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Drabble, Crush

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.

Drabble, Nice Guy

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?

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.

Drabble, Genius

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.

Drabble, Unspoken

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.

One Shot, Adventure

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.

hey, 😊

it's been a while.

Drabble, Touchy

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.

Tv Show/Series Masterlist

pl! - platonic

Game of Thrones

SFW

Ned Stark

Drabble, Duty

He had entered your room without a noise. The name Quiet Wolf had fit him then. A knot was stable in his throat and words hesitant to leave from the tip of his tongue.

"Daughter," he had uttered, and with it came the thought.

Go away quiet wolf.

He had made his way over to your bedside, a father after his daughter's own health, but you felt nothing but bitterness towards him.

Begone quiet wolf.

"My daughter" he tried once more, and you knew he would try and try until you conceded. "Leave. I hate you." "Please." "Go. I hate you." You said it but did not mean it truly. Never truly.

"My daughter." truly, truly, truly.

Quiet wolf, I do not want you here.

You did not want him near you because he was a reminder that you would never bear hate for him. Many things did you resent but none your father. None his kindness, none his honour, nothing of that quiet, gentle wolf.

But whether or not your heart beat the truth, your mind was good at twisting lies and your mouth even better. Lord Stark, Warden of the North, the great Lord of Winterfell. Paramount of the North, wielder of Ice, the ancestral greatsword of House Stark. Successor of Lord Rickard stark, worshipper of the old Gods of the forest. Fathered seven children but his wife would like to think it six.

Fought himself a war and won himself a war.

Battlehoned, steel tipped, sharp eyed, quiet wolf. You could call him so many other names, so many other titles, he was a man of many. A man who had killed your friend and lover out of the duty that won him those titles. Because as much as he was quiet, he was still a wolf, still a beast.

Still a man that would place his honour and duty far above his daughter's feelings and that was the truth you had settled for. Away with you quiet wolf. And so, when he was met with the back of his grieving daughter, he left her there.

The quiet wolf would look upon you no longer.

Masterlist

Animation

Live Action

Interactive/Print

Video Games Masterlist

Call of Duty

NSFW

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Anime Masterlist

pl! - platonic

Demon Slayer

SFW

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Haikyuu

SFW

Asahi Azumane

NSFW

Ukai Keishin

Jujutsu Kaisen

SFW

Itadori Yuji

Nanami Kento

Naruto

SFW

Naruto Uzumaki

Shikamaru Nara

NFSW

Shikamaru Nara

One Piece

SFW

Monkey D. Luffy

One Punch Man

SFW

Saitama

Drabble, Frenemies

When you're young, it's easy to think the world revolves around you.

Your toy, your snack, your mom, and most importantly, your friend.

Maybe as you grow older, some things would change. You'd learn compromise, and what it means to be tolerant if not welcoming. Skills necessary for being a kind and reliable adult.

Yet for some reason, you had to learn these skills way earlier than most.

Why?

Because your friend wasn't just your friend.

He was Shikamaru Nara's friend too.

Shikamaru who was lazy, who cared for nothing more than staring at clouds and counting how much seconds it would take to hit REM sleep.

He who was so blatantly two-faced and a slob, and way smarter than you to boot. Shikamaru always got his way.

And that meant Choji Akimichi would have to be a friend to you both.

It wasn't a trio. God forbid! That fate was saved for some narrow minded tradition with the name Ino-Shika-Cho attached to it. Where they'd tickle the bottoms of each others feet in a random deer forest, whispering secrets in each other's ears.

Whatever!

Shikamaru Nara was not your friend. Not even close. He was the plus one, an add-on, buy one get one if you will.

He pulled your hair, and sighed, and rolled his eyes, and called you names! He just complains and complains, "Oh, why is she here? What a drag!" Yes, what a drag! Shikamaru Nara was that kind of guy.

Unambitious! A laidback loser! No-good slacker! He pinched you during the middle of third year exam! He slept through your 12th birthday party! He told his dad, and your dad, and Choji's too about your super, super, SUPER secret sleepover party! He, he..., he...

He kissed you!

He kissed you...

Today.

On the hill.

He just held the back of your head, gave you some weird look that made your heart stop, pulled you close.

It's warm, but the sun isn't even out yet. It's soft but he's barely touching you. It's breathy but you're not even sure if you're breathing.

And he sighs. Relieved, like he's been waiting years. He clings onto you so suddenly, grappling at your hips, pressing you into the grass. In a whisper, he calls out your name, then kisses you again.

Shikamaru Nara tastes like rice and mint.

He smells earthy. His hair is soft. His eyes are brown, and they're staring right at you, eating you alive.

Just looking at you like he loves you. As if you both weren't just stupid sixteen year olds. As if you hadn't spent the last ten of them bickering like the worst enemies. As if it was only natural, set in stone, aligned with a distant future.

"Say something," he says to you.

But you don't.

You simply lay back down as you were before. Nestling into his shoulder and the grass, head facing down the hill. You pretend you're waiting for Choji, scoff and tuck your hair behind your ears.

Hiding your joy, your smile, and the blossoming of your first love in the grass.

He smiles too, but he doesn't care to hide it.

Definitely not friends.