Propmts From Reedsy.com

propmts from reedsy.com

what fics im planning on writing.

A/N: i am not good at writing gundham but i rlly enjoyed writing this fluff! sorry its not v good.

You smiled at the sight before you. Your powerful dark king had fallen asleep ontop of the desk in the corner of your guys’ shared bedroom, his four ‘Dark Devas of Destruction’ snuggled around him. Maga-Z lifted his head to look up at you, before laying back down and curling back up into a ball.

You gave a light chuckle. As much as a handful Gundham could be, he was such a cutie sometimes. It was hard for you to believe that he was as dangerous as he had previously stated. He was truly one of the sweetest guys you knew.

Walking over to the sleeping king, you gently shook his shoulders, the devas waking before Gundham. Speaking of which, when Tanaka had awoken from his deep slumber, he stretched his arms up and yawned. As cute as the guy could be you must admit, his sleepy voice is truly a treasure.

“Oh. . . I must've drifted off,” his voice was raspy and combining that with his normal deep voice. . . . ohhh boy. Of course, you've heard his sleepy voice before. But still, it made your cheeks flush lightly.

“Would you like to lay in bed to sleep some more, my love?” You gently rubbed his shoulders as he leaned against. He was silent for a few moments before letting out a soft sigh. “I suppose it'd be better then sleeping at this desk.” You giggled lightly before grabbing a hold of his hand and pulling him and the devas towards your guys’ bed.

Gundham sat the devas in their little cage and chuckled as you pushed him onto the bed, before laying on top of him, cuddling to his chest.

“I love you, my dark king.”

“I love you as well, my queen

‪So um last summer I was in a psych ward and two rules kinda pissed me off. If we didn’t eat everything on our plate we’d be sent to therapy and our closets were always locked.‬ I hated talking and the food was fucking awful. So um anytime I needed in my closet, I would tap a nurse and whisper what I needed, example I needed shoes, I’d tap a nurse and whisper shoes. The nurses hated it so much that they began to pretend not to hear me and it sent me into severe panic attacks.

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THIS IS HOW I FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WATCH? ENIE MINIE MINY MOE THAT SHIT

UF papyrus: I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS!!!

Y/N: mmmmmmm

UF sans: and I'm sans, sans the skeleton

Y/N: MMMMMMMM

Y/N, in love this both: well, theres only one way to settle this

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Y/N: enie minie miny mo-

You awoke from your slumber, still drowsy and numb from your sleep. You roll over to face your boyfriend, his dark brown locks slightly falling on his face. His rounded glasses lay on the bedside table along with your guys’ phones and a small clock reading 8:41 AM.

You sigh softly, allowing your eyes to land back at your usually anxious boyfriend. He looked much calmer than he did awake, his brows weren't scrunched up, his lips weren't curved into his awkward smile, he looked calm. With everything he's been through, he deserves to be happy.

You stand up from the bed, pulling off the covers. You take a glance back to Eric, smiling softly, you lean down and give a soft kiss to his forehead.

You head into the bathroom attached to your guys’ bedroom and begin undressing to take a warm morning shower.

Eric stirred hearing the sound of running water, opening his eyes and adjusting to the light slipping through the curtains, he leaned up slowly. Glancing around, he took notice of a few things. 1) You were no longer in bed, meaning you were the one in the shower. 2) The clock read 8:57 AM. 3) The shower had just been turned off from the sound of it.

He laid back down, taking in a deep breath and letting his eyes gently fall back down. Eric has never felt so calm while being awake in his life, you had really made the poor boy happy.

He opened his eyes to the feeling of you jumping onto the bed. He looked over at you, smiling softly. You smiled as well, kissing Eric once more.

He deserves to be happy. . . .

*A/N: Sorry it's not that great, it's my first x-reader. Plus I'm not a good writer.*