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lucifers-rubber-duck · 1 month

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𖤓 How much would the Hazbin Characters enjoy physical contact 𖤓

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer.

Warnings: Wrote this as friendly (especially Alastor's one) but can be read as romantic as well.

A/N: I've been recently thinking too much on how much a few of the characters would enjoy affection I had to write it.

10/10. This girl would absolutely love any kind of physical contact.

• She would absolutely cry if you started hugging her.

• She will say she's very proud of you for being comfortable enough to hug her.

• If you start being clingy she wouldn't mind at all.

• I belive she wouldn't mind you holding her hand, leaning into her, etc. She will start doing the same if you permit her.

• There would be a point were you two would simply start hugging each other as a way to say hi.

• Be ready because she will definitely look for you when she's feeling sad or burned out, you'll be the one she'll cry on the shoulder and hug until she feels better again.

6/10. She's not against it but that doesn't mean she will be 100% okay about it.

• She doesn't enjoy physical contact that much, especially not the long during ones.

• If you hug her will give nervous taps on your back and in less than a few seconds will be pushing you away.

• It doesn't mean she hates you, she just isn't familiar with that.

• I feel like you you pick her up in your arms she'll start to panic.

• Will let you brush her hair sometimes because she trusts you won't try anything funny like pulling it.

• If you're feeling really tired she will let you put your head on her shoulder and rest or will just straight up pick you up and bring you to your room.

4/10. This man does not like physical contact at all and will avoid it at all costs.

• He doesn't trust many people, and trusts even less people touching him. He only let's Rosie and Niffty touch him for a reason.

• If you somehow are able to earn his trust like them, he'll let you give him quick hugs at best.

• Now, you not being able to touch him doesn't mean he won't touch you, on the contrary, messing up with you is his favorite passtime.

• He will spin you around, invade your personal space, boop your nose, give pats on your head, anything that may annoy you really.

• Sometimes, he'll pull you to dance with him when he hears music from the radio, but only when he's in a very good mood.

• Doesn't like being touched but will be very touchy sometimes.

5/10. He doesn't like it, he avoids it as much as he can, but maybe he can make a exception for you.

• His job is to stay behind the bar's counter and serve drinks, anything beyond that is out of his catalogue.

• He hates when you try to touch his tail or his wings, they're way too sensitive for him to trust anyone touching.

• Doesn't like hugs, he's so grumpy about them and everytime you ask for one he will deny it.

• Now, if you're actually in a very bad mood or something happened to you that made you feel like shit, he won't hesitate to try and comfort you.

• He will put a arm around your shoulder, put his wings around you and try his best to make you a little better and open up to what happened.

• And if you got too drunk at his bar? He will put your arm around his shoulders and help you walk to your room.

• He's a man of words, not actions, but he's trying his best.

8/10. He's used to being touched, that's his job but he has almost no experience being touched in such a innocent way.

• When you first started being clingy to him he for sure thought you had second intentions and would constantly flirt with you.

• But when he saw you were being genuine he panicked for a quite long amount of time, he just wasn't used to it.

• He would try to avoid you at all costs at the start, he just couldn't help feel his heart hurt everytime you were so nice and sweet with him.

• After a while he would just start to give in and be extremely clingy with you. One of his four arms around your waist, holding your hand, hugging you by the shoulder, he would just take everything from you he could.

• He would 100% let you cuddle with him and put you face on his fluffy chest and brag about how much you seemed to enjoy it.

• He wouldn't stop being flrity with you but this time he would try to make sure you're comfortable with it and make it clear it's all friendly, he doesn't want to lose to one good thing he has.

10/10. She just doesn't mind, she likes climbing people at random moments and for sure doesn't mind physical contact.

• She doesn't know what personal space is to being with, she already was very touchy with you, she would just turn extra clingy.

• She wouldn't mind being hugged but you should be carefull, she very tiny and you could easily hurt her, but tbh she probably enjoys pain.

• Be ready to turn into her favorite climbing spot, she would climb and sit in your shoulder ar any given opportunity.

• You would basically have to babysit her to make sure she won't be running around with sharp objects trying to kill anyone, wich is kinda hard since she's faster than you.

• Still, besides everything, she would be really thankfull for you to be around her, a lot of people find her crazy and having someone being so nice to her is something she will forever appreciate.

• She's going to give you a bunch of gifts made of dead bugs she killed to show how much she cares for you, so be nice.

9/10. This poor man is so awkward when it comes to physical affection but would absolutely adore it.

• Absolutely freaks out about it, first he things is you trying to make him let his guard down to attack him, but will start blushing and sttutering the moment he realizes it's genuine.

• He doesn't mind being hugged, holding hands, being close to each other and all that stuff, just tell him first so he can mentally prepare.

• Not a lot of people are nice to him, most think he's just a loser who can't do anything right so he will look up to you a lot and try a lot to be reciprocate.

• He will make you gifts and gadgets as a way to say thanks for your kindness and will order his Egg Bois to follow and help you in everything you need.

• Something tells me that he would love to cuddle up with you, he's cold blooded and he thinks you're warm, can't blame him for that.

10/10. Bro is touch starved, the moment you're sweet to him he will melt.

• Now, this man, this man would fall to tears the moment you showed any kind of affection towards him.

• He's been isolated since his wife left him, maybe even before that, he never thought someone could care for him again.

• If you hug him, he will hug you back. If you hold his hand, he will smile at you. If you decide to just sit by his side and talk he'll be more than eager to hear you, doesn't matter the subject you're talking about.

• He's very clingy and will want to make sure you're feeling okay 24/7. He'll send you text messages, give your a few of his rubber ducks (one of them even looks like you!) and hold you close with his wings to show a new thing he created!

• It takes a while for him to hug you back normally without tearing up or being extremely awkward about it, but it will come a moment were he just does it naturally. He just appreciates you so much, he doesn't want to ruin anything.

• I personally belive he enjoys cooking so he will either ask you to cook with him or bring you food he made himself. Enjoy your meals from the best cooker ever!

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vampyrgoff · 7 months

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First kiss W/ Rz!Michael Myers HC's

Rz!Michael Myers x fem!reader

contains—fluff, a lil suggestive?, maybe ooc Michael but i hope either way its enjoyable to read

requests— open! send requests besties <3

vampyr's note— idk I was bored? I got a lot of encouragement and lots of love from people on my first kiss hc's with the Sinclairs and I'm honestly so happy! cause I had a lot of fun writing for them🥺 also thanks for 100 followers! <3 NOT PROOFREAD!

word count— 891 words 4.7k characters

gif isn't mine! link to my other first kiss hc's <3

reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated<3

I won't lie, your first kiss with michael wasn't for awhile.

I like to think that your first encounter with him was him breaking into your house because he needed a place to hide.

Things lead to other things and you were taking care of this big man and basically showing him how to love and how to accept it.

He's basically mute, and only uses his voice whenever he absolutely needs to.

Your first kiss with him was basically an action you'd do to show your gratitiude

He'd make you your own paper mache mask, your heart swelling, and you felt yourself swooning for him.

Although his facial expression could be deemed as emotionless, his eyes spoke the truth. They gleamed with such pride, only you'd be able to really tell though.

You couldn't help but take the mask from his large but delicate hands and smile ear to ear.

As you examined the mask, Michael observedyour facial expressions, your flushed face and the way your eyes twinkled in the dim dining room light.

Michael loved observing you. It truly was his favorite passtime. If he wasn't making masks in your house, all he would do was follow you around like some lost ginormous puppy.

You kissed his cheek out of happiness.

Although his facial expression didn't budge, his body surely reacted to you as always.

His face flushed but you knew if you were to even bring it up or tease him about it, it would loop you in for one hell of a night.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder and he looks up at you with expectant eyes.

"Michael, can I kiss you?"

Such a simple question made the blond in front of you flush a more prominent pink.

You truly wouldn't know but Michael always wanted to kiss you, ever since you guys established the relationship. But what constantly held him back was the lack of experience. He was sure you had other lovers, and that said lovers were at least experienced in some way shape or form, but Michael never wanted to steal a kiss from you and you think anything negative about it.

Michael's response was to pat your butt, his way of telling you to sit on his lap as he scoots the dining chair away from the table trying to give you room to sit comfortably on him.

As you straddle him, your hands met with his broad chest, his head peering down at you a bit, blond locks over his face.

With a free hand, you reach up to his face and pull some strands away from his face and tuck it behind his ear, earning a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to smile a bit but obviously stopped himself from doing so.

"Well can I?" you ask again.

Silence fills the room again and you see his gaze look down to his hands and he takes your hand into his, his hand swallowing yours in comparison as silent consent.

As you lean into him, your chests finally connecting and your hearts beating as one, you place a small gentle kiss to Michael's pretty pink lips.

To your surprise, he reciporates. His free hand flying to your waist. He quickly turns the light kiss into a heavy one, his lips hungry for more, but you pull away from him and rest your hand at his jaw, thumb caressing his slight stubble.

"M...More." His voice was husky and strained, it was obvious he was holding himself back to truly take what he wanted, something that he was used to doing in other aspects of his life.

Your heart was beating pretty fast at the sudden use of his voice. You knew that whatever happened to compel him to use his voice in this moment was a good sign that he liked this kiss, loved it even.

His eyes were so pretty, they told an entire story that only you could read. His eyes were dilated. The blue of his eyes now a smaller ring as his pupil became a bigger one.

He must have been feeling a lot of things in the moment. All thoughts about his behavior and such went away when he leaned into you again, not pressing his lips onto yours, but resting his forehead onto yours, he was breathing heavily, almost panting.

You revelled in the fact that only you can make Michael feel this way.

Only you can make hims so eager and needy for a bit of touching and a bit of kissing

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his large hands meet at your waist, he has the expectant look in his eyes, waiting for you to continue the kiss.

In moments like these, you felt like a mentor teaching the mentee. It was like you held authority over this big, burly, hunk of a man.

You had the control. You controlled the pace of everything and it was amazing. Of course Michael never saw it this way, if he did, things would go a lot different and a lot more chaotically.

The look in his eyes were so hopeful, his dead expression, looking less dead with the way his cheeks were dusted pink.

All I can say is... this man is wrapped around your finger.

#slashers #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rz myers x reader #rz halloween #slasher imagines #slasher fluff

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orbital-inclination · 2 days

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Moltendreams - Error Sans Alias - Static Pronouns: he/him, they/them Personality: Petty, holds a mean grudge, Big Tsundere, Complete Shut-in, Quick Tempered and Moody, fanatic with his interests, externally aggressive when in actuality he is quite shy. An absolute troll. His favorite passtime is messing with others. Paradoxically touch starved and suffers from haphephobia. Reckless with his own well being.

This variant of Error is capable of both love and compassion, he just hides it under a grumpy exterior and several layers of denial and self-destructive dogma. Other Notes:

He is reluctant to harm Papyrus directly, and will generally avoid encounters with him in any given AU.

Had a good relationship with his dad/W.D Gaster, actually.

Relates to "pest" pets; rats, mice, snakes, spiders, beetles, he loves them all.

Would have a pet rat of his own if he wasn't afraid of it shocking itself by chewing on his wires.

His favorite kind of chocolate is mixed with a hazelnut filling.

Considers Frisk to be a younger sibling.

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Abilities: Error uses wire instead of string. Wire and summoned attacks can and do hold an electric charge. His presence alone messes with electronic devices. Residents of a particular AU may get a few minutes or seconds of warning as sweaters get staticy, computer screens glitch out, and anything with a battery spontaneously dies or gets super charged. By creating a circle of alternating RED and CYAN bones, Error can create a sort of reverse faraday cage. While Error can produce electricity, he can't directly control the voltage. He can only hope to direct it. If you do touch him, you will find his clothes zappy with static. Do NOT attempt to fight him in humid or watery environments for, hopefully, obvious reasons.

About: Fed up with the anomaly's time looping shenanigans and watching his family torn apart, Sans injected himself with modified DETERMINATION magic and began messing with things he really had no business messing with: his late father's research, all in the hope of separating the anomaly from Frisk. He wanted to save the kid too. But something went catastrophically wrong and as a result he was ripped from reality, and caught in the space in-between. Eventually, he escaped but not unscathed. Error doesn't remember much, he doesn't remember the events described above, at all, but has vague memories of Papyrus, Frisk and his father. They were good memories. He misses them. He can't find his original AU and secretly fears it may have been the first world he destroyed.

He is still looking for it.

Outcode Politics: Error views all outcodes the same way he views every iteration of the original timeline that even slightly deviates: as glitches to be terminated. Bugs in the code he needs to hammer out before it all goes to hell. Error believes that by destroying deviating timelines and AUs, he is preserving the original. He is “saving’’ it by trimming the branches back. Despite his position as the self proclaimed Destroyer, Error is not above biases and making exceptions.

Error believes he is one of the glitches in the code that must be destroyed, but he won’t let just anyone dust him for good. Ultimately, he wants someone in his family to do it. That is, if he can find them first. Error has a different view on the Spirits of Creation that Fable/Ink does. (Spirits of Creation are in-universe term and stand-in for the creator of an AU). He calls them eldritch parasites. Abominations that should be avoided at all costs. And absolutely should not be encouraged or interacted with. Though he won't admit it out loud, Error is terrified of them. OG Error @.LoverofPiggies/CrayonQueen) Moltendreams @.me Edit: he has been named!

#moltendreams!au #MoltenDreams!error #error sans #error!sans #errortale #utmv #utmv au #underverse #underverse au #undertale #undertale aus #undertale au #my art #the gober the gremlin the most problem child of all problem children #finding a color palette for this guy was tough

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rogueddie · 1 year

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what if, because Eddie keeps tracing Steves moles and making them into constellations, Steve gets the lines to connect them tattooed bc sometimes Eddie struggles to find them again. For those first few weeks of healing, Eddie is crawling up the walls bc he wants to trace them (it quickly becomes his favorite mindless passtime)

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie

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poetryandfluffycats · 8 days

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Quiz time!

A/N: took a small break but im back and im writing bungo fics. hope you enjoy

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Warnings: dark content, kidnapping, mentions of animal violence, mentions of human violence, implied abuse

Content: Nikolais been keeping you trapped in his basement for 3 weeks now. What does he have in store for you today? You have no idea

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

"Oh darling! I'm home!"

The infamous voice of Nikolai Gogol shot through the basement, followed by the sound of his leather shoes creaking against the stairs. My head snapped up from its place on the pillow, watching him with wide eyes as he descended to the bottom of the staircase. The jester had a smile on his face, seeming all too giddy about... something. What that something was, I had no idea.

He was quick to skip over to me, looming over my curled up form under the covers, a hand buried deep into the abyss of his coat. He pulled out a bouquet of pink roses, shoving them under my nose. "For you, my dove" he purred, his voice dripping like sickly sweet honey.

I took them, albeit hesitantly, and examined them with a cautious eye. They were pretty, a light, pastel pink color with a white ribbon tied around the stems, and smelt like heaven. A sweet-but not too strong-floral scent that reminded me of the spring time. It was a nice gift, no one could deny that, but knowing Nikolai...

There had to be some type of ulterior motive.

"Pretty..." I murmured, holding the flowers close to my chest. "Thank you..."

I hadn't spoken much since I got here, only ever really muttering a word or two to keep him satisfied. He talked enough for the both of us, anyway, or at least that's what he had said when my lack of words first was noticed by him.

"Only the best for my sweetest dove! Now, come come, what shall we do today? You're probably just dying to have some fun, right? Aha! I know!" Before I could fully understand anything he had said, Nikolai pulled the covers back and lifted me in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he twirled around the basement.

"Quiz time!"

Quiz time. His way of asking personal questions on the justification that it was 'just a game' and 'there's no need to be shy". Sometimes he'd throw in random questions about Ukrainian literature, to which I almost never got right. I think that maybe he thought that asking a few general questions among all the pervy, personal ones would make me more comfortable, or less likely to catch on to the real meaning behind his game. It didn't.

I hated Quiz time.

Nikolai plopped me down on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His teeth showed as his lips curled upwards into a toothy grin, head tilted to the side and eyes blown wide. Maybe that's just how he always looked.

"Question 1! What is your favorite color?"

It was such a simple question, childish even. Something a teacher would ask their preschoolers on the first day of school. Yet, it made my throat close up, heat beating faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. What was my favorite color? Did I even have one anymore? What was the point in having a favorite color if I was trapped down here?

"Uh..." I stuttered, eyes flickering around the room. Anywhere was better than Nikolais cold, mismatched eyes. "Purple... b-but I also like red"

Nikolai clapped his hands together, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips. "Wonderful! Gosh you are just too cute, I might simply combust! But then you'd be stuck cleaning my brains off the wall which I don't think you'd like very much, so I'll refrain for you, my darling"

Cleaning brains off the walls? He said it so casually, like it was a normal passtime for him. Was it? Probably.

"Question 2! What is your favorite animal?"

This one was easy enough, and a small smile creeped onto my face as I answered. "Kittys, I have a few at home. They're the best little guys"

My heart ached at the thought of my fur babies. How long had they gone without food or water? Without being pat or doted on? Did they miss me? Had someone taken them in or were they sitting at the window waiting for my return?

Would I return?

Nikolai squealed again, his smile growing impossibly wider, the tips of his lips nearly touching his ears. "Cats are adorable! So fluffy and cute and squishy! I would just love to squeeze them until their little heads popped off!"

He suddenly scooted closer to me, the space between us slowly decreasing until our knees knocked together. He brought his fingers up to my cheeks, pinching them as if I was a baby. "Just like you! Squish, squish, squish! So damn cute"

Our noses bumped together as he leaned in closer, those cold eyes hyper-focused on my lips. I felt like I might hurl as his hands trailed down from my cheeks to my waist, his fingernails digging into the flimsy fabric of the nightgown he forced me into my first day here. This was wrong. So, so wrong.

"Please" I whined, tears threatening to spill at any second. "Please don't"

I had been so lucky the past 3 weeks with him not touching me, not with sexual intent anyway. No kissing, no touching, no... sex. Nothing. He would ask his stupid questions, force me to play his stupid games, and lay with me in bed at night, but that was it. But now, it seemed my luck had finally run out.

"Question 3!" Nikolais voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, dove, this is the last question, so make sure you pay extra attention, mkay?"

Not like I had a choice.

"Who do you love the most in this whole wide world?"

There was only answer to that question. Only one answer he wanted, anyway. I had learned the hard way what the consequences of getting it 'wrong' were. It was so degrading, humiliating, dehumanising even, the punishment he had given me for answering with the wrong person. I wasn't keen to go through that again.

"You, Nikolai. I love you the most" I sounded robotic, like a puppet. Which in reality, I kind of was. Just a little puppet in his clown show.

"Correct! 3 for 3, you're so smart! Now, for the reward"

And then, his chapped, cracked, messily painted lips were on mine. It wasn't recpirocated, it wasn't even pleasant. It was gross, slimy, wet like a fish. Maybe I could pretend I was making out with a fish. That would've been million times better than this bullshit.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hated myself.

#oneshot #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd nikolai #Nikolai x reader #decay of angels #yandere #yandere nikolai gogol #yandere nikolai x reader #yandere x reader

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saturncoyote · 25 days

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was just exploring your th and found needlebiter! seems like an interesting fella, can i ask their story?

Oh NeedleBiter ! My dear forgotten boy

His story is quite simple actually, he was a newly made warrior from (unspecified clan) who died during his first battle, after reaching Starclan he decided that there is too much suffering in life and so every single cat should join Starclan so that they no longer need to feel fear nor sadness ! So his favorite passtime is guiding cats from all clans into their demise, of course he'd NEVER kill someone with his own paws ! He'd rather just... tell them to cross the thunderpath at the wrong time, or maybe guide them into a conveniently hidden trap, or perhaps even a den with a very angry badger in it

#saturn speaks #warrior cats #wc oc #my silly billy <3 #my ocs #saturn art

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general--winter · 1 year

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How Genin Sasuke, Sakura, Rock Lee, Neji, Hinata react to the reader leaving the village to go train with their sensei, and in their farewell kiss them and give them a bracelet and promise to come back

author's note: this is becoming my favorite passtime. the genin konoha 12 give me life, they are so adorable.

rating: general

fandom: naruto

pairings: genin!uchiha sasuke x gn!reader, genin!haruno sakura x gn!reader, genin!rock lee x gn!reader, genin!hyuga neji x gn!reader, genin!hyuga hinata x gn!reader

word count: 2250

warnings: canon-typical content

summary: The genin squad and reader say goodbye to each other to train.

Uchiha Sasuke

Sasuke was already in a delicate state following the Forest of Death portion of the chunin exams. His curse mark was sealed, sure, and he secured his passage to the tournament. But he could see that the next month would be pure and utter hell. The only thing that he thought would get him through was being able to annoy you with his attitude.

That hope was lost when you told him you were leaving later that day to train for the next round as well. Somewhere far away. You won’t be back for a month. Sasuke didn’t really hear much after that. He would scoff, push you away verbally, the works. Yeah, you weren’t his friend or anything, never were. You’re abandoning him like everyone else, how could you be?

“Go away and train. It’s not like it will do anything for you.”

A melancholy smile would blossom on your face. Wordlessly, you would step towards Sasuke and kiss his cheek. Huh? What? But you just said you were leaving him alone for the next month. He’s absolutely baffled by your conflicting actions. Before he could figure out just what the hell was going on, you would grab his hand and slip a simple metal bangle on his wrist. In an act of defense, Sasuke would push you away and grimace.

However, that didn’t wipe the smile off of your face. You were pushed away physically but not mentally. Not emotionally. In a moment of vulnerability you would say to Sasuke: “I will be back. Don’t worry yourself, alright?” He wasn’t convinced until you raised your own hand and showed him a matching bracelet on your own wrist. “These will symbolize our bond for the next month. And beyond, if you don’t mind,” you would say, winking at him.

Even though Sasuke’s face was set into a deep scowl, his true feelings were betrayed by the fact that he wasn’t blowing up on you or trying to rip the bracelet off. He was just twirling it around his wrist with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. You would smile at him once more, a cheery and bright one this time, as you waved to him and followed the road to the gate of the village to meet your teacher.

The bangle would become Sasuke’s most prized possession; he wouldn’t take it off for anything for a time. While I do think he would take it off after leaving the village, in an effort to destroy all of his bonds and gain power, something repressed within him couldn’t get rid of it. So instead, he would carry it in the depths of his packs to forget about it, though it would frustrate him from time to time. When he eventually comes back to the village and sees you still wearing yours after all the time you’ve been apart, he is consumed by grief and tries his best to reconnect with you. Now, he can never be seen without his own bracelet — he even sleeps with it on.

Haruno Sakura

Sakura has a sixth sense when it comes to people leaving the village to train. So, I honestly think she would figure out that it’s what you wanted to do with your sensei before you even made up your mind. She saw it in your eyes when you looked up to your teacher. The adoration, the determination. It was the same way Sakura looked at Tsunade.

Your imminent departure was bittersweet for her, however. Sakura was certain that she loved you, in that thirteen year old crush way. When you pick someone and make your entire personality obsessing over them. You guys hung out all of the time too, goofing off and getting meals around Konoha. Sakura could really be herself around you. What would she do without you?

Maybe she could go with you! But Tsunade was the Hokage, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to train Sakura from so far away. So, she brainstormed. What could possibly keep the two of you connected for so long? If you truly were going away, you may be gone as long as Naruto said he would be. That’s three years. You might forget about her.

These thoughts swirled in her head for days, waiting for your departure day to bid you farewell. Would she be able to send you letters? Maybe she can visit you when she’s off. Or perhaps you’ll visit the village yourself!

Before Sakura knew it, though, she was standing face-to-face with you at the gate of Konoha, tears streaming down her face. The insecurities of the past few days rose up to the surface, and she moved forward to hug you. Before she could, though, you held out a carved wooden bracelet, the birch wood scraped down to perfect beads and strung together with a piece of wire.

“I made one for myself, too. So we’ll be connected no matter how far apart we are. I will be back, though, so this is only temporary!” you told Sakura, a smile gracing your features despite your tears. She would collapse into your arms with another sob, crushing your bones in a hug. You reciprocated, placing a kiss on her forehead before letting go and walking away with your sensei. Sakura would never forget that moment, and neither would you. Three years is a long time but she’ll wait for you. There’s an end in sight, and she is reminded every time she puts on your bracelet.

Rock Lee

Now Rock Lee, I think he would actually go with you if you were to leave to train for a period of time longer than a month or two. We’re talking about a boy who will absolutely be whipped for anyone he crushes on with a mentor that is friends with conceivably every jonin-level ninja in the village. Yeah, y’all are training together if you let him. However, he would learn that you’re leaving on the day of, so this scenario still goes down.

I think Lee would take the news very bad at first and dramatically beg you to stay in the village. He would be on his hands and knees begging you, holding your hands in a vice grip to keep you from getting away from him. There would definitely be tears shed. Lee is just that kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and is full of dramatics!

You would give him a simple steel bracelet, with some weight to it, of course, while he’s still trying to get you to stay. “Lee, please don’t worry about me. I’ll only be gone for a short while,” you would tell him amusedly. “Keep this bracelet on to remind yourself of me. I’ll be wearing a similar one, so we won’t be completely disconnected while I’m away.”

Now Lee would be blushing and you would have actually made him stop talking for a second. His hands were still clasped onto your wrists, so you would help him up… sneaking a kiss onto his lips very quickly. You would make him question if you even did it, but he knows his senses do not lie. You just kissed him. Like, for real. His face would get even more red, if that’s even possible. There was no way Rock Lee thought he would be able to take another step in his life as he watched you release yourself from his grip, wave goodbye, and turn around to go.

“I need to find Guy-sensei! We will train together!” he would shout, going against his body’s instincts and darting around to find his teacher. Of course, I think Might Guy would be up for an adventure and to help his precious student experience “the joys of youth”. So before you leave the village, Might Guy and Lee catch up with you and your teacher, bags hastily packed and ready for a journey.

“After what just happened, I cannot let you go to train alone! I will keep you company!” Rock Lee would exclaim, making it your turn to blush. Whoever your sensei is, they would be more than happy for you to have a friend and Might Guy tag along, perhaps you two would be able to take each other to new heights by sharing the experience of training together. Well, if you’re learning from Kakashi he would be miffed about this, but him and Guy are still friends so I think he would still allow it (and be secretly happy that his entertainment beyond Icha Icha is figured out).

Hyuga Neji

So you really decided to go. It had been a point of discussion between you and Neji for a few weeks. After all, you respected his opinion as a professional ninja, so you wanted to see what he thought about taking some time off to go and train rigorously. At first, he would be against it, halfway for selfish reasons and halfway for practical ones. Neji wouldn’t say outright that he would miss you, but it’s implied, since he tells you with uncharacteristic vigor about how taking missions from Konoha is one of the best ways to grow your skills.

After deliberating with a lot of other people, though, the Hokage herself included, you notice that Neji was the only voice of dissent. Everyone else thought that getting out of your home to experience new things without being bound by duty was a fantastic idea for your personal growth as a shinobi. Naturally, you would become suspicious, since you already had an inkling that Neji felt some sort of way towards you. He was ever so slightly nicer with you, he would fix your mistakes during training more kindly than with others, etc. And you have to say, if Neji does in fact have a crush on you, you feel the same way.

You hatch up a plan to confront Neji about this when you leave, and when the day comes, it’s genuinely a little nerve-wracking. What if you had guessed wrong? What if Neji was just giving you some genuine advice all of those years? And he really wasn’t treating you with any favoritism, you were just imagining it because you wanted to? It was too late to back down, though, when you were met face-to-face with Neji and were holding a gift bag with an intricately carved wooden bracelet that matched the one you always wore.

“Hey Neji, I’m leaving for training soon. I’ll be gone a long time, so I… wanted to give you this bracelet to remember me. It seemed like you didn’t want me to go, so I thought it would be appropriate to get you something to remember me by." You would say this to him, put the bag in his hands, and kiss him before he could even register what was going on. Your back would turn to him and start to leave. Neji would grab your hand with as much composure as possible before you could retreat too far, looking into your eyes and saying "Thank you," before letting you go.

Hyuga Hinata

Hinata experiences intense dismay when she learns that you're leaving. She hasn't even had the opportunity to talk to you more than pleasantries and discussion about training! Mainly because you seem to brush her off at every opportunity. But even with this kick to actually go up to you, Hinata is paralyzed by fear. You're her crush, what if you reject her? What if you hate her after she tries to just become your closer friend?

The same thoughts were running through your head. You really liked Hinata ever since your Academy days, but her aloof personality towards you made you think that she is scared of you, hesitant to even interact with you for some reason. So, you tended to keep your distance out of respect. But if you would be leaving for a year, it would be perfect for a coward like you to confess and then jump ship.

That is exactly what you planned, though it seemed rude to leave Hinata high and dry like that. Thus, you packaged a letter confessing your feelings with a gemstone bracelet that you managed to buy in the shopping district. It matched with your own, so you figured that if you came back and Hinata was wearing the bracelet, she reciprocated.

On the day you left, Hinata was beating herself up that she didn't have the guts to go up to you at the gate, only waving you goodbye with all of your friends. She was sulking in her room when a messenger bird picked on her window. Inside of the package it carried was a letter and a small gift.

Hinata, I'm dearly sorry for the way I'm about to do this. I really, really like you. I understand it's the coward's way out, sending you a letter like this after I've left Konoha for a year. But I get the impression that you are scared of me, so I held back for the past few years. Please, accept this gift, and if you return my feelings, wear it until I return so I can see it with you.

Of course, the day you return, Hinata is proudly displaying her bracelet that she never took off to you with a red blush across her cheeks. You lean in to kiss the blush away, but it only deepens as your lips grace her face.

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CHEESY ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

GENRE ➺ fluff

SYNOPSIS ➺ A moment with Lockwood, and cringy teenagers being cringy teenagers.

WARNING ➺ it's cheesy. if you are not ready for the cheese, please continue scrolling.

NOTES ➺ I know there's a plethora of fireplace fics but there's a reason they're sought after!! (Also, this being a 'x reader' fic means nothing, I am still a Locklyle girlie)

The Lockwood Estate was renowned for it's antiques and vintage touch. There is a scarcity of new things outside of food or files. One of those new things is the recliner chair that finds home in the library, parallel to Lockwood's favorite armchair.

While the embers crackle in the hearth, you bask in the warm glow pretending like you can actually see the words on your book when you can't. Your eyes glance to Anthony and wonder how he manages to go through bunches of magazines and comics and case files when you have to squint to differentiate an 'a' to an 'o'.

He's pretty when golden light hits his frame. His brow is scrunched, like a frown at the top of his nose. And his fingers bunch the edges of his magazine when he catches you staring.

"Oh." He says lowly.

Oh, you think. You manage a smile and you see how your gesture ripples, then he mirrors you. The magazine is discarded on the table and he leans forward until his elbows are rested on his knees, hands cupped together. "What are you staring at, stalker?" The lilt in his tone is a playful one, correspondent to his smile.

By instinct, you lean towards him, too. Your belly flattens against your claimed recliner. Your arm is propped up, palm pressing against your cheek. "You, obviously."

You catch a sliver of teeth before he schools himself, restraining a smile enough to throw another jab your way. "Must be your favorite passtime. You do that often?"

The corner of your lip turns up higher than the other. You stretch your arm so you're leaning against your elbow instead. "Only for pretty boys."

"That makes me the lucky one, huh?"

You nod.

It doesn't occur to you that minutes have passed, just the two of you sharing glowing smiles by the fireside. When one of you do break the cozy silence, it is him crossing the room and closing the place between you. You're just about to ask what he's up to when you wheeze– Feeling his weight drop onto your back until a laugh spills from you instead of a complaint. When you do wrestle him to come face to face, his smile is wider than ever and he's a little disheveled because he'd been laughing along with you.

It's magic. All of it.

His finger rolls the fabric of your — his — sweater, and in a tutting tone, he asks, "You minx. You've stolen this from my closet, haven't you?"

You can tell by his face that he wouldn't be mad with either way you could answer. So, you shrug. "Dunno what you're talking about."

"You little minx."

"Your little minx."

His nose crinkles and you let out a short laugh at it. "No offence, love, but that is terribly cheesy."

"Sad," you reply dryly. "Who recited Shakesphere to confess-"

"Shhhhh!" His finger is pressed to your lips. He jolts back when you take the liberty to kiss it. "Cheeky girl."

"Dramatic boy."

"Your dramatic boy."

This time, it is you who does the cringing. "Goodness... It is cheesy."

He points at you, nodding frantically. "Right?"

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paddockgirlies · 11 months

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ᅳ a pillow fort with lando! ♡ social media!reader x lando norris

You’re lounging on the couch after a long day of work, your back aching almost as much as your heart. It’s been great working for the McLaren TikTok account, being able to follow the love of your life all day, but it’s also exhausting. You have to be on her feet all day, running around, and don’t get started on all the people still treating you like an intern, still, even though you got the position a year ago already. You frown to yourself, hunching over the couch to pick up a fallen crumb, when you hear the door open.

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“Y/n? Are you there?”

You jump up at the sound of your Lando, making a little noise. Lando laughs.

“You’re so cute, baby, did I startle you?”

You huff and shake your head, clearly embarrassed, turning a slight shade of red. Lando walks towards you, and ruffles your hair. “Hey baby, how was your day?” He looks at you with his big beautiful brown eyes, and kisses your forehead. You groan.

“I’m so stressed, Lando, you don’t understand,” you look at the ground, letting out a deep breath. Lando makes a sad little noise as he sits down on the couch next to you. You’re both lucky the McLaren motorhome is decently big.

He rubs your shoulders. “You want to talk about it, babe? Or do you just want to show me your favorite memes?” That is a favorite passtime of you guys, but you sigh, shaking your head.

Lando is so nice to you, always showing you his favorite memes and looking at yours in return. You’ve learned a lot about him since you started working for McLaren, started dating him about three months in. He said he just “couldn’t not date the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen”, which had made you blush a lot.

There’s a silence between you guys, and Lando breaks it. “Come on, off the couch, you muppet,” he says as he gently rolls you off the couch. You make a surprised little whine, and Lando peppers your cheeks with a kiss as he gets up himself. You laugh at him as you force yourself to stay on the couch, only moving when Lando pushes you even more. “Come on!” He sounds angry, but you know he isn’t - his eyes filled with something that can only be described as endearement.

You finally get up, and blush when Lando calls you a good girl, as he shuffles pillows around. “What are you doing?” You ask, Lando bent over the couch, trying to readjust a pillow. “Babe?” You ask when he doesn’t respond, tongue slipped out of his mouth in concentration. “Babeeeee,” you try to catch his attention again, but he’s focussed, so much so that he almost shoves a glass of water off the table. “Watch it!” You giggle, but he still does not notice.

Finally, when he’s done, he pulls you into the couch, and oh, you now notice what he’s done. “Babe,” he starts, cupping your face. “Welcome to fort Norris!” You laugh, happy, as Lando takes your hand and shows you around the “fort”. It’s quite cozy, you have to admit.

And great for a pillow fight. Later. First, you have to kiss your love.

He cups your face again, and kisses you, softly (at first). He grins as you close your eyes, you can feel it against your lips, as he starts kissing you with a bit more urgency. “Y/n,” he smiles against you as he breaks the kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Lando.”

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