartfelt but I'm sick of looking this in my google docs. There is most definitely a ton of mistakes but idc <3

this isn't really enemies to lover but the whole dynamic minho and the reader have kinda wrote itself lmao

HERE YOU MFS- @agathallalongs @blanknamed

You were fine with the way you woke up. Hell, you preferred it over some snot-nosed kid coming in and waking you up. And as it turns out, having the same schedule for a little under a year makes for a great internal clock, the habit of getting up in time for your daily run already having been instilled in you for months. So when you’re pulled from the peaceful lulls of sleep because of the feeling of being flipped upside down and landing face-first into the dirt floor of the Glade, you were rightfully peeved.

“Rise and shine shank.”

Minho. Of course it was Minho.

“I’m gonna throw you off the Cliff the minute we’re far enough into the Maze.” Sitting up, you try to rub off the dirt that got on your face when you face planted, scowling at the stains that litter the front of your shirt. “This was a new shirt too.”

“Were you thinking of going running with me or do you plan on sitting in the dirt all day?” Despite him being out of sight you can practically see the smug look he’s wearing. “Hey, maybe you can convince Winston to let you get in the pig pen so you can take a nice mud bath.”

Groaning, you finally stand up and turn around to face him. He’s standing with his arms crossed, holding a paper bag which you presumed had your lunch in it on the other side of your hammock, your very, very twisted hammock.

“Why the hell did you wake me up? I get up fine on my own.”

He shrugs in response, “I just felt like it.”

“You just felt like waking me up or you just felt like getting the world record for ‘biggest pain in the ass’?”

“A bit of both, and seeing your face when you spat out that dirt made you so much more attractive.”

Heat crawls up your neck in embarrassment, “Slim it.” Furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, you gesture in front of you to the tangled mess that hangs between you, “Also you’re gonna fix that.”

“No. It’s your bed.”

“You’re the one who flipped me over! Fix it.”

He stares at you for a second before turning on his heel and jogging off. While he turns to leave you barely catch the way his lips quirk into a smirk. As you watch his retreating figure you can feel your fingers twitch, the urge to strangle him suddenly overwhelming.

“Hey! Get back here shuck-face!” As quickly as you can, you slip your shoes on, not bothering to tie them and pull the leather harness over your head. After one last disapproving glance at your pathetic hammock you’re off, racing after Minho in an effort not to let him get too far ahead. If he beat you to the Doors you’d never hear the end of it.

By the time you catch up with him you’re out of breath. Everytime you would get closer than a few feet behind him he’d run a little faster keeping you at a good few paces behind him, succeeding at prolonging your ever-growing exasperation.

Eventually though he lets you catch up until you’re running side by side, a few meters away from the Walls. “This prison wouldn’t be half as bad if the Creators had put anyone else in here other than you. Preferably someone cuter, without such a punchable face.” You don’t have to look at him to imagine the offended look on his face, one of his most punchable expressions actually.

“I am by far the most attractive guy here. The rest of these shanks look like klunk in cargo shorts.”

“Yeah no. You don’t even break the top 21 on my list.” Once you reach the wall, you lean against it, waiting for the doors to open. When you look at Minho he quirks an eyebrow.

“You have a list?” He pauses for a moment, “Wait there’s only 22 gladers. You included yourself on your own list?”

“Good job! I wasn’t sure if you knew how to count.”

“Slim it. So who’re the top 3?”

You pause for a moment pretending to mull it over. “Well, Gally’s got that whole tall and brooding thing going. And Nick, well I like a man who can take charge-”

“Yeah, yeah okay I get it.” He waves his hand in the air rather indignantly, dismissing what you said. After a minute of silence. the grating sound of rock being dragged against rock echoes through the Glade as the Doors finally start to open. As he tightens the straps of his harness, Minho glances down at the ground and pauses for a moment before he snickers, “You better tie your shoes if you don’t want to trip and ruin your pretty face. Might knock you down a few pegs on that list of yours.”

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It had been hours since you’d left the Glade, running the familiar course of the Maze. The only entertainment being watching the way the back of Minho’s neck turns a lovely shade of red every time you make a particularly irritating comment.

“Hey it’s getting late. We should go back to the Glade.”

Minho shakes his head in disbelief. “It’s not that late. We still have plenty of time to get back.”

“But I finally convinced Fry to make bacon and there's no way that they’ll be any left unless we get there early.” You draw out the last syllable in a whine, knowing exactly how to get under his skin.

He pivots, still continuing to run just now facing backwards. “Is Frypans bacon really more important than finding a way out of this hell hole?”

“Yes!”

“...Fine-” His sigh of annoyance is cut off abruptly as he trips, falling backwards and landing with a loud huff as the air is knocked out of his lungs.

“Shit, Minho!” You kneel beside him as he lays still, “Are you okay?!” Your voice seems to ricochet off the walls.

It takes a moment before he groans, his eyes still closed. “Why are you so shucking loud?”

“Sorry. Are you okay?” Quieting your tone, you hover over him.

He finally opens his eyes, “M’ fine. I just tripped.” Pushing himself up, he tries to stand but the minute he puts pressure on his ankle he gasps in pain, stumbling into you as you stand to catch him.

“Shit. Okay, you just need to sit down.” You lead him over to the wall, letting him support himself against it before he slides down to sit. When he stretches his legs out in front of him you take to kneeling again, this time next to his feet. Rolling back the bottom of his pant leg you check to see how bad his ankle is and judging by the wincing and the gritting of his teeth you’re betting on not good.

It’s only been a minute but you feel your heart drop at the way it’s already swollen and starting to bruise. You frown as you press your finger against it lightly, snapping your hand back as Minho recoils, growling in pain.

“Don’t touch it!”

“Fine. Good luck finding someone else in here that’ll help you. I’m sure the Grievers would be happy to assist.”

“It just hurts asshole, no need to get snappy.”

“Yeah, yeah just stop your whining you big baby.”

He cringes as you begin to prod his ankle again and sets his head back to rest against the wall.

“Well I’d say it’s just a fracture, it doesn't look too messed up- Minho?” He doesn’t respond. “Hey! Minho!” You reach in front of his face and snap your fingers, “C’mon I need you to wake up!”

He moans as he opens his eyes, well squints his eyes. He can barely keep them open half way, “Why is it so bright in here?”

Furrowing your eyebrows you glance up, it really isn’t that bright, gray clouds float across the majority of the sky and cover most of the sun. Looking back at his face, you can’t stop the nauseating feeling of fear that gnaws in your stomach. “Here, move your head off the wall, I need to check something.”

The dark stain on the wall where he was resting against is enough evidence but some irrational, hopeful part of you checks anyways, reaching around him and pressing your fingers to the back of his head. When you bring your hand back, your fingers are covered in blood.

“Damn it.” You try your hardest to push down the anxiety thundering in your stomach as you grab Minho’s arm and wrap it around your shoulder. Now is not the time to panic. “We need to get you back to the Glade.”

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You’re not surprised he’s heavy, almost a year of running almost everyday tends to build up a lot of muscle however that doesn't make it any easier for you to carry him. You had to have been stumbling around for hours before you had to fully set him down to catch your breath.

“You really need to lay off Fry’s cooking. I’m telling him that you’re going on a diet the minute we get back.”

You only get silence in response, prompting you to look over and make sure he hadn’t passed out again. His eyes were open but his mind seemed to be elsewhere, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes focusing on something on the wall across from the one you were leaning against. You raise your hand and rest it against his shoulder, “Minho?”

“You need to leave me behind.”

The nauseous feeling returns, “What? No way I’m leaving you here to be Griever food.”

His face twists in frustration as he turns to look at you. “We’ll both be killed if you don’t get the hell out!”

“We still have time! I can carry you the rest of the way just fine.” Grabbing his wrist you pull his arm across your shoulders, tightening your grip when you feel him try to tug his arm back. “We’re going.” You wrap your arm around his waist to support him as you force him to stand.

He tries to pull away, “Why are you being so shucking stubborn! I can barely walk! There’s no way you’ll make it time before the Doors close.”

“Well that’s tough for me I guess.” You begin to walk forward, trying to adjust the way his body weight rested against you.

He begins to say your name but you interrupt him, “No! I’m not leaving you and that’s final.” Cursing the slight waver in your voice you continue to look ahead, choosing to ignore the frustrated look on his face.

It doesn’t take long for exhaustion to set in, Minho seeming to weigh even more every ten minutes. As you drag your feet across the uneven floor, the toe of your shoe catches on a crack, sending you both stumbling forward for what seems like the fiftieth time. The only difference is that this time you aren’t able to catch yourself, fatigue catching up with you and sending both you and Minho careening forward.

Stabbing pain shoots through your legs as you fall to your knees, the sound of Minho groaning in pain causes waves of guilt to wash over you. The sudden realization of just how dire your situation seems to suffocate you.

This was all your fault, if you hadn’t been so annoying Minho never would have tripped. If you were strong enough you would have been able to carry him all the way. Why weren’t you strong enough?

The soft call of your name shakes you out of your stupor, it’s followed by a hand pressed against the side of your face. It’s only when his thumb swipes against your cheek that you realize you’re crying.

“I’m sorry.” You shift slightly until you’re sitting down, knees pulled up to your chest. He follows and sits next you with his legs stretched out, hissing as he accidentally drags his ankle across the ground. “This is my fault.” Staring at the exposed part of his ankle, your stomach swirls at the dark purple bruising.

When he notices you staring he’s quick to pull his pant leg down, “This isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have been running backwards.” He watches you for a second, contemplating, before he speaks again, “You can still leave now and make it.”

“I’m not talking about this again.”

“Why not-”

“I just can’t leave you behind okay! It would kill me knowing that I got us into this mess and I couldn’t get both of us out alive.”

“So you’re just going to kill yourself because you would feel bad if you didn’t?” At his harsh words you whip your head to look at him, surprised to find him angry, his nose flaring and teeth gritting.

“Why are you getting so mad?! And you know it’s more than that! I’m not leaving you here, you can yell all you want but it’s not going to change anything.”

He throws his hands up in the air in indignation, “Why?! Why do you have to be so stubborn!” His tone is harsh and he practically spits his words at you.

A flurry of emotions lodges in your throat and a burning, hot anger ignites in the deepest pits of your stomach. Your lips are moving faster than your brain can process, “Because I love you, you idiot! I can’t just leave you behind because you're the reason I haven’t jumped the shucking Cliff yet!” Your heart is beating impossible fast and for a split second you wonder if it’s going to beat right out of your chest. You watch as Minho’s face morphs into an expression of shock and before you can identify the emotion swirling in his eyes you swear you can hear someone's footsteps.

You scramble to your feet, straining your ears in hopes that you weren’t imagining it. In the distance you hear the rushed strides of someone running in your direction and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. It was far too late for another runner to be out in the Maze.

“Hey!” Cupping your hands around your mouth you hope they hear you. You hear Minho grunt and the sound of him dragging against the stone wall as he stands.

His voice rings through Maze as he calls out.

After a moment of tense silence you hear the quick foot falls of another runner getting closer before you spot his familiar blond hair turning the corner.

“Ben! Oh my god!”

He comes to a stop in front of you, his expression worried, “What are you guys still doing here? The Doors are closing soon!”

“Minho got hurt and I wasn’t able to carry him all the way back. Why are you out so late?”

“I figured I’d stay out later than usual. Had a bad feeling.” He glances over your shoulder to look at Minho. “We need to get going if we want to make it in time.”

Nodding your head, you turn around and make your way over to where Minho is leaning against the wall. You can feel his eyes on you, pleading for you to look at him but you’re adamant at avoiding eye contact. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Ben glancing back and forth between you, no doubt feeling the tension.

Having someone else there to help made carrying Minho infinitely easier and the three of you stumbled through the doors just as they began to groan, closing behind you.

“What took you so bloody long?” The familiar accent of Newt floats across the Glade but you’re too exhausted to even look in his direction. It isn’t until he’s standing right in front of you that you tear your eyes from Ben and Minho as they make their way to the Med-Jack hut.

“Minho fractured his ankle and got a concussion.” Your hands clench in anger as you speak, “If it hadn’t been for Ben we wouldn’t have made it out.”

“Aren’t you going to go check on him?” Newt frowns at you.

The thought of being in the same room with Minho after you practically dumped your heart out on him made your stomach churn. “No, I think- I think I’m just going to let him rest for now.”

Newt opens his mouth to comment, no doubt going to point out that you never left Minho’s side but you’re quick to interrupt him. “I’m exhausted. I’m going to go shower and get some rest.” You force a smile and begin to walk in the direction of the showers before he’s able to speak.

It seems to take ages to get to the bathrooms. Fatigue makes your limbs feel sluggish and the adrenaline of being in the Maze ebbs away, leaving aching muscles in its wake. You can’t seem to shake the thoughts of Minho as you scrub yourself clean. He probably wanted nothing to do with you and your big fat mouth. If you’d only bitten your tongue for another minute you wouldn’t have this looming air of regret suffocating you.

The regret seems to pull tighter against your throat when you notice your hammock, still twisted from this morning. Tears gather at your waterline, threatening to spill over. The view in front of you is distorted and watery and your fingers fumble with the twisted strings before you give up, whining in frustration.

You pause for a moment before turning in the direction of the Med-Jack hut, your heart desperately yearning to see him. Before you have time to think, you’re wiping your teary eyes with the back of your hand and practically jogging to the little run down shack, ignoring the throbbing pain in your legs.

Hesitating at the door you take a deep breath, steadying yourself before you’re pushing against it. The room is silent, both Clint and Jeff having left and gone to bed. Scanning the room you notice a bed in the corner, Minho sleeping peacefully under it’s covers. His face slack as he rests, his forehead covered by a thin, white bandage that stretches around his head. As you silently pull up a chair to his bedside you study him, it isn’t often you get to see his face when it isn’t creased with stress or in any expression other than a smirk.

Smiling softly. you reach up and pull his blanket up a little higher until it covers his shoulders, the night had a cold edge to it despite it being well into summer. After sitting there for a few minutes your eyelids begin to get heavy, like something was weighing them down. For a moment the idea of walking back to your hammock crosses your mind but you immediately dismiss it, just thinking about getting up is exhausting. You cross your arms on the side of his bed and rest your head against them. It doesn’t take long before the comfort of sleep consumes you.

Garbled words and the feeling of something brushing against your face is what wakes you this time. Opening your eyes, the first thing you notice are Minho’s pretty brown ones staring back at you, the next thing you notice are the hushed snickers from behind you. Shooting up straight you feel the warm rush of embarrassment flood your cheeks.

“It was about time you woke up!” Clint pipes up, “Lover boy here hasn’t stopped staring at you since we came in here to check on him.”

This time, pink begins to tint Minho’s cheeks and creep up his neck, “Slim it! Get outta here would ya?”

“Okay! We’re going!” You turn around just in time to see Clint pushing Jeff out the door and throwing you a wink before shutting the door.

The awkwardness is palpable as you stare down at your lap. The bed creaks as Minho shifts to sit up against the headboard, the sound seeming incredibly loud in the silence. Mustering up your courage you finally speak.

“I’m sor-”

“I love you too!’

Your head shoots up as he interrupts you, eyes wide as you take in his expression that mirrors your own.

“What?”

His body language tells you that he had most definitely not meant to say that, his mouth moving up and down as he tries to figure out what to say.

Your heart catches in your throat as you process his words, “You love me?”

At the slow nod of his head, a beaming smile splits your face, and before you can stop yourself you're pulling him into a crushing hug. Caught off guard, he stiffens for a moment as you wrap your arms around him but as soon as you let out a shaky breath against his neck he winds his arms around you.

“Is this okay?”

At your hushed tone he pulls you tighter against him, “This is more than okay.”

John Krasinski breaking character in The Office.

druig flirting with the reader after seeing them for the first time in centuries and trying to get them to return his affections and date him

YES my first marvel request!! and druig was my favorite eternal so i'm so happy to write this for you. this includes a lot of pining from druig lol i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! also this is a drabble instead of a full oneshot, but i hope it's good anyways!

gn!reader

cw: eternals spoilers

would you say yes? — druig

"you're telling me you never had feelings for me back in the good old days?" druig laughed with an eyebrow raised, looking at you with doubt. you could only chuckle at his words and shake your head, but you knew he didn't believe you.

this wasn't the way you expected your reunion with druig to go, but it's not like you cared. you were just happy that you were able to see him. he was your best friend for thousands of years while you protected the earth from the deviants together.

"oh, come on. there was a spark back then. you've gotta admit it." he continued, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality. the two of you sat together on your couch, laughing and reminiscing on the memories you shared together. though he always did enjoy messing with you like this. "if i say yes will you shut up?"

he went silent for a moment, "no."

you laughed at his words. knowing that he had feelings for you a long time ago didn't make things awkward for you now. it wasn't like those feelings were still there.

druig hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. he couldn't quite remember how long it had been since he had even been this happy, but he knew this emotion always came out whenever he was around you.

as you looked at him, eyes shut as you laughed at something he said. head thrown back, laying on the arm of the couch. your hand was on his shoulder and the touch set him on fire.

he hadn't ever fallen out of love with you, but he'd also never tried to. he knew no one else would be you, so he didn't bother trying to make non-existent feelings look like they were true. he found no point in that.

"you're so.. perfect." he muttered under his breath to where he thought you couldn't hear, but as soon as h finished his sentence you froze and turned your head towards him instead of the show you'd been watching as you talked. "what?"

"nothing. that was the wind." he stammered, cheeks red as they always got whenever he was embarrassed.

"do you.. really still think that highly of me?" you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. you didn't understand what he'd seen in you back then and you still didn't now. even though he looked at you with so much love in his eyes, you wondered what he saw in you. "i do. i always have." druig told you, lifting your chin up with one of his fingers to look you in the eyes.

"i meant it when i said it. you're perfect. you always have been."

you tensed under his touch, not expecting such a heartfelt confession. you felt a pang in your heart as you looked at him. you hadn't ever thought of him as anything more than a friend but the way he looked at you and the way he held you was so gentle, so filled with care and admiration that it made you feel something new entirely.

"if i asked you out, what would you say?"

"i'd say yes." you said without a second thought.

"then, will you go out with me?" he chuckled, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear with one hand. you felt your face heat up at the intensity of his gaze, but you nodded.

"yes."