#xyn x reader

[vodika-vibes]

I’m back with another request for one of your boys from Shadow Squad! This is from the 50 Date Ideas list. Can I request number 18 “Have a home movie night with popcorn and homemade nachos” with Xyn? Xyn deserves some love, too.

-💋 anon

Date Night with Xyn

Summary: You've been dating Xyn for a year, and he's planned all of the dates, at your insistence. But you've finally come up with an idea for a date of your own.

Pairing: Intelligence Officer Xyn (Clone OC) x Reader

Word Count: 666

Warnings: None

Tagging: @kiss-anon @trixie2023

A/N: This is short, and I didn't quite get into a proper date, but, like, I've been married for 7 years and I can count how many dates I've been on on one hand, so-

Divider by Saradika

You nervously flutter from one side of the apartment to the other, making sure that everything is perfect. Of course, it doesn’t have to be perfect, Xyn isn’t the type to notice imperfections unless they’re an active threat to himself, or you, but you notice them and that’s the problem.

You smooth your hand over the soft blanket that Xyn prefers, and then you hurry into the kitchen to check on the nachos and to make sure the popcorn has already been made.

And then you hurry back into the living room to make sure that the movies you prepped for the evening are actually there and you haven’t misplaced them.

This isn’t your first date with Xyn. In fact, you and Xyn have been dating for over a year at this point, and he always makes sure to take you on at least one date a week, even on the weeks that he’s so exhausted that the date is him napping on your couch while you watch reality tv next to him.

You’re not sure why you’re so anxious this time.

Well…no, that’s not true. This is the first time you’re taking the initiative and planning a date for the pair of you. 

Xyn never seems to have any problem with it. He always comes up with date plans that are both enjoyable and intimate, seemingly without trying. And here you are, running around like a maniac, trying to make this date half as good as anything he could come up with.

You turn and hurry into the kitchen to check on the nachos, just one more time, and jump when you see Xyn standing in the doorway. “Xyn!” You yelp. “When did you get here?”

His eyebrows creep up his forehead, “A couple of minutes ago. I called your name, but you didn’t hear me, I guess.”

You blush, “I…oh. I’m sorry, I was distracted.”

“I can tell,” His gaze flickers around the room, taking in the setup of the living room and the noticeable scent of popcorn in the air, “What’s all this, cyare? Are you expecting company?”

“Just you,” You reply quickly, “I…uh…wanted to surprise you.” You hurry over to him, and take his hand in both of yours, pulling it up so you’re able to rub your cheek against his roughened palm, “You just…you do so much for me, and I wanted to do the same for you.”

He smiles at you, and you want to swoon for a moment. For all that Xyn looks the most like all of his brothers outside of Shadow, you swear up and down that he’s the most handsome. 

“You make it sound like it’s a hardship, cyare.” His voice is soft and gentle, “I like spoiling you.”

“I know, and I love that about you.” You beam at him, “But I want to spoil you too. So-” You lightly tug him over to the couch, “Have a seat. I found some new documentaries that I think you’ll be interested in-”

“You hate documentaries,” Xyn points out as he sits back on the couch and stretches his legs towards the ottoman. 

“Well…yes.” You admit, “but you can’t stand the movies that I like, and I want to spend time with you, more than I want to watch movies.”

He smiles, “Okay, what else do you have.”

“Um…I popped popcorn, before you got here. I know you don’t like the sound.” You say cheerfully, “And I made nachos, they’re in the oven right now.”

Xyn’s smile is softer, somehow. “You’re amazing.”

You blush and duck your head, “No I…I’m just me, really.”

He holds his hands out to you, and you take them, squeaking in delight as he tugs you onto the couch with him, “And you are amazing.”

You blush a little more, but shoot him a lovestruck grin, “You do so much more when you plan our dates…but I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

“I get to spend time with you. What’s not to enjoy?”

#star wars #tcw #clone oc x reader #xyn x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

[moon7jay]

how you think each member will hold hands

and favorite positions

HEESEUNG

Please tell me this isn't heeseung because the hand placement, the size difference, the way it's romantic but also you have no choice but to take it cuz he's holding your hands flushed against the sheets???

Favorite position : Cowgirl

The view of you on top of him, using his body for your own pleasure? Lord, sign him up. Contrary to popular belief, this man would love to be tied up and get used like your very own personal dildo. loves when you play with his nipples and scratch his chest while taking what belongs to you. "Yeah baby, keep fucking it, keep bouncing on that fucking dick" he'd whine, his throat parched while he watches your boobs bouncing in his face as you ride him. The view so erotic that he'd end up cumming without warning. That doesn't mean that he won't absolutely fucking ruin your pussy once he has you underneath him tho.

JAY

Man is a lover boy through and through, hands intertwining while he messily makes out with you is literally what he lives for. He's always gentle with you, clutching your hand tightly in his during sex gives him that sense of intimacy, which he so dearly craves.

Favorite position : Missionary

like I said, a lover boy through and through. Eye contact is a must for him to truly get into sex. His hooded gaze will be pivoted to your face, drinking in your pleasure filled expressions, the sight of small whimpers falling from your red lips while your eyes roll to the back of your head, will quite literally drive him crazy. Sharing hot breaths, gasping and moaning into each other's mouths, kissing messily while he pounds you into the sheets. Yup. That's what sex is all about to him. "just want to keep fucking you like this baby" he'd moan into your mouth, sighing in pleasure at feeling you clench around his throbbing length.

JAKE

Hear me out. Jake gets so pussy drunk while fucking into your wet, gummy walls that he'd be the one gripping onto the sheets. Gasping and moaning like a dog in heat while you wrap your hands around his wrists, begging him to slow down. Will he slow down tho? Naaah

Favorite position : Doggy/Reverse cowgirl

If there's something Jake loves more than your pussy, it's your ass. the view of your plush flesh rippling and jiggling while he snaps his hips into yours? Digging his fingers into your soft flesh, spanking it till it turns bright red? Please sign him up for all of the above. The only sounds coming from his mouth will be pathetic whimpers and gasps. will quiet literally cum in his pants if you so much as glance at him from over your shoulder as you grind your ass against his hardening dick. Baby's just too sensitive :(

SUNGHOON

I don't even have to explain myself on this one, like look at the hand placement and tell me it doesn't scream sunghoon. He LOVES the fact that your hands are so fucking tiny, he can quiet literally grab them both in one single hand, pinning them right above your head. It makes his size kink go brrrr.

Favorite position : Mating Press

Just like jay, he craves the feeling of looking into your eyes while fucking you. But in ordinary missionary? Nope. Sunghoon will fold your body in half till your knees press against your chest and your legs hang over his shoulders. the angle being perfect for the purpose of breeding. And breed you, he does. "fuck, keep milking my cock just like that, gonna knock you up" he'd groan, rutting his hips into yours at a pace so fast and rough that it leaves you gasping. The position also gives sunghoon the leverage to spit into your mouth, and God does he love when sex gets messy. He'd be licking into your hot mouth, slurping up your drool while he dicks you down raw.

#xyn asks #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen hard hours #jay smut #park sunghoon #lee heeseung smut #sim jake smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jake smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enha #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader

[mrsriddlenott]

Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodore’s gf and best friend and she’s embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (I’m dying from my cramps in my bed rn 🙏 I need comfort from my book bf)

~ Comfort ~

Bf!Theodore Nott x Fem!reader

masterlist

Thank you so much for the idea, I hope you like it🥰😊

Warnings:Period Struggles,Self Esteem Issues,Fluff

You lay on your bed curled up in a ball under your blanket as you press your hands into your lower abdomen. You decided to skip dinner that day, you had zero appetite from being bloated and nauseous and you knew you probably looked a wreck. You felt gross and you didn’t want people seeing you that way.

Your cramps were worse than usual this month and no matter how many soothing spells you put on yourself, they started up again within the hour. You instead opted for the muggle way by putting a heat spell on your favorite stuffed animal, making a heating pad and clinging to it in a fetal position. You groaned as you heard your door opening, you enjoyed being alone at this time and there were very few people who could change that.

“Hey Baby,” Theo said in a soft, cautious voice as he closed your door behind him, “I know you never feel like eating on your period so I figured you wouldn’t be at dinner, but you’ve gotta get something down, so I snuck some dinner rolls out for you,” Theo rambled as he fumbled in his pocket, pulling the napkin wrapped snack from his robes.

“I know you probably want to be left alone so I’ll just leave these here and I’ll come check on you later, I love you Baby,” He sighed as he set the food on your nightstand, leaning forward on your bed to place a kiss on the side of your head before you pulled away. Theo sighed, frowning and rubbing his hand up and down your arm before you turned your body to lay flat on your back, looking up at him.

“I’m all gross right now, you won’t want to kiss me,” He chuckled down at you as you frowned up at him, “I’m serious Teddy, I haven’t showered today,” You huffed as Theo smiled down at you wider.

“I always want to kiss you y/n, a little sweat won’t hurt me.” He said softly as he ran two of his knuckles down your cheek. You groaned and turned away from him remembering that your face always breaks out during your period.

“Baby?” Theo said as he positioned himself on your bed, sitting crossed legged behind your curled up body as he began to worry.

“I feel disgusting Teddy,” You said quietly as he sighed and rubbed your shoulder while repositioning himself to lay behind you, draping his arm over your waist.

“Well you’re not Baby, it’s all natural. Beautiful in a way if you think about it.” He whispered as he laid the side of his head against yours and pulled your back closer to his chest, grabbing your stuffed animal and hugging it against your lower abdomen for you. He pampered your face with kisses as he whispered about your beauty, before starting to get up to leave. “Will you stay?” You blurted out.

Usually you would spend this time holed up in your dorm room with Theo checking on you between classes and when he had free time. You were so embarrassed by yourself that you’d almost always end up asking him to leave for your comfort, but this time the only comfort you wanted was him.

“Of course my Love,” He whispered as he placed a kiss on your temple and pulled you back into him with a hand on your stomach.

“Don’t touch my tummy,” You mumbled as he softly giggled into your hair at your grumpiness, “Theo.” You scolded as he swiftly apologized.

“Sorry Baby you’re just so cute, and I love your tummy,” Theo said with an exaggerated pout as you lightly cringed at the idea of him paying attention to the layer of fat on your abdomen.

“I don’t like the way it looks or feels when I’m bloated like this.” You sighed out, wanting to cry but not wanting to worry him. Theo quickly pulled away, swiftly taking off his quidditch hoodie, that was much larger than any of your clothes, before you had even fully turned to face him.

“Here Beautiful,” He said as he started putting the hoodie on over your head, “this way you can feel more comfortable and I can still cuddle you, if you want me to of course.” He sighed as you looked up to him with watery eyes before taking you back into his arms, this time chest to chest for your comfort.

“Thank you Teddy, you have no idea how much this means to me,” You said on the verge of tears while he chuckled lightly in your ear as he held you tightly.

“Baby, you don’t need to thank me, this is my job as your boyfriend. You go through this every month so that one day we can be parents, it would be wrong of me not to help.” He said in a sigh and snuggled up to you more with a yawn.

“I love you,” You whispered, you were more comfortable than you had been for the past few days, all thanks to him.

“I love you so much my Pretty Girl,” He sighed as he began to drift off to sleep, you following suit with the pain of your cramps fading as you slept in your boyfriend’s arms.

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#harry potter #theodore nott #hp #fluff #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fandom #harry potter fluff #theodore nott fic #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fluff #fem!reader #yn #xyn #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott oneshot

[lostboysmate4ever]

During the middle of the night y/n went to Quaritch’s room

Y/n: Miles? C-can I sleep with you?

Quaritch lifted his covers still sleepy: Come here Darling

Y/n went into his bed cuddling into his muscled chest

Y/n smiling: Thanks Colonel

Quaritch: What happened sweetheart?

Y/n: Nothing I couldn’t sleep in my room

Quaritch smirks: There was a spider in your room

Y/n: No!

Quaritch stares

Y/n:….

Y/n: It was huge! Pandora’s spiders are huge and scary! Shut up and go to bed

#avatar #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar quaritch #colonel quaritch #xreader #avatar miles quaritch #human miles quaritch #avatarcolonelmilesquaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x yn #avatar incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #xyn

[sweetandabitspycho]

My Name HC Dating Them

Jung Taeju then Gangjae

Ps sorry it took so long. Hope you like it.

Jung Taeju

He is actually romantic, once he starts to fall in love.

Loves to have date nights in, but also likes to take you to a fancy dinner.

He is extremely protective of you

He will teach you how to fight. Which will end with you both sweaty and having take out in the gym

He will have an arm around you when you are at the Dongcheonpa gym.

Has a knife made for you.

He can't sleep without you, he has to have you in his arms.

Mujin will probably hate you at first, he doesn't want his friend to get hurt. BUT he will love you in the end.

Taeju loves to take you shopping and loves when you go watch fights together.

Will kill for you, and always check you for cuts.

He is a teddy bear

Do Gangjae

Gangjae is insecure. He has a fear of people leaving him so he does everything to push you away.

Loves when you wear his clothes. Will give you his shirt or jacket if you get cold. He doesn't care about being shirtless.

He isn't the most romantic, but he does try. Roses, candles, fancy dinner, cuddles after.

He will teach you how to fight and will let you win. It definitely ends steamy.

Has to touch you, no matter what.

Loves if you sit on him in the club, and if you are in his gang you are his right hand.

Loves to have your head in his neck. Let's you sleep on him when he is doing business. Definitely get the joker vibs for him.

He will have a tattoo that is for you.

#jung taeju x reader #Gangjae x reader #my name netflix #my name x reader #my name kdrama #taeju x reader #Jung Taeju #taeju #Gangjae #x reader #x ym #xyn

[your-averagewriter]

"You saved me."

Summary: (y/n) and Clark have an argument but briefly after, something terrifying happens nearly snatching away (y/n)'s life but Clark is there to save her.

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: kissing, danger, death, crying, arguments

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“Batman saves the day again,” I whisper to myself as I look at the front page title for my article. With a smile, I stand up, gripping the tablet to show my boss. I knock on the door and walk in once I’m summoned. 

“I’m done.” I pass the tablet over to Mr White. “What do you think?” I ask and watch his eyes scan over the title and the article.

He sighs before lifting his glasses onto his head and my face drops slightly. “You can publish it.” He says reluctantly, he doesn’t tend to like pieces that are so opinionated but he often makes exceptions for me. I take the tablet off of him and head out of the door. “Maybe tone it down next time though.” I nod even though we both know that I won’t.

I get the article published in the following day’s Daily Planet paper. 

The next day I see my article on the front page accompanied by a heroic picture of Batman, I smile, content with my work and head home. 

I push open the door to my shared apartment and kick off my shoes and hang up my coat. I check the time and decide to start cooking some dinner as Clark should be home in an hour or two. 

“Honey, I’m home.” I hear Clark yell from the door in a tired tone.

“I’m in the kitchen!” I yell back and hear his heavy footsteps echo through the house. I keep stirring the food and I feel his large hands on my shoulder.

“Hey,” I say quietly as he places a soft kiss on my cheek. 

“Hi, how was your day?” He asks wrapping his arms around me.

“Good, my article got on the front page,” I say happily.

“Wow, what was the article about?” He says resting his chest against my back.

“The title was: Batman saves the day again!” I say turning around dramatically with a smile but I watch his smile falter.

“Batman saves the day again…” He mutters quietly and I nod. “(y/n) you know how I feel about him.” He says.

“Are you not proud of me? I got the front page.” I say slightly sad that he isn’t as happy as me.

“That’s great but do you have to write about him all the time?” He asks tiredly.

“I don’t write about him all the time!” I say getting annoyed. “And you can’t control what I write!” I say, brows furrowed.

“I don’t want to dictate your writing but I don’t like when you write about him and you know that!” He says withdrawing from me.

“I don’t understand why you care so much whether I write about him! You should be happy for me!” I say louder but not shouting. 

This turns into a full-blown argument, shouting and all and it lasts for seemingly hours although I know it can’t have been more than half an hour before I stormed off. Dinner is abandoned and Clark sleeps on the couch.

Hot tears burn my eyes as I keep flipping over my pillow and turning around, Clark not being next to me is making it hard to sleep. Eventually, morning arrives and I leave early before Clark even wakes up. Even though it’s early I head to work, only a few people get to the building this early, mainly just cleaners. Clark works in the same building but on a different floor, the one just above my floor, the one just below the roof.

I spend the day not doing much and trying to avoid my coworkers. Walking around the office, all that’s displayed is the current Daily Planet paper, the issue with my front page article. It usually fills me with pride to see my articles on the front page at the office but today it just fills me with anger. Every time I walk past one of the newspaper stands I’m reminded of our argument last night. 

I sit back down at my desk, my hands threading in my hair, frustrated. Squeezing my eyes shut I blink back small tears as I stare at the screen in front of me. 

As I look at the endless lines of text, I feel vibrations ripple through the building. They’re relatively small but definitely there so I stand up and look around at my other confused co-workers.

I push my chair out of the way and walk towards the windows where everyone’s standing. After a few seconds of shock, everyone starts screaming and running out of the building. I stand still staring at the destruction of our city and almost everybody else is leaving the building. Mr White grabs my arm and pulls me out the door with him and down the stairs.

“We’ve got to go!” He yells pulling me down the stairs and I go with him.

“Wait!” I yell and stop. “Clark’s up there!” I yell and pry my arm from his hand, darting up the stairs.

“(y/n)! Stop!” He yells but I keep running up the stairs.

I make it up to the next floor and people just keep pushing past me. “Clark!” I yell, worried. “Clark!” I turn to one of the people running out. “Have you seen Clark?” I ask rushed and my answer is a shake of the head.

I ask the people who rush out the door but no one’s seen him. Pushing through the last few people I run through the floor looking for him, calling his name.

“Clark? Clark?” I yell, running down the corridors, and poking my head into each of the offices.

Seeing he’s not on this floor I head up to the next one but it’s the roof. I feel the wind through my hair as I push open the door.

“Clark!” I yell out from the top of the building. Walking away from the door it slams behind me and locks. I grab onto the handle and pull and pull but it doesn’t budge so I turn away from it and take a deep breath.

“Clark!” I cup my hands around my mouth and shout out across the building with no response. “Clark? Are you up here?” I say looking around, the vibrations getting stronger and harsher. I try to walk further but I’m thrown to the ground as an especially strong vibration ripples underfoot.

I flip my hair out of my face, tucking some of it behind my ear to stop it from blowing in my face as I look around. The buildings in front of us have been absolutely obliterated and the debris is littering the streets. I crawl back towards the door and try the door again, it’s still locked but I try to pry it open, desperately. Worry builds up inside of me as the door doesn’t budge at all and the destruction is closing in.

I turn around to look at the tornado-like carnage nearing and back up against the wall. Wiping tears from my eyes I stare my death in the eyes terrified.

If I die today I’ll never get to see Clark ever again, I’ll never get to apologise and my last memory of him will be the argument. His last memory of me before I died will be our argument. The thoughts bring me to tears and I throw my head back against the door, the danger getting closer and closer.

Finally, just as I’m about to be swallowed up by the darkness I’m lifted into the air. Choking on my tears I feel a pair of arms around my waist and I hear a quiet voice in my ear.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” I hear the voice says as I cling on for dear life. 

“Clark?” I whisper quietly, looking up at him. “Oh my god,” I say with a sigh of relief.

He flies us away from the wreckage and my tears start to dry up as I’m away from the danger. Clark lands on the ground and he places me down in front of him seconds afterwards. 

I press myself against his torso, pulling him closer to me desperately. He does the same, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest.

“You saved my life. Thank you.” I say quietly.

“You don’t need to thank me…” He says quietly.

“I’m so sorry,” I say feeling the tears in my eyes again.

“For what?” He asks softly knowing that I’m still shaken up.

“I’m sorry for writing that article. I know you don’t like him and I shouldn’t have-” He cuts me off.

“No, I’m sorry, you should be able to write what you like.” He says and I lift my head from his chest.

He places his finger under my chin and lifts my head closer to his. Leaning in, he presses his lips against mine, his thumb caressing my cheek, wiping away the remnants of my tears. I kiss him passionately, pouring all of my emotions into it. Tangling my hand into his gelled hair, I tease the curls out as he pulls me closer, his arm around my neck. I open my eyes and pull away slowly, placing my forehead against his.

“I love you,” I say softly looking into his blue eyes, only adoration and love painted on my face.

“I love you too. I’m so glad you’re okay.” He says sincerely and I trace the ‘S’ on his outfit.

“Thanks to you,” I say before smashing my lips against his again, this time more ferociously and he matches the emotion and passion. I stroke my hand against his clean-shaven face and I reach around playing with the tame curls. He bites at my lip as I open my mouth allowing him entrance. He rubs his hand up and down my back, drawing different shapes, it’s a soothing feeling. Looking to the side I notice Mr White and some others from the office who have escaped the terror in the city so I pull away, embarrassed at the very public display of affection.

He chases my lips again but I bow my head away and chuckle.

“Clark,” I say quietly indicating to the on-lookers with my eyes. He follows my eyes and then turns back to me.

“I don’t care.” He says before recapturing my lips. The warmth blossoms on my lips and the feeling of his lips on mine is the best feeling I can think of.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed!

I just rewatched Superman and I'm just in love with Clark all over again.

#superman #superman x reader #superman x yn #clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent x yn #clark kent x you #superman x y/n #clark kent x y/n #dc #dc x reader #dc x you #dc xyn #dc x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic #superman fanfiction #superman fanfic #clark kent fanfic #clark kent fanfiction #x reader #x you #x yn #x y/n

[allari-ammayi]

Wife | Pt.2 《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! Reader☆

Synopsis: Y/n and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months, but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, Y/n hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon Y/n to his quarters late one night, Y/n hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that Y/n do something else for him. Something Y/n never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 2, 2.4k Words》

Note: There will probably be maybe two more parts to this story lol. This is the Y/n version of this fic. If you would like to read the OC version, it will be available on my OC masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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She stepped inside and gulped. His room was kind of how she imagined it. It was wide, grand, open and nothing like hers. Y/n’s room was grand too, of course, being one of the wives of the king, but compared to the king’s room, it felt like a children's play area.

Y/n stepped forward, examining every inch of the room, her anklets making music with every step she took. But the most important question lay unanswered. Where was Bhalla? The main reason Y/n traveled halfway across the palace at one in the morning for?

Y/n crossed her arms behind her and looked around, admiring the portraits and the statues. They were portraits of him, one of his mother, and of previous kings. But none of his brother or any of his wives.

But one particular portrait caught her eyes. Or rather, the fact that it was covered up with a massive velvet cloth.

What was Bhalla hiding under there?

Y/n stepped towards the portrait, her anklets notifying every other living thing nearby of her movement but right as she reached for the velvet cloth, the sound of a voice made her stomach drop.

“Here.” Said low, breathy voice. Y/n flinched, instantly drawing her hand away from the covered portrait and span around to face the source of the voice. What she saw made Y/n’s heart jump and her stomach summersault.

On his mighty grand bed, lay Bhalladeva.

The king.

The warrior.

The ruler.

Her husband.

Like his voice, Bhallaladeva was breathing heavily and fast, reaching an arm out for Y/n who was unsure of what to do.

Upon stepping closer to him, Y/n began getting worried. Bhalla’s face was covered in tiny droplets of sweat, his breathing was heavy and his chest rose and fell at an alarming rate.

Y/n gasped at the helpless form of the king and brought her hands to her lips.

“Your- Your Majesty-!” Y/n began, unsure of what to call him. Y/n’s use of ‘Your Majesty caused a tiny flinch to escape Bhalla’s body.

Should she acknowledge their marriage and the sacred thread tied around her neck by Bhalla and call him ‘Bhalla’?

Or was was more fitting to call him ‘Bhallaladeva’ to please his massive ego and not seem overly friendly?

Or was she supposed to be his quiet submissive wife and refer to him as his majesty?

Y/n gulped and quickly looked around while Bhalla continued breathing rapidly in a feverish way.

“Don’t- Don’t worry Your Majesty! I’ll-” With the way Bhalla flinched as she called him ‘Your Majesty’, Y/n was internally face-palming herself. Y/n hated how she kept stumbling over her words.

Way to make a great first impression, she thought as she slowly began panicking.

Y/n noticed how Bhalla could barely keep his eyes open as they kept drooping and he struggled to breath normally.

“I’ll call a healer-!” Just as Y/n turned around to sprint away to fetch a healer, Bhalla’s voice stopped her yet once again.

“No-!” He said. Y/n couldn’t tell if he was shouting or simply in pain because the moment she turned around, she saw him painfully clutching his heart while he winced in pain.

“But-”

“No. I don’t need a physician right now.” Bhalla said, his pain starting to worsen as he raked his fingers through his dark curly locks. Y/n gulped, unconvinced but not willing to disobey his Majesty’s orders.

“Then… Why was I summoned here, Your majesty?”

Bhalla pat the empty space next to him on the bed, confusing Y/n.

What did he want her to do? Clean the bed sheets? Dust it? Was the dust causing him to go all haywire like this?

Y/n, still confused, awkwardly moved towards the king and bent down. She looked at the king, who looked back at her before she looked down at the spot when he was patting.

Y/n began patting and sweeping aswell with her hand, brushing the non-existenct specks of dust off the edge of the bed, confidently.

When she finished, she looked at the king, hoping to see an impressed face at her brillinat cleaning abilities, only to be met with a confused look from the king.

“What’re you doing?” Bhalla croaked out.

“I was dusting.” Y/n replied, impressively. Bhalla’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“...Why?” Bhalla said, after a slow moment of consideration, seemingly forgetting his pain in the confusion.

“Because… Well, because Your Majesty-” Bhalla flinched ever so slightly as Y/n referred to him as ‘Your Majesty’, “-asked me to.” Y/n said, in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving Bhalla speechless. Bhalla’s lack of words left Y/n worried out of her mind.

Had she not cleaned enough? Or did she do it wrong?

Y/n was practically losing her mind over what Bhalla would do to her if she acted incorrectly.

Would he kill her? Posion her? Torutre her? Publically behead her?

Thoughts like those ran through Y/n’s mind and each thought was more treacherous than the one before. In the flurry of worry, Y/n stood up suddenly, knocking over a golden water goblet in the process and panicked further at the noise it made.

Bhalla was undisturbed by the goblet, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it. Instead, his energy was taken upp by a small smile gracing his lips at Y/n’s antics. The sound og the falling goblet masked the tiny chuckle that escaped Bhalla’s lips.

Suddenly, as if catching himself in a horrid act, Bhalla quickly wiped his smile right off, and replaced it with a simple calm face.

Y/n looked at the fallen ghoblet and back at Bhalla, misreading his calmness for anger.

“M-Maybe it would be best if I fetched a physician and left Your Majesty alone-” Y/n kept stumbling over her words, her voice clearly laced with tension and fear, and when she turned around suddenly, Bhalla’s voice stopped her once more.

“No.” He didn’t shout this time, he was calm as if suppressing his quick breath and his heavy voice. As if he was actually trying to be soft with her. As if she was a fragile little bird that he didn’t want to harm.

Y/n stopped and looked over at him, he was patting the empty spot next to him again.

“I meant stay with me,” He said, and under his moustach, Y/n failed to spot the tiniest and almost invisible smile curling at the corner of his lips, “Not- Not dust the bed,”

“Ohhh,” Y/n said, nodding her head slowly in understanding. She slowly and cautiously advanding towards the king and carefully sat next to his flat body.

“Stay with me.” Bhalla said, softly, allowing himself to close his eyes and he turned his head to feel Y/n’s touch through the fabric of her voni. “Just for a while…”

Y/n stiffened, having never expected something like this from the king. Bhalla’s voice made Y/n think it almost sounded like love, but she shook the thought off quickly. She remembered the words of the other wives.

Bhalla is incapable of love. Giving it or receiving it.

This wasn’t love, Y/n told herself, when another question popped up.

What happened to the king?

And another one.

Why did he need her to stay with him?

And another one, the one Y/n was most curious about.

Why her?

The answer to that question seemed simple. He wanted to see his latest wife, so he could cross it off on his to-do list and not bother about her ever again till her funeral. That was the only possible reason… Right?

Something in the back of Y/n’s mind told her that it wasn’t. Her curiosity getting a hold of her, Y/n gulped and let her first question out.

“Are- Are you okay?” Y/n mentally face-palmed at the way this question was phrased.

It seemed too formal and yet informal at the same time. How was that even possible!?

“Now I am,” Bhalla said, his voice musch less breathy like before, his chest raising and falling at a normal pace rather than rapidly like before. “Stay with me.” Bhalla’s soft voice and calm demenor, contrary to his previous aura, surprised Y/n.

It took her a few minutes to realise she was there to calm Bhalla down, but she was unsure how. She could just sit there like he said, till he fell asleep, but no.

Y/n could tell that Bhalla was still agitated, sure not as much as he was when she walked in, but he was still breathing pretty heavy and sweating like crazy.

Y/n looked around the room to see if there was anything she could use to help Bhalla and with each little thing she saw, the easier this task became. Now came time for execution.

Y/n looked down at her soft voni and without a second thought, ripped a large piece off.

She picked up the fallen goblet, filled it with water from the vase on the bed side table and dipped the ripped section of the voni into the water.

She gave it a good dunk, pulled it out and squeed the excess water out before she folded it up neatly and looked over at Bhalla. With a gulp and hesitant shaky hands, she wiped the sweat off his face with the cloth.

Bhalla practically melted into Y/n’s voni as he let out a sigh of relief as the cold water caressed his skin. Y/n gave the voni another dunk, squeezed it one more time and wiped only the top of Bhalla’s chest before she gave it one last dunk, squeezed and folded it and placed it on his forehead.

Carefully lifting herself off the bed, Y/n sprinted towards the nearest widow and with a great push, she opened it, letting the cool breeze open to cool Bhalla down. The rust on the windows told her that they hadn’t been opened in a long time.

Y/n ran back to Bhalla, who had stopped sweating but was still squirming around in unease. Y/n looked around to see if there was anything she could do to stop that and put an end to his uneasiness, till she came to a conclusion that there was only one thing she could do.

Show him a motherly kind of love.

Sure, Y/n was told that Bhalla couldn’t feel love, or so she thought, but it was worth a try. She sat back down, and after careful consideration, ran her fingers through Bhalla’s raven dark locks until she had a hold of his head. She scooped his head up and placed it on her lap.

Bhalla opened his eyes slightly to see what Y/n was doing, but when he heard her voice the very next second, he closed his eyes. Y/n closed her eyes and started humming a tune.

A tune that her mother sang to her as a kis. A tune that every mother likely sang to their kids. Y/n brushed Bhalla’s hair back and off his faceand remembered a lullaby.

“Lali, Lali, Lali Lali.” Y/n began, her nervous voice nowhere in sight, now replaced by a soft sing-song voice, “Vatapatrasayiki Varahala lali,” Bhalla closed his eyes fully now, his chest’s constantly movement slowling down with every word Y/n sang. “Rajivanetruniki ratanala lali.” Bhalla’s previously tense body softened down instantly like hard butter melting in the hot sun. “Lali, Lali, Lali, Lali,” Y/n carresed the side of Bhalla’s face as she sang the lullaby, his conciousness slowly drifting away with every verse she sang as he eventually returned to a peaceful slumber.

When Bhalla had fully gone back to sleep, Y/n carefully picked his head up, dragged over a pillow and gently placed him down. She saw his silk sheets flayed all over the bed and pulled them up before tucking him in as if he was just an innocnet little child, rather than the feared, ruthless leader of Mahismati.

When Bhalla was tucked in and peacefully sleeping away, Y/n looked down at his features and wondered what she was supposed to do now? Kiss him on the forehead and leave?

Maybe it was a bit too soon, she thought, considering this was the first time they even spoke to each other. But then again, she thought, she was his wife, and as a wife, kissing isn’t something to be neglected.

Impulsively, Y/n bent her head down and pecked Bhalla on the forehead before bringing her nails to her lips in shyness and spriting out of the room. Even if Bhalla was not fond of kisses, he wouldn’t know, he was asleep, Y/n told herself.

She carefully shut the doors to the room close to not wake him up and trotted off to her very own room, practically prancing, dancing, and skipping as she went, her excitement lighting up the cold dark hallways.

When Bhalla heard the doors to his room close shut, she slowly peeled his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling. Despite the windows being open and Y/n’s damp voni on his forehead, Bhalla’s face burnt like fire as he grazed his finger over the spot Y/n had kissed him.

Y/n hummed the tune of the lullaby to herself as she skipped through the hallways, her stomach unable to stay at ease with the butterflies eurpting through them.

Today was a good day, she thought, a productive one. She had talked to the king- or rather, her husband, for the first time. She sang him a lullaby and tucked him into bed.

Sometimes the simplest answers give the most effective results.

She even figured out what she would need to do from now one if she was ever called back.

Take his head into her lap, sing to him, calm him down and tuck him into bed.

Simple.

Though it seemed very unlikely that she would ever be called back.

But the voices of the other wives came into Y/n’s mind. The king never spoke to any of his wives unless it’s extremely important. He has no business with them and even if he does, he always only sends a servant.

This thought caused Y/n to stop and think.

True.

Why did the king need her if he never talked to his wives?

This unanswered questions left Y/n thinking about all the other unanswered questions.

Such as why was he the way he was when Y/n first entered the room?

Was it a medical condition?

Or was it the result of traumatic events in his past?

And if so, what exactly was that traumatic past?

Why did Bhalla need someone her to calm him down?

Why not one of his more experienced wives who knew more about him than she did?

And the most curious.

What lay behind the velvet cloth?

What was it a portrait of?

Or rather, who was it of?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》 @vijayasena

Please reply to this post if you wish to be tagged in my future works, fics, and the next part to this story! :)

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[madamofthestars]

I choose you-Albedo Headcannons

You were torn between a huge world changing decision.

✨ Follow your heart and be with the man you love albedo or follow the wishes of your parents but be with a man you don’t love.

✨ It was a tough choice for each choice would end up being the one you will end up having to live with.

✨ The pro’s and con’s weigh heavily on both your head and heart but in the end you decided to take the risk and follow your heart.

✨ You knew that following would not be easy for a lot of things and while the future remains uncertain you knew that this was the right choice for you.

✨ For you didn’t just choose your heart to be with the man you loved but you also choose freedom.

✨ For all your life you were never given an option to choose for yourself, you were given an illusion of a choice but the choices were never yours to really make.

✨ You always felt like a bird trapped in a cage but during the few hours you spent with the chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonius .

✨ He always seem to have a way to mange to leave you breathless in a good way for Albedo talked with you as if you were your own person and for the first time ever made you feel human.

✨ Your relationship started slow but it slowly turned into the genuine warmth and love of romance.

✨ You packed just some simple changes of clothes and your sketch book and journal in a simple a bag.

✨ You give one last look at your room and even at a painting of you and your beloved pet before they passed away. 

✨ You said a hush good bye as you snuck out of the house and ran off leaving behind the world you knew.

✨ You went into the city first tor rest for a bit there you bumped into a certain blonde.

✨ Albedo was surprised to have seen you here for he assumed that you would’ve been getting some sleep in preparation 

✨ He has heard the news about the upcoming wedding and although a selfish side of him wants to object to the wedding he also know that rationally he can’t for even if he wanted to be selfish at the end of the day. You are your own person and this was your choice to make. 

✨ You smiled at Albedo as you gently reached out your hand for him to take it as he did so as he held you close in that moment.

✨ Even though he was a man of reason and logic he decided to have a little moment to be selfish with you.

✨You chuckle to yourself knowing what the thoughts and emotions albedo maybe feeling as you gave a simple kiss and said simply “I choose you.”

✨Albedo was both touched and speechless by this proclamation as he asked you just to make sure that you actually wanted to make this descion.

✨You reassured him whole heartily as you two then shared a kiss under the moonlit sky.

✨A first of many huge moment as the start of your new life together with him.

✨A life that you have chosen and during the moments where you reminisce about that you can look back on it fondly for you don’t regret it one bit for it was the right choice for you and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

#albedo x reader #albedo x y/n #albedo #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #x reader #xyn

[pansgirl24]

Beautiful Things

First post srry if not good

This story is based off of my personal favorite song by Benson Boone Beautiful things, OUAT, Felix x reader Fluff. sad happy ending

Summary: Yn is the only lost girl in neverland willingly, her boyfriend is Felix Pans comrade and best friend, so she is also best friends with Pan. Felix and Peter had a fight and Peter threatened to take Yn.

Keep reading to find out what happens!!

3rd person

"Why can't we just give the kid back? we have a different solution, and you know how Yn feels about this!" Felix calmy spoke to Peter, Peter was worried about his life and neverland, he wanted to use Henrys heart as already planned even though Yn and Felix already found a different cure that's only a bit harder to get. "I-WE only have 12 days until times out Felix, are you out of your mind!" Peter sounded very agitated and concerned his voice higher and angrier than Felix. "Since you're so worried about how Yn feels about it, I should kick her off the island!" Peter surely didn't mean that...Right?

Felixs Pov

My heart skipped a beat as the words glided off of my best friend's tongue and out his mouth, my breath got heavy as I imagined how that would be, "You don't mean that" My voice was dangerously calm. suddenly there's a creak outside of his treehouse. We both turned our heads to look, and I opened the door to find nobody there, except for a daisy pedal, Yns favorite flower.

Yn Pov

As I stepped on the old warn down part of the treehouse it creaks, I have overheard the whole discussion my best friend and boyfriend are having. I quickly ran for mine and Felixs tent, as I waited for Felix to come back, I began think...Maybe leaving won't be horrible, I mean I've been pretty unhappy lately, with all the decisions Peters been making by himself.

3rd person

As Felix returned to his shared tent shortly after he finished his discussion with Pan. "Yn baby?" he whispered lightly not wanting to wake her if she's asleep, but she sat awake in their bed still thinking about leaving. "Yeah?" He lied down next to her "You know I know that you heard our talk, right?" "...No I didn't know that you knew that. But...What peter said about me leaving what if I actually do?"

Yn Pov

As I asked the million-dollar question, the whole aroma of our tent shifted, Felix went silent. He had that look in his eyes, the "now I'm Pissed" look..." Felix?" He got angry and snapped "Why would you leave here!? You know I can't, I'm doing everything I can with the boy! What more do you want from me!" I didn't know how to Respond to his outburst, so I took a lantern and my bow. I walked deep into the woods until I found the water emerged tree trunk, it was a huge tree. Me and Felix use to come here and lay on the smooth cut trunk. I arranged the vines making it comfortable enough for me to sleep on it. After a week I still haven't talked let alone seen Felix.

Felix pov

I barged into Pans treehouse "bring her back now!" Pan turned to look at me as if I asked him the impossible "Excuse me? I haven't done anything," I was confused I heard the lost boys whispering something about Yn leaving "what?" He laughed "I haven't done anything, yet...But since you decided to just barge in here, I should do something. That's when I blacked out. When I woke up it was a whole different day, I was in a whole different spot. But the only thing on my mind was Yn, is she still here? I jumped up and ran, I ran for camp as fast as I could.

Third person

Yn woke up one morning feeling a weird sensation something telling her she HAS to leave Today. So, she got up and started walking back to camp, little did she know it was actually just Peter manipulating her with his magic. He was so out of his mind he was kicking out someone who was basically his sister now. As she gets to camp Felix is running to her and Pan.

Felix pov (again)

"YN, WAIT PLEASE!" Everyone was watching us now, even our 'Guest" from storyBrook "Please stay, I want you, I NEED you Oh god," my eyes watered and my voice broke, I turned and faced Pan "Please don't take This BEATIFUL GIRL THAT I GOT!"

YN pov

As Felix Cried from the bottom of his heart something he doesn't often do especially around others. But the sensation, the pull to leave broke, I ran into his arms with tears of happiness. After all of our little Sorry's kisses and hugs Peter also cried in remorse, we all connected again us 3 and all the lost boys and the storybrook crew left with Henry because we got the other cure and we all had a happily ever after! (aggilion words later)

#OUAT #FELIX #PeterPan #Neverland #Xreader Felix x reader #OUAT x Reader #xYN #x yn

[stitcheswashere13]

Slashers x  A Very affectionate Y/n part 1

I thought this would be cute<3  

Warnings: fluff, slashers being slashers, mental stuff, a bit of cursing.

Includes: Brahms, Bo & Vincent Sinclair, & both Micheal’s + bonous 

Brahms: 

OH! Good luck out loving Brahms in any way 

he loves you being overly loving so dont worry. 

You have an addiction to hugging Brahms every second of the day and every time you do he gets so happy (sometimes he picks you up and spins)

 Y/n, My love.... I think i need my arm back, or you can hang on I dont mind<3″- Brahms about 50% of the time

 Cuddles a lot all the time  

a few times when you went to give him a goodnight kiss he wraps his arms around you and pull you down to lay on his chest and then kiss you ( mask on or pushed up a bit to show his lips.

Bo Sinclair:

He thinks its cute<3  

“darling, if your going to cling to me like a parrot can you at least get me the wrench.” - Bo  every day

 He loves you being around him, he also kind of hates it because he gets in some dangerous situations and doesnt want you to get hurt. 

Cheek kisses, 24/7  

Vincent Sinclair:

He wrote on a piece of paper “Mon amour Please stay out this room it can be dangerous.” and stuck it on his equitment room door, just to keep you out and safe.

 He loves that you cling to him he finds it lovely<3  

Hugs 24/7 

 most drawing of you, include him because he knows that you love him so much  

When he wakes up in the morning and your gone he goes into absolute panic mode, because he knows you never leave his side with out him knowing ( In reality you got up to get some water )

Both Micheals:  

( I put them together because they pretty much do the same )

 “Babe.... could you kinda stop hugging me for a sec. I need to turn on the TV.” -Micheal  half asleep  

He is not really a very touchy person but sometimes he gives in and throws you over his shoulder should and carrys you to the couch and cuddles you do death( not really but-)

He gets worried that you will one day follow him and then get hurt

Tiffany Valentine(the bonous!):

“Heya! sugar..?”- every time y/n tackles her for affection. 

Hugs and kisses in return she loves cuddling with you<3 

another one who also loves affection<3  

she lets you paint her nails<3

End Note: i added Tiffany for the bonous bc I Love Her so much, Request are open,  I got home a bit early than i usely do, so a post early today<3  And have a Nice dayy!<3 

#tiffanny #tiffany valentine #rz micheal myers #micheal myers #xreader #xyn #x reader #bo x reader #bo #bo sinclair #vincent x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent #brahms x y/n #brahms heelshire #brahms #headcanon #hi

[waifu-13]

nightmare nights zack foster x reader

a/n- i dont see enough zack love so here my work for it , also this is a draft, im currently having bad writers block, if you did a request from me ill try to get it out soon, im really sorry. 

tw- mentions of nightmares

You got to this building like everyone else, only this wasn't your first time in. So here you are again on Zack's floor, he looks at you almost as if he didnt know you. He went on with his speech about running for your life. You mentally plead that he remembers you but he just keeps counting.

1 did he really not remember you?

2 why is he still counting? 

3  just as his scythe is coming down...

“Y/n” your boyfriend's voice echoes through your newly shared apartment waking you up from your nightmare. Leaving that place always seemed to be the easiest part, thinking back on your nightmare before responding to Zack’s call for you, he walks into your now shared bedroom noticing your disheveled state he stands in the doorways stunted for a second not knowing what to do. He lets out a low sigh before walking over to you. He was all to familiar with nightmares of the past and the look after having them. Although comfort wasn't his strong suit he still wanted to try to calm you down a bit. He sits on the free space of the bed asking what had happen. You shakily reply telling him the nightmare. Zack was slightly taken back, how could your first meeting still haunt you that much? Gently hugging you, he reminds you it was all just a nightmare. Conflicted on what else to do, he lets you stay in his arms as long at you need. 

#comfort #x reader comfort #xreadercomfort #zack #zack foster #angles of death #zack foster x reader #xreader #x reader #x yn #Xyn #reader x zack foster #xreader zackfoster #zackfoster #issac foster #issac zack foster #issac foster x reader #issac foster angles of death

[vodika-vibes]

This is the Masterlist for characters I've only written a little for (this list is the most likely to change)

Late Nights - Droidbait x Reader Jealousy - Hevy x Reader Sinker x Reader Something New - Clone Trooper Comet x F!Reader (Smut) Just Us - ARC Captain Fordo x Reader (request) No Place Like Home For The Holidays - Fordo x Reader (request) The Sketchbook - ARC Captain Fordo x F!Reader (request) Once Isn't Enough - Clone Trooper Waxer x Reader (request) Do It For Me - ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You - Captain Gregor x F!Reader (request)(Smut) His Distraction - CMO Grain (Clone OC) x Reader (request) Date Night with Xyn - Xyn (Clone OC) X Reader (Request)

#Vod'ika's masterlist part 3

[moon7jay]

the way Jay is so soft dom yet HARD DOM DADDY KINK at the same time like he seems like the type to gently fuck your brains out

NO BECAUSE he's the type of guy who treats you like a princess, doesn't let you do anything, like ANYTHING. He's so so soft with you, never raises his voice at you and always talks to you with so much patience and love that it's gag worthy. The type of guy to caress your face with the back of his hand while you talk, the type to give you forehead and hand kisses randomly. But all that flies out the window once you're under him on his bed. The sight of your teary eyes turn him tf on, small whimpers falling from your mouth because of how hard he's pounding you into the sheets, only push him to go faster. He doesn't raise his voice at you even in bed, won't call you degrading names but my god does he break your body. The assault his hips cause inside your pussy is vastly different from all the sweet words he's whispering into your mouth. "such a tight little pussy, all for me yeah baby?" he groans while he's tasting your hot mouth. He knows you won't be able to form a proper sentence cuz of how hard his hips are snapping into yours, the headboard quite literally slamming against the wall. "d-daddy please, s' too much" you sob through a moan, your body arching into him but he only chuckles, kissing your nose, the skin slapping sounds resonating across the room "let daddy use you for a little longer, you're so wet baby, daddy's so fucking close"

Also don't ask me why but he's the type who carries the daddy persona even in normal life, so like if you wanna go shopping, all you have to do is sit on his lap like it belongs to you and call him daddy. loves it when you call him daddy even outside of bed. He's a provider, and you are his baby, just wants you to let go of your responsibilities and let him do all the thinking for you. Same goes in bed too, rarely lets you give him head cuz he wants YOU to sit on his face. Will give in once you start tho (he's just a man).

#xyn asks #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen hard hours #enha #jay smut #jay scenarios #jay x reader #park jongseong

[panbitch-com]

STREAMING AND BEING RANDOM; I GUESS

Characters: Dreamwastaken, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, Quackity

No skin colors used

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings:

Summary: a chill evenings with da boys

Proofread: Yes / No

Request: Yes / No

y/n = your name

y/n/n = your nickname

y/h/ct = your home country

Please it's also so short and random, I'm so sorry :')

I was bored, and had nothing to do or well I don't really have motivation to write a big ass long imagine right now. And I'm working on a few so it could really take a big amount of time till they come out. And a few will even be a christmas or new years eve imagine- I'm so sorry haha. So this will maybe or probably I don't really know if it does but maybe this imagines contains Spiderman: No Way Home spoilers.

Please keep in mind my native language isn’t English, so there can be grammatical or spelling mistakes :3

gif is not mine!

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'just chilling and hanging with da boyz :)'

You start your stream and smile while looking how the people in the chat spam 'HEYYY' ; 'HELLO y/n/n' or 'FINALLY BACK AGAIN'.

"Hello guys, how have you all been?", you're a faceless youtuber so no one could see the smile on your face which spread out on your whole face. "Good? Good, that's great. I'm glad. Well, I thought we maybe could just talk a little bit together or you guys can ask me questions if you want and in like 30 minutes we can join the call with the boys.", 'yes' came in your chat quite a few times and you nod.

"Okayyy, then let's get started, shall we?"

"Have you ever met Dream or Karl?", you try to read out the question in chat and smile. "Actually yes I have, I have met Dream once and I swear it was so complicated to find him in the airport. Because well yes we facetimed some time but like can you imagine searching for a 6'2 feet tall guy who's face you saw once and not even that good because frontcameras qualitys are shit? But eventually we found each other and hugged and all that cute shit you do with your internet friends.", you stop for a second and just now feel how dry your mouth is, then you continue. "Wait i'm gonna get something to drink, I'll be there in a sec.", you got up from your gamingchair and went to your kitchen. When you were back in your room you look down at your monitor and see that your friends are asking you to invite a call.

"Okay, so the boys are calling me now so we're talking with them 20 minutes earlier than I thought."

"Helloooo boyssss, you're favourite person joined the call!", you shout into your mic and the boys start to laugh. "Oh waitt, my chat asked if I met Dream or Karl. I have to tell the story with Karl now." "OHHH CAN I TELL THE STORYß?", Karl excitedly asks and you start laughing. "If you want to.", you say between laughter and a grin was forming on your lips.

"Okay, okay, okay, so I flied to y/h/ct and they didn't know anything about it and when I was infront of their door and I knocked on the door they swung the door open and I saw them in pj's and with a baseball bat in their hand! A BASEBALL BAT!" "I mean it's your fault tho, you decided to scare me and knock on my door, normal people consider ringing the doorbell or texting before they're going to someone else's house!", you defend yourself and earn a laugh from everyone else.

-ONE HOUR IN THE STREAM-

"Okay so you know I decided to paint my nails today, again.", Karl tells you while you could here the talking of Dream and George in the Background.

A squeal leaves your mouth and you grin from ear tp ear. "WHICH COLORS DID YOU DO?"

"OKAY GUYS OKAY STOP. Let y/n decide please.", a bit helpless Dream laughed into his mic and rolls his eyes.

"YEAH DUH BECAUSE I'M WAY SMARTER THAN YOU ARE! So what should I decide?"

"I REMEMBER SOMETHING DIFFERENT FROM 2nd GRADE, MI AMOR!"

"Oh don't you dare!"

"Wait what? I just came back, so what happend?", Sapnap's confused voice appears and while that he gets comfortable in his chair.

"Nothing, nothing happend. Dream and George were being husbands and Karl was just about to tell me how he painted his nails today AND Quackity cursed on Spanish for some unknown reason.", you said while trying to find a more comfortable position in laying your foot on your desk and leaning back into the chair.

"So Karl, which colors?", you asked with a small smile on your lips. Your eyes fixated on the monitor where your minecraft character stared at Karl's. "All nials black butthe middlefinger, it's this light green." "Can you send me a picture?", you ask and on your face you had this puppy look even tho he couldn't see it, you didn't really care. t

"So Karl, which colors?", you asked with a small smile on your lips. Your eyes fixated on the monitor where your minecraft character stared at Karl's. "All nials black butthe middlefinger, it's this light green." "Can you send me a picture?", you ask and on your face you had this puppy look even tho he couldn't see it, you didn't really care.

Not even one minute later your phone lit up and a mesage of Karl showed up. You kilcked on it and started to screech.

"IT LOOKS SO GOOD!", the light giggles of Karl could be made up in the background and your smile widens immediatley. "Thanks."

*time skip*

Your mic is mute in discord while you answer a few questions chat is asking. An hour earlier you decided to turn on your plylist and now it's still playing soft in the background.

"'How are you doing?' I'm doing fine thank you, how are you guys doing? I hope everything's going okay in your life."

A while ago you got yourself a drawing tablet and now you got it connected to your PC and draw a little smiley face on it while saying that sentence.

"Eyo y/n/n you still there?", you can hear Quackity's voice and almost immediatley look at your other monitor to unmute yourself and answer. "Yeah, I'm still alive guys, just talking a bit to chat.", you hear the other boys do a approving hum and you nod to yourself.

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"GUYS! I JUST WATCHED SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME! AND I WAS CRYING IN THE CINEMA!", you shouted into your mic as you entered the voice chat, completely interrupting the whole conversation which was going on. "Okay so like I was sitting there and then-" "No spoilers you bitch, I haven't watched it yet!", Sapnap screams but you just start to talk again. "then there was May-" "lalalalalala, can't hear you!" "You bitch, then don't listen. Or I will just text you when I told everything and you can leave, god damit.", you laugh and the next thing you hear is the sound of Sapnap leaving the discord call.

"I wouldn't have told anything about the movie anyway. I'm not a spoil type of person.", you laugh and can hear the loud laugh of KArl errupting from the other end of the line. "HE will hate you so much.", he says between laughter while you just shrug and grin to yourself.

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[lostboysmate4ever]

POV: Miles and y/n love to tease each other. Could they have feelings for each other?

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[your-highnessmarvel]

The Muse

Requested by Anonymous: hello! could you please do a loki fluff where the reader goes to the living area to draw and they see him reading and they decide to draw a portrait of him, but they get caught in the process. when he asks why they're drawing him, their reason is bc they find him cute and then loki gets flustered?

AN: I haven’t written loki fluff in so loooooong

Warnings: none

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You hadn’t intended on doing this. Really, all you’d wanted was to go to the common room in the castle and draw the setting sun in the window. But a certain dark-haired prince was nestled on a love seat, completely immersed in his book that he had not even lifted a brow at your entrance.

You’d tried in vain to draw the room. The window. The plant beside your chosen seat. But every time, you found yourself including a certain someone within your work. 

So you ripped all the pages out, surrounding yourself by balls of paper, and just said, screw it! Your pencil scribbled against the page as you drew the long, elegant outline of him, bent over this fascinating book. His long, straight nose. That jaw, as if cut out of stone by the Gods. Those long, luscious locks, pushed behind his ears. Those intense, gleaming eyes.

Something about drawing him eased you. Maybe his immaculate silence. His impenetrable stillness. His hands soothing the page whenever he flipped it. 

He was addicting to watch. You drew the shadows along his neck, the ones cast by the sun along his hands. The smoothness of his cheeks and the dark, regal green of his coat.

You must have been too immersed in your work to register any noise because the next thing you knew, when you looked up, was Loki sitting straight as a rod, the book folded in his lap, staring at you.

“May I help you?” he asked, pointedly staring at the sketchbook in your hands.

“Um.”

He got up, so quick and so smooth, his coat not even making a ruffling noise. He walked towards you, carefully, and when he reached you, he gestured his chin down at the sketchbook that you now held against your chest. “What have we here?” he asked. 

You blushed. “Nothing, just the window.” You gulped when you saw his eyes squint.

“Somehow, I highly doubt that,” he responded. “I’m not an idiot and I’m certainly not anyone’s muse. At least, not for free.”

At that, you blushed even deeper.

“Hand it over, now,” the prince ordered. 

With shaking hands, you bent the sketchbook back and into Loki’s hands.

You saw the moment he recognized himself, his eyes going slightly rounder. He scanned the page, noticing every detail, every shadow, every aspect of himself. You doubted anyone had drew him so utterly accurate before. 

He swallowed slowly. “This is...” he fumbled, pink crawling onto his cheeks. “That is me.”

“Yes.” You felt dumb, just sitting there. 

“I’m... uh...” he backed up, and for a second, you were scared he’d run away with your work. “Um, no one has ever... drawn me this way.”

Your mouth twitched to one side. “Well, I’ve had time.”

Loki’s eyes met yours. “You’ve drawn me before?”

“No!” You sat up straighter. “I mean, now, I’ve been here for hours just... drawing you.”

Loki’s cheeks went so pink it was adorable and he swallowed hard. 

“I’m not a creep,” you assured him. “I come here a lot, to draw. And then, you were just there. You have amazing lines.”

“Lines?”

“Yeah, it’s ... it’s an art thing.”

Loki nodded slowly. “Can I... can I take this?” he asked.

Your brows raised in surprise. “Yeah, of course.”

Loki carefully ripped the page from the sketchbook. Then he looked down at you and smiled, flustered. “I’ll be here again tomorrow, if ever... if ever you need inspiration again.” Then he turned and left the common room, yours eyes trailing after him.

You smiled. There was no doubt you’d come back here tomorrow.

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