hello, it’s lee again. | 04’ | she/her | uni student | 🇹🇹

here’s my masterlist. i write for everything except real life celebrities, and post when i remember. criticism of all kinds are welcome (even if you just wanna have at me) as they help me improve. i’m not pursuing writing or anything but i’d still like to do the best i can. thanks for all the kindness you treat me with, i hope you continue to afford the same to others in these trying times!

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disclaimer: i write both SFW and NSFW content. however, i use NSFW strictly for sexual content. this means that some of my SFW works may contain imagery that is otherwise violent or discussing themes that may not necessarily be suitable for all audiences. please view at your own discretion, and consume media that is safe, healthy and appropriate for your age and wellbeing. you can get an idea of what content is present via warnings to the top of each post.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Wait, but closer or further away?

Pining, SFW, Crush, Young Love.

Naruto Uzumaki / You

There’s something about having a crush on someone you can’t reach.

Something so easy about it.

You just like them and that’s enough.

It’s never demanding of the person you like. You get that same fluttery, butterfly, oh no I’m floating away feeling. But never the, I think I might die from the sheer nervousness of confronting you, feeling.

Thank God he’s miles and miles away.

Thank God he hasn’t seen all your flaws and bad habits because he’s hardly ever seen you.

Thank God.

At least, that’s what you thought.

So why on Earth is he back now?

Why is he older, and taller, and buffer and stronger than you remember? His clothes fit him better. He uses mints now. And what do you mean he sometimes thinks before he speaks?

Why is he in your space, with that dumb smile, and dumb hair, and dumb, big, broad chest.

God, please, save you.

All of a sudden, you’re melting. You have to think twice on what you wear. God forbid Naruto Uzumaki notices the way green sits on your skin tone.

Does this dress make your butt look big? Do these shoes make you too tall? Hair up, or hair down? Lip gloss or matte? Earrings or none? You’re in your bathroom mirror, swiping on lip balm like you’re prepping for a tea ceremony instead of a casual walk to the corner store.

Just because there’s a chance.

A chance he might be there.

And he might smile at you again, the way he did before, like you were more than just some girl from the old orphanage. Like he actually saw you.

But you’re not sure if that’s worse or better than being invisible.

It was so much simpler when he was just a memory. When you could love him in peace, in secret, in the quiet of your daydreams. Now he’s real again, and his voice has dropped a whole octave, and he smells like something expensive and dangerous and warm.

And the worst part?

He’s nice.

Still Naruto. Still the loudest laugh in the room. Still eating like he’s in a competition. Still casually breaking into your personal space like there’s no such thing as boundaries. But now, he holds eye contact just a bit longer. Listens a little more closely.

And when he teases you, it’s softer somehow. Like maybe he’s testing the waters. Like maybe he’s wondering if you still see him the way you used to.

Like maybe… he knows.

Which is terrifying.

Because you don’t know what to do when the fantasy starts looking back.

• are we noticing a trend here? i’m just a girl after all.

Nice guys always finish last. Especially if they’re as stupid and mean as Asahi Azumane.

Except, he’s not mean.

He’s just hopelessly in love and disastrous when it comes to showing it.

Fluff, Mutual Pining, Awkward Romance, First Love.

Asahi Azumane / You

It goes without saying that Asahi is a nice guy.

It’s this quiet way he exists that throws people off, you know. If you’re paying attention, it’s not hard to spot how he’s always the first to help out.

He listens with his whole body, and somehow remembers the birthdays of everyone in class. Asahi is never late, he never lies, and is always mindful of personal boundaries.

So why was he always mean to you?

You don’t really remember there ever being a falling out. A big, yes, this is the reason why he’s mad at me, moment.

One day he’d just said your face looked weird. And then another, he had something to say about your bag. Comments on the things you like, the way you dressed. Monday, it was some backhanded whisper to his friend about you smelling bad. Thursday, he’d just stared at you with this furrow in his brows.

Sure, Asahi Azumane climbed trees to help kittens, and watered the school garden because no one else would.

But you’re almost certain he hates you.

You ask your friends about it, they say, ‘isn’t that normal for a thug like him?’ But… since when was Asahi Azumane a thug?

Really, you really don’t think he is.

It’s just that he’s mean to you for no reason, and that makes you doubt yourself. So today when he paused, glanced at you, huffed out a hesitant, 'Good Morning’ and continued staring, you lost your mind.

“Well?” You ask him, and he blinks, startled. He doesn’t say anything in return. Fidgets, ducks his head real low, “Your hair…” he murmurs, then just lifts his hand and points at it. Doesn’t say anything else, just twirls his finger in a circle.

You blink and walk off.

He’s a nice guy, yeah.

So why does he always do that?

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just dreaming of someone who listens. who sees you without having to look at you. you want to feel real, and alive and more than an afterthought.

not important.

just enough.

Love looks different for eveyone.

Especially the ones with big brains and bigger destinies.

It might even look a little frightening.

Intelligence, Observation, Third-Person (Shikaku’s Perspective), Childhood Friends to Lovers, Protective Parent, Shikamaru is Too Smart for his Own Good.

Nara Shikamaru / You

Nara’s were smart.

It was pre-determimed.

Like red hair for Uzumaki’s, or eyes without pupils in Hyuuga’s.

They’d be born brilliant, and a little quieter, and a lot sleepier. Naturally, Shikaku Nara had these expectations for his own son.

His son wasn’t a fussy baby. As soon as Yoshino placed his little behind to bed, he was out like a light. He ate whatever he was given, liked playing in the grass, chewed on his toys and then some. But sometimes, Shikaku thinks his baby pretends to sleep. He’d notice it the first time, when a toy had fallen out of the crib. Casually, Shikaku had bent over to pick it up, and met the wide beaming eyes of his son.

Shikamaru would stare. Breathe a certain way, lay a certain way. He was an actor, but even then it didn’t alarm Shikaku.

Nara’s were smart.

If his son turned out to be a cut above the rest, who could deny his genetic destiny?

So when his son got old enough to play outside with others, he’d allow it. Because his son’s pretense was a way of being kind. ‘Don’t be frightened, I’m normal,’ it was his way of saying that.

His son went out to play. He befriended a giddy Choji, and they did whatever kids that age do at the park. Yes, all was well. Until one evening, his son came to him holding the hand of a doe-eyed little girl.

Her face was round, cheeks soft enough to melt right off the bone. She laughed like thunder, said her name and then hugged his son goodbye. After she was gone, Shikamaru stared at him expectantly. Like he wanted his opinion.

At the time, he’d made some offhanded comment of approval.

He didn’t really understand tiny Shikamaru’s intentions until ten years later. When he’d made a habit of bringing her over regularly. He’d sleep clinging onto her, play shogi only with her most days. Smile only when she was around.

It was even more startling because at times, it felt like he was pretending around you too. Like if his passing touches were accidental. The way he spoke, the words he used. Like he was approaching loving you with a strategy.

And that became the moment of realisation for Shikaku Nara.

Where he’d pulled you aside awkwardly with a careful smile, a warning ready. 'Be careful,’ he’d wanted to say. But you’d looked at him, big round eyes,

“It’s okay. I know.”

That was it.

That was all he needed to know about his little genius and the girl he’d chosen to fall in love with.

Friends will carry you, but won’t bring you back.

If only you were more than friends.

Angst, Bittersweet, Unspoken Feelings, Implied Character Death, Mourning.

Nanami Kento / You

Nanami Kento likes to hold your hand.

Fingers clasped, souls intertwined, whenever you went walking, as if it was natural. Your hand in his. His hand in yours.

He likes to brush stray hairs behind your ear. A ghastly wind responsible for displacing them in the first place. He’s quick when he does it, and keeps his hand pressed to the side of your head long after he’s finished.

He likes to bring you flowers, and to lay his head in your lap. If his day is hard, he finds solace in your embrace. He loves your company. Rather, he desires it with his very being.

So he seeks you out the very moment it becomes possible.

The need for closeness was never explicitly stated. There was no big question or midnight proposal over a fancy dinner. One day, he was just yours.

Would do anything for you.

Belonged to you.

It was ironic that day when he’d pulled you aside, eyes a little lost, “After all of this, can I take you somewhere?”

You said yes, didn’t ask what he’d meant by all this.

Maybe you should’ve asked. Cus’ now you’re here, dressed in black, watching the setting sun, still waiting to find out.

Maybe you should’ve asked.

Maybe.

Because today, everything unspoken you have to leave behind.

It really is falling in love. And the fall is treacherous.

At least it’s an adventure along the way.

Reader w/a Crush! Unrequited Love, Questionable Overuse of the Word Adventure. SFW! 10 Second Bad Guy.

Monkey D Luffy / You

What exactly is an adventure?

You hadn’t really paid much mind to the concept.

It wasn’t a very important or necessary thing at the time, so who could blame you? Sure, you’d understood the basic idea of it.

Going somewhere to find something interesting. But, wasn’t the word adventure so ambiguous? It was a risk, and a journey and then also an experience. You knew very well that none of those words were synonymous, of course.

Actually, your real question all along was, what was so amazing about an adventure?

Amazing enough that Monkey D. Luffy felt that the mere mention of one would make you just drop everything. All that you’d built, and healed and survived from. None of it would matter in the face of an adventure. It was his assurance, his promise, his smile.

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hey, 😊

it’s been a while.

Guys and girls can be just friends. Guys and girls can even be just best friends.

They can.

They really can.

NSFW! Childhood Friends to Lovers! Dry Humping, Quiet Intimacy.

Shikamaru Nara / You

Your best friend had always been particularly touchy.

It was endearing in it’s own way.

Holding hands when walking, legs brushing when sitting besides each other.

It came in the form of calloused fingertips raking through strands of your hair, or sometimes the exchange of breath as you laid a little too close together on the hillside. Your best friend was touchy, but it was affection. And you showed affection to those you cared for. So, it was natural. Par for the course.

You didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that your best friend was a boy.

It really wasn’t, you knew that and you paid it no mind. Nothing would change, even as you both grew a lot older.

Nothing would be different about the way his hand held onto yours. Fingers intertwined, wisping over your knuckles. They trail up your wrist, hovering at your pulse. Shikamaru doesn’t say anything, just taps and taps and taps. He doesn’t need to. You’re best friends.

It’s not odd when he guides you to sit with him on the hill either. Your thighs melting between the pressure of his. You’re only facing each other as is natural. And it’s a private conversation so it’s easier to have if you’re closer.

Yes, this close.

Close enough that when his words and breath, smoky as it is, travels along your ears, cheeks, lips, oh why, you ought to hear him a little better.

When his voice is a little quieter and raspier.

Then the conversation is over and you both decide to lay there. You don’t shift away because best friends are just touchy. Like girls braiding each other’s hair, or boys wrestling in the mud.

Guys and girls who are friends, well, best friends… Its the affection, they just show it a little differently.

Your legs tangled, and chests pressed together, his left hand finds your hair. The right, your back. Your waist, your hips. His hips, they’re trapping yours into the grass. He looks you in the eyes like he’s forgotten himself, lost himself.

You exchange breaths, foreheads knocking together.

He rubs into you carefully, and you twist and weave until your legs and his notch at just the right angle. Yes, touchy, touchy as the pair of you keen and rut and go back and forth and back and forth. Your leggings shaping and crinkling just right against his standard issue.

Shikamaru hisses into your ear, you cling to his back and shoulder. Closer, but its never as close as you both need it to be.

The moment isn’t long enough. When its over, and you’re shaking and trembling, Shikamaru looks down at you like he’s reached a realisation. You fear you’ve arrived at the same one.

And it isn’t all that natural for just best friends.

just having a hard time posting lately. what do people want to see? i’m trying to figure that out.

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Game of Thrones

SFW

Ned Stark

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