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alittlebitofinsanitea · 3 years

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Just Friends

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You and Satori have been friends since elementary school, supporting each other and going through everything together, but do friends do what you two do?

Warnings: none? if there is one please tell me!

This was inspired by Just friends by Audrey Mika, not the best interpretation but i think its cute! Requests are open!

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Your leg bounces rapidly as you watch the clock tick. It’s finally Friday, which means movie night with Tendou. Ever since you both got into Shiratorizawa it has been a tradition that has never been skipped. As soon as the bell rings you’re already out of your seat, materials packed neatly in your bag for the past ten minutes. Your awkward speed walk has become commonplace in the halls towards your best friend’s classroom. You take out your phone to check if he sent you anything and then,

“OOMF“ you grunt as you run face-first into something. The something was steady enough to push you back on your butt. You rub your nose and look up to apologize when you recognize the red-haired wall. He reaches strap of your bag and pulls you up next to him, as the two of you start the walk to his dorm.

“How was your day?” he questions you as he drapes his arm over you, pulling the two of you as close as possible while still being able to walk.

“Fine I guess, I don’t really pay attention on Fridays,” you reply with a smile, glancing upwards, “how about you?” you lean into his side. Tendou and you move around the hallway to avoid the other students

“Oh, I don’t know,” he strokes his chin attempting to look serious, “Ushijima was very entertaining today, but other than that I’ve been thinking of which movie we should watch tonight, how about Spirited Away?”

“We’ve watched that so many times before,” you whine lightly tugging on his sleeve, “but it’s a good movie, we could watch it again,” you respond hesitantly. He grins widely and hugs you tight.

“Ooo I love you so much f/n! You are the best!” he gives you a pat on the head and resumes your original position and you two keep walking.

By the time you reach his dorm, you both are laughing hysterically as Tendou attempts to sing and dance to who knows what, at this point, the lyrics are blurred with breathy laughter labored breathing. You push open the door, and you beam at the set up in the corner of the room, the blankets from his bed (and one donated from Ushijima) piled up in a cozy manner, and the computer set up neatly for movies.

“I need to show you something,” he directs you to stand right in front of the pile of blankets, facing away from it, “close your eyes dum dum,” you listen to him, cautiously closing them, rightfully fearing what he’s going to do. Your thoughts are interrupted by him pushing you back into the comfy setup. You squeal loudly and your back hits cushion. Before you have time to move, Tendou is on you maneuvering you around to a move comfortable position.

“Sa-to-ri.” you try to say with as much fortitude you can muster.

“Y/n” he pronounces every syllable and looks you in the eyes, his smile almost reaching his ears. You pout and realize you aren’t getting out of this, so you make sure you can see the screen and signal him to start the movie. He wraps one of his arms around your waist and uses the other to support his weight, as to not crush you and gives you a kiss to the top of your hair an lays is lays his head on yours, and you make an effort to subside your broad grin.

About ten minutes into the movie, Satori’s roommate walks in, he looks between the two of you now under covers, he turns around and turns off the lights without a word. You purse your lips and look towards the boy wrapped around you, and you burst out in giggles. You calm down before him and watch his nose crinkles from chuckling, happy you get to enjoy moments like this with him. You love moments like this with him.

His eyes redirect towards the screen, and something deep in you whispers how you wish his eyes settled on you. You shush it, trying to stop working yourself up, that is until you notice how close your faces are to eachother, you hear him making a comment on the movie, smiling to himself, but you dont know what he said, you are only aware of his breath on your cheek while he talks. His ever perceptive nature isn’t oblivious to how your eyes have been wandering down to his lips, but he doesn’t think anything of it. He pokes your forehead to get your attention,

“Whats going on up there, your all spacy~” he sings, tilting his head as a physical questionmark.

You look away, not sure if you should tell him, would he really make it awkward if he didnt feel the same? You continue to question yourself until he poked your forehead again.

“Are you ok?” You don’t know how to respond, so you cross your fingers and slowly move your face to his.

“Look Satori, we are close, we’ve always been close,” your closed eyes aren’t able to see how nervous he looks,

“I don’t want to mess up the frie-” “Y/N, I don’t know what I did wrong, but i swear I’ll fix it, ok? Don’t leave,” he finishes and pulls you closer,

“No Satori, why would you think that? Its the opposite,” you hesitate, “I- I like you, a lot, and, just friends don’t do what we do, you know?” His eyes meet yours, tears welling, threatening to spill from both of you. Your eyes both close and yout lips slowly meet, just for a moment. When he opens his eyes he smiles,

“I’m going to do everything I can my paradise to show you how much I adore you,” he says simply, as if that wasn’t a big deal. You bury your face into his t-shirt and quietly respond, “I love you so much.”

The movie discarded and all sense of reality falls away as the two of you drift off to sleep basking in the fact that your feelings were reciprocated.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu #tendou x reader #tendou satori #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #haikyuu x me #mae scribbles🖋

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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care for you | thomas

word count; 4843

summary; you return home drunk after a crazy night out, and your best friend is there to look after you, and face some hidden feelings.

notes: this was inspired by that night last week where I was absolutely wankered (I’m so sorry) and you all found great entertainment in it. just soft, pure, tooth-rotting fluff.

warnings: just cute Tommy looking after you when you’re drunk, that is all.

You were giggling as you tried to push your key into the door, the metal stick just jamming helplessly at the wood around the keyhole and you sighed loudly, your head falling to the wood with a thud. You stumbled forwards as the door swung open from the inside, however, and you yelped catching yourself on the door frame as you glanced up.

Thomas stood before you, tugging a shirt on over his head before running a hand through messy hair, features knitted in confusion. “(Y/N)?”

“Tommy!” You grinned, leaping forwards and into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his neck as you squealed happily. He hesitated for a moment, before his arms wrapped around your waist lightly, fingertips brushing the bare skin exposed by your dress.

“What, uh, it’s almost four in the morning, what are you doing here?”

“I live here, silly. What are you doing here?” Pulling back from him, you took a few steps into the house past him, stumbling on your heels as his fingers lingered on your waist, worried to let you go as you wobbled in your steps.

“Newt went away for a week, remember? You were staying at Brenda’s for the weekend he asked me to house sit for you guys.” You seemed to hum at his words, clearly not taking them in very well as you looked around your home, eyes glazed over slightly, and you swayed side to side. “Sweetheart, how much did you drink? You can’t even stand up straight.”

Your eyes snapped to him as he spoke, your jaw hanging slack as you tried to think, before snapping it shut, a small pout on your lips and he chuckled tiredly, hands locking on your hips as he lifted you up, sitting you on the small cabinet near the door. Kneeling down, he pulled on the laces holding your heels so tightly closed, dropping them to the floor after inspecting them.

“How were you even walking in these? They look like a deathtrap.” You were grinning as he stood back up, and you shrugged lightly, sighing happily.

“Maybe so, but they make my legs look fantastic.” He couldn't deny that, choosing instead to shake his head fondly as you inched your way towards the edge of the furniture you were perched on. With your hands on his shoulders, you hopped down carefully, moving around him on unstable legs as you shrugged off the leather jacket wrapped around you, shakily trying to hang it up on the coat rack near the door, and his hands closed over yours delicately as he did it for you.

While he was concerned, he also found it somewhat entertaining, and incredibly adorable to witness you in your drunken state. You smiled, turning and letting your face fall to his shoulder, your body weight leaned against him and he let out a soft ‘oomf’ at the unexpected impact. Running his hands up and down your arms, you sighed against him, hot breath fanning across the material and onto his skin.

“Tommy?” Your voice was muffled, and he hummed quietly, his cheek resting against the top of your head. “M’ hungry.”

“Why don’t you go and get changed, and I’ll make you a snack, sober you up a little. Can you get up the stairs okay?” You nodded against him, stretching out your muscles and letting out a satisfied whimper at the feeling before pulling back, feet dragging across the floor as you moved.

He watched you go, and you’d barely made it four steps up before you were tripping, fear running through his body as you groaned, pushing yourself up and onto your feet again. “I’m fine! I’m all good.” He shook his head, pacing forwards quickly and following you up the stairs, his chest practically pressed to your back as he guided you in the steps.

Easing you up the rest of the way, he navigated you carefully through the halls, your bedroom door opening before you and he flicked on the light, sitting you on the edge of your bed carefully. His fingers weaved through your hair, pushing it back from your face as you tipped your head up to look at him, eyes meeting his as he smiled down at you softly. “Love you, Tommy.”

A laugh left his lips, anytime you drank you always became extra affectionate, he’d seen it before. Whenever the group went out drinking, they all normally left with half your lipstick smudged across their cheeks from the kisses you would press to their faces throughout the night. He’d never quite seen you this drunk though, it was normally Newt that took responsibility for getting you home and to bed, being you lived together and all. “I love you too, sweetheart, you know this. You’re one of my best friends.”

Your eyes left his as you hummed, twisting your head to the side to press a kiss to his palm as it sat over your cheek before you pulled away, crawling backwards up your bed towards the shorts and tank top folded neatly and sitting on your pillow from where you had discarded them that morning. Rubbing at your face, you whined when you pulled your hand away, the perfectly done eye makeup and liner you had woen was now smeared around your eye and on your hand, a wider smile pulling at his face as he watched you.

“Get changed, I’ll run the hot tap and we can get that makeup off for you, yeah?” You merely nodded in acknowledgement as he headed away towards the bathroom. Tugging the tight dress you had been wearing up and over your head, you threw it vaguely in the direction of the laundry hamper. Stripping off your bra, you tugged the sleep shorts up your legs, dragging the tank top over your head and wiggling your body happily at how much more comfortable you were.

A cool breeze crawled across your skin and you shivered, making your way over to your wardrobe and opening it up. You shuffled through your jumpers, nothing quite seeming to cut it for the comfort you were looking for right now. With a sigh, you closed the doors, making your way towards the bathroom when a light jumper hanging over the balcony at the top of the stairs caught your attention. The faded blue material with the university insignia across the front was calling out to you, and as you felt it between your fingers, you knew it was perfect.

Pulling it on, you pushed your hands through the sleeves, the familiar and comforting smell of the man it belonged to easing you happily into a numb sense of bliss, only disturbed when the light purring of the animal weaving around your feet and brushing against your legs reached your ears. His little face tilted to look up at you, a small meow falling from his lips, the purring sound picking right back up as he bumped his little head against your leg, greeting you warmly.

Leaning down, you scooped the creature into your arms, an irritated sound leaving him as you did but he lay happily in your arms as you scratched at his tummy and behind his ears, small sounds of satisfaction leaving him. Tears sprung in your eyes as you looked at him, the cat now wiggling and squirming as he decided he wanted to shift, moving himself to a position he preferred, his head resting on your chest. The sob you let of was muffled as you tried to stand still, tears running down your face as you pressed small kisses to the top of his furry little head.

“I love you, little guy, love you so much. Yes, I do. You’re just the best little pal ever, yes you are!” You were whispering into his fur when Thomas came out from the bathroom, eyes connecting with yours as his smile faded. He sped towards you, a hand coming out to cup your cheek as his eyes flicked back and forth between yours.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

You held the animal up to show him a little bit, before letting the cat rest back against your chest. “I love him so much.”

He blinked at you, twice, before that beautiful smile he always gave you came back, a breathy laugh under his breath being released. “You’re crying because of how much you love the cat?” You nodded, pouting as you looked at the pet in your arms. “God, you’re adorable.” His hand came up to scratch behind the cat’s ears, pressing a kiss to the top of its head, before placing one to your forehead, too.

Taking the animal from you, he placed it down on the floor gently, letting it run away to play and his fingers laced between yours gently, tugging you along towards the bathroom. “Are you wearing my jumper?”

Glancing down at the garment hanging on your shoulders, you nodded happily. “Yes, sir. It’s very comfortable.”

“I know, I love that one.” He teased, his eyes meeting yours as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

“No, of course not. Besides, it looks better on you.” He made his way back to the sink, running the cloth under the stream of water.

Sitting up on the counter, you watched as he wrung out the cloth he had found, wiping it over your face softly as he removed the makeup from your skin. Your eyes closed, head tilting into the palm of his hand as he held your face, the cloth running along the bridge of your nose.

“Pout for me, sweetheart.” You did as told, your lips puckering, eyes fluttering open as his own focused on your mouth, cleaning away the residual lipstick left there, the rest having rubbed away with drinks, or from your licking at them throughout the night. His finger ran over your lips once, before he pulled away entirely, washing the cloth he had used until the water ran clean from it once again, before hanging it on the edge of the sink. “You still hungry?”

“Starving, actually.” Your head fell back, a groan leaving your lips and you hopped down, skipping in wobbly lines towards the top of the stairs, waiting patiently for him as he dried his hands and followed after you. His eyebrows raised as he saw you waiting for him, your hand held out to him as his fingers wove together with yours, the two of you slowly and carefully making your way down the stairs.

While not as drunk as you had been, the alcohol was coursing through your system, your mind still fuzzy and hazy, still slightly dizzy as you made your way along, but tiredness was beginning to creep in. Checking the clock, it was almost five in the morning and Thomas shook his head, grabbing a loaf of bread and untying it. Popping a couple of slices into the machine, your arms snaked around his waist, face burying between his shoulders as his chest rumbled in a low laugh.

“You’re especially clingy and affectionate tonight. Not that I’m complaining.” His body moved, leaning over to the cupboard as he pulled the strawberry jam from inside, and a knife from the drawer.

“Let me love you in peace.” You complained, words muffled by his skin, a happy laugh following as he reached down, squeezing your hands in his as a response. The toast popped up, and he snatched it from the machine, laying it out on a plate and unscrewing the top of the jar. Spreading an appropriate amount onto the bread, he cut each slice into two, before licking the sides of the knife clean.

Placing the condiments away, he spun in your arms, his hands separating yours as you stepped away, but not before he brought your fingers to his mouth, pressing little kisses to your knuckles. “Eat your toast. You need something to soak up all that booze.” He grinned, snatching one of the halves from the plate and biting into it excitedly.

“I don’t wanna’ soak it up!” The whine fell from your lips before you could stop it, but you picked up one of the pieces and nibbled on it happily, watching him move about the living room. He flicked the main lights back off, switching to the lamp near the couch instead, and you became aware of the blankets scattered on the seats, a pillow at one end.

“Why’s that? You normally hate this part of the night.” You looked up to him as you spoke, your shoulders rising and falling once in response, and you licked the tips of your fingers clean before moving onto the next piece of the food.

“Everything is easier when you’re drunk It’s more fun.” You bit into it, and he made his way over, leaning his hip against the edge of the counter beside you. His eyes were sparkling in the low light, and you swallowed thickly, holding the toast up before you to offer him a bite, and he accepted, ripping a large chunk from it with his teeth and chewing it contentedly. He had barely finished his mouthful when a yawn tore at his lips, and he hid it behind his fist but you frowned, putting your food down. “I’m sorry that I woke you up. And, then, kept you awake all this time.”

He shook his head, shooting you a look. “Don’t be stupid, if I had known you were coming home, I would’ve stayed up to wait for you. Hell, I would’ve come to pick you up. I wasn’t expecting you, is all.”

“Yeah, well, I was missing my bed. Brenda is fun, but I can't take a whole weekend of her, and Sonya, and Teresa. They can be a little much.” He chuckled at your statement, tipping his head to the side as he agreed. “I’m glad you’re here, though. I don’t like being here by myself, it gets lonely every time Newt goes on his trips.”

“You know, you can always call me, I can come and keep you company.” Your eyes found his again, pushing the plate away from you as you decided you were finished. Your own yawn took over your features, and you hopped down from the stool you had sat yourself on to eat, your arms reaching up to hook around Thomas’ neck as you buried your face in his neck. Leaning down, he hooked his arm under your legs, lifting you into his arms and he made his way towards the stairs. “Let’s get you to bed now, huh?”

Carrying you upstairs slowly, he placed you on the edge of your bed, pulling the covers back before you rolled underneath. He secured them gently around you, tucking you in happily as you snuggled down into the blankets. He brushed your hair from your eyes, tapping his finger against the tip of your nose before stepping away from the bed.

Your hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his wrist before he could get far. “Don’t sleep on the couch, Tommy. Sleep here, with me. I want you to stay with me.” Your words were slurred, both from tiredness and the alcohol, and you were worried that if you were left alone in the big bed the room would start to spin around you. He was hesitating, mulling over his words as his fingers flexed between being a fist and an open palm. “Please.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Let me just go and turn out the lights downstairs, alright?” You nodded, eyes closing again as you turned over, snuggling into the pillow. Minutes passed, and for a moment, you worried he wasn’t coming back, the bed beneath you beginning to feel like it was turning and flipping you around. Your eyes squeezed shut as you breathed in deeply, trying to soothe your body, ease the way it felt like you were now riding a rollercoaster for the seventh time in a row, but nothing could calm the way your body felt, vertigo kicking in.

Suddenly, like fog clearing, the world felt still and natural once again, as the warmth of another body crawled in next to yours. His touch had grounded you almost instantaneously, his chest bare and warm against your skin and you shuffled closer to him ever so slightly. His hand stretched out, reaching underneath your pillow as the other reached out to find your hip. “I know you’re just dying to cuddle, so get over here before I change my mind.”

Ignoring the cocky and teasing tone his words had been carried on, you made your way into his arms, your cheek pressed to his bicep, his arms curling around you and pulling you into his embrace as your legs tangled together. “Thank you for looking after me, Tommy.”

“Any time, angel, you know that.” He was tired, and so were you, your mind no longer really processing the words spewing from your mouth.

“This is just one of the many reasons I love you.” He huffed a laugh through this nose, his head snuggling slightly closer to yours, fingers coming up to play with your hair.

“Anybody would have done this for you, we love you. Newt always looks after you, right?” You nodded, mumbles leaving your lips.

“Yeah, but I love you different to how I love Newt.” Your words were whispered against his skin, but his eyes snapped open in the dark, brows furrowing.

“What do you mean?” You had already forgotten what you had said, a sound of questioning leaving you and he cleared his throat a little, his fingers stopping their ministrations in your hair. “When you say you love me differently to Newt, what does that mean?”

“Mhm, I love Newt so much, he’s like a brother.” You mumbled, a deflated sigh leaving him, and you could tell he was upset from the way his body stiffened underneath you slightly.

“Oh. You don’t love me like that?”

“No.” Your hands moved from clasped in front of you, one coming up to cup his cheek as the other lifted his hand from your hair, weaving your fingers together and holding them over your heart. “I love you the way wife would love a husband.”

Thomas felt his breathing falter, his heart stopping in his chest. The small breaths leaving your lips were brushing warm air against his arm, the extent reaching his chest from your close proximity and he could feel the way your own heart was beating calmly and slowly in your chest; as though that confession meant nothing, like it was the easiest thing in the world to say, like it wasn’t the exact secret he’d been keeping himself for years.

“Stop overthinking it, Tommy. Relax, it’s like cuddling a brick wall.” Despite the way his mind was racing, his whole body flooded with the urge to get up, pace up and down as he considered what you said, he laughed at your statement, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He wasn’t sure what to say, his mouth opening and closing several times as he processed this information. “It’s no big deal.” Your words were giggled out, a hiccup sounding from you before you nuzzled further into him. The brutal truth came crashing down on him as the actions faded away.

You were still drunk.

It was ‘no big deal’, you were probably unaware of the things you were saying at this point, swayed purely by the fact he'd cared for you all night.

You probably wouldn’t even remember any of this in the morning.

“You’re drunk, sweetheart, go to sleep. You won’t remember any of this in the morning.” You huffed against him, the same sound of dissatisfaction he’d heard you make many times. When you saw a tweet from someone you didn’t like, when Minho stole food off of your plate, when your cats leave you to sit in Newt’s lap instead.

“Are you telling me you’ve never thought about it? About us?” He barely heard you, you were half-asleep as it was, but now he was wide awake, he wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to just brush off something like this.

“No, of course not. I think about that all the time. Every time you walk into a room, I feel like it lights up. Every time you say my name, I think it sounds like music. Your touch is like a drug. But, I don’t think you feel the same way. You’re just intoxicated.” It hurt him to say the words, to put himself out there when he was so sure you didn’t feel the same. The silence that enveloped the room was thick and heavy, and he waited nervously for your reply. When a few minutes had passed, he pulled back, as far as he could without disturbing you to take a peek at your face, only to find you sound asleep against him.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes fondly as he shifted you both until he was laying on his back, your cheek pressed to his chest as he held you tightly. Picking up weaving his fingers through your hair, he couldn’t help but love the way the scent of your shampoo mixed with the smell of his cologne in his jumper, and the way you felt so right being in his arms.

“Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll still love you in the morning, even when you’ve got no idea what’s going on.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he let his eyes slip closed, the feeling of your heart beating against his side was enough to lull him into a soft sleep.

When you woke up, you were in your bed alone, the covers tucked around you to create a cocoon of blankets. The sheets under your outstretched hand were still warm, meaning the man you’d fallen asleep with had only recently left your side.

Glancing at the clock, you groaned as you read the time, no longer even the morning, but just after one in the afternoon. Your stomach was grumbling, the delicate feeling that came with hangovers making you slightly shaky as you stretched yourself out.

Straightening out the sheets, you ran your fingers through your tangled hair, groaning unhappily as they caught in knots immediately. Padding over to your dresser, you ran the brush through your hair, tugging at the spots it got tough until it fell around your shoulders in waves. With the closest scrunchie to you, you pulled it up into a messy bun, ignoring the strands that fell free from it to rub your fingers at your temples.

The oncoming headache was accompanied by dry mouth, and you narrowed your eyes as you slowly made your way downstairs. You could hear Thomas clattering about in the kitchen, pans moving and the fridge opening and closing, the smell of food drifting towards your nose.

Rounding the corner, you smiled upon seeing him leaning over the hob. He’d pulled his shirt back on, and looked the same as he did last night; sweats hanging low on his hips and shirt now sticking to his upper arms.

“I smell bacon. Please tell me you made enough for two.” He looked over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, a smile cracking on his face as he moved out of the way to show you the two half-plated breakfast fry-ups.

“Of course! You think I’d just leave you hanging like that, angel?” He clutched a hand to his chest as if wounded by the idea, before using the spatula in his hand to point to a glass of water on the side. “I got you some painkillers out, you must have a killer headache. I bet your whole night is a blur.”

You smirked, laughing lightly as you edged into the room and gratefully took the pills, swallowing them quickly with the water and sighing happily. “Kind of. I remember bits and pieces; the important stuff.” You shrugged, and he shook his head fondly at you as he finished playing up the food. Pouring a glass of orange juice for you both, you hopped up into one of the stools at the island, and he walked towards you, placing a meal down in front of you.

You ate together quietly, and Thomas told you all about the time Newt was having in his latest trip, a history tour around China. He’d sent pictures, and Thomas swiped through them all on his phone, laughing and joking as he talking about each one. It wasn’t long until you’d finished eating, clearing the plates away into the sink to be washed later. A casual silence fell between you both as you settled into the couch, and he picked up the remote, scrolling through Netflix as you settled into his side.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Thank you for looking after me.” Your eyes were glued to the side of his face, and you watched as his expression changed from blank to a small smile.

“You're welcome, it was no big deal.” He didn’t take his gaze off of the screen when he spoke, however, continuing to scroll through the movies. You sighed, shaking your head.

“No, Tommy.” Your fingers hooked under his chin dragging his vision away from the screen as you tilted his head towards you, his face centimetres from yours as his gaze locked your own. “Thank you. For looking after me, always. You never leave me or abandon me, I can always rely on you. You’re special, I know I can trust you, with everything, no matter what.”

He let out a sudden breath, lips parted, and his eyes softened as he looked at you. “You know I’m always here to catch you if you fall. Or, to push someone else if they’ve got on the bad side of you.” His chuckles mixed with yours, that soft whiskey colour you loved so much never leaving your vision. “Where’s all this coming from?”

“I love you.” He has a ghost of a smile at your words, lips twitching up at the sides.

“I love you, t-” You moved forwards, lips meeting his in a soft kiss as your sweater-covered hands cupped his cheeks, and a surprised moan fell from his lips at the contact. He was frozen for a second, before his lips began to move back against yours, his hands finding your body as one sat on your leg, the other weaving into your hair. It didn’t last long, but it was all it needed to be, and Thomas was still breathless when you pulled away.

His cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen and parted as you pulled your bottom one between your teeth, trying to gauge his face for any kind of reaction.

“What was that for?” When he finally mumbled a response, you weren’t quite sure what to say, heat rising to your own cheeks and you curled in on yourself slightly. He looked over at you, eyes refusing to meet his and he leaned towards you, holding your face in his hands carefully. “I loved every second of that kiss, but I need to know why you did it.”

Taking a deep breath, you finally looked up at him. “Because I don’t just love you, Thomas. I’m in love with you.”

An honest, bubbly laugh came from him as he cracked out in a toothy grin, perhaps the happiest you’d ever seen the man. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” His lips found yours again, this time with more boldness and passion, a squeak leaving you at the sudden surprise, but it was muffled between the exchanges. Licking across your lower lip, you happily parted them for him, his tongue poking out cautiously to play with yours. A soft moan left you both at the contact, his knees coming to rest on either side of your legs on the couch as he kneeled over you.

When his lungs couldn’t take it anymore and he had to pull away for breath, the small smirk on his face encouraged you to lean up, pressing a series of small kisses to his lips, whining when he pulled away entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, now that I know how you really feel.”

“You knew how I really felt last night, you just didn’t believe me.” You jabbed as he settled back into his seat, his arms held out for you to cuddle into as he blushed.

“You remember that? What I said, too?” His voice was slightly higher, and this time it was your turn to smirk as you settled into his arms.

“Don’t worry, you light up my whole life, Thomas. Not just the room.” You tipped your head up, pressing a kiss to his jaw as he cooed at your words, throwing a blanket over the two of you as you settled in.

#thomas #thomas/reader #thomas x reader #thomas the maze runner #thomas tmr #thomas tst #thomas tdc #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan obrien thomas #dylan obrien the maze runner #dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien fic #tommy month #tomuary #tom-uary

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solohux · 4 years

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Hiya 👋 noticed your prompts were open again. Do you think we can get a conclusion to that old Ponty fic where Paul has been kidnapped and it takes Monty seeing the awful ransom tape to realise he in luv. I wouldn’t be opposed to a little angst but mostly Monty on a vengeful rampage desperate to rescue his bae. Ponty is the good shizzz and can we please bring it back

(a sequel to this!)

Paul isn’t sure how long he’s been sat here, tied to a chair in this empty dockland lot with three men wearing black balaclavas, his body hurting and bleeding from so many places. His ears are ringing from the amount of punches he’s taken, his mouth tastes of tangy copper, the ropes around his wrists are chafing so badly that the burn of his skin has become an almost numb feeling.

He just wants to go home, home into Monty’s arms.

Too afraid to even cry, Paul just shivers, biting his bruised and bleeding lip whilst trying to imaging that it’s Monty playing rough in bed, biting and pulling on his lip to make his baby moan and whine before telling him that he’s the most beautiful thing that Monty has ever seen.

And as Paul takes a ragged breath inwards, he fears that this is time. He’ll never see Monty again.

“Awake, bitch?” One of Paul’s captors come back into view, emerging from the darkness to tower beside the analyst’s trembling, restrained form. Paul can’t help but wonder when he was asleep—passed out, more than likely. “It’s been almost an hour since we called Big Daddy Monty and he still ain’t here with the goods. So what shall we start with? Break fingers? Pull out some teeth?

A familiar but unwanted hand grabs Paul’s matted hair and pulls his head to one side, making him yelp in pain and surprise, and terror tears through him when the cold blade of a knife comes to rest under the lobe of his ear.

“Or one of these pretty, big ears,” another man says, laughing. Paul gasps in panic but tries to stay completely still, fearing that one tiny move and he’ll lose it. “Bet you’ve heard some sweet nothings from your beloved Monty right here, hmm? I bet he calls you his pretty boy whilst he fucks you.”

“Please,” Paul begs, crying out. “Please, let me go!”

“You heard the man. Let him go.”

Paul’s eyes shoot to the source of the voice, finding Monty standing against a steel pillar, leaning against it as though he’s merely waiting for a bus instead of staring down the leaders of a gang that he owes a lot of money to. He looks just as suave and as cocky as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his brown chinos, unarmed.

“Monty!” Paul can’t help but exclaim like a damsel in distress upon the sight of their hero come to rescue them. The knife disappears from his neck as the three captors move in front of Paul and block his view of his beloved, each of them so much taller and broader than Monty’s rather scrawny form.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up, Schafer,” one says.

“I don’t take kindly to my things being stolen from me,” Monty retorts. “So I’d like him back.”

The three men scoff, “How rude. Where are your manners, prick?”

Paul swallows hard, tugging harder than ever against the ropes around his wrists and ankles to try to get to Monty’s side. Despite Paul not being able to swing a decent punch, two against three would make better odds than Monty against these three goons on his own.

But as Paul rocks his chair so much that it falls over and he lands with a pained ‘oomf!’ on the floor whilst his glasses tumble away, the sounds of gunfire echoes through the room, echoing and reverberating against the empty steel walls of the dock’s lot.

“No!” Paul cries out for Monty in anguish, screaming for his lover’s life. The tears finally begin to fall from his eyes as he lies on the floor and feels more alone than he ever has before, not wanting to believe that Monty has been killed whilst trying to save him. Scrunching his eyes closed, Paul trembles and tries to curl in on himself, whispering Monty’s name—

Thud! Thud! Thud! Three bodies drop to the floor one after the other, making Paul jump and open his eyes. His captors lie on the floor in front of him, their bodies riddled with bullets from all directions. Before them, Monty still leans against the pillar, his once-cocky expression now filled with worry.

“M-Mon—!”

“Sshh, baby,” Monty says, dropping to his knees quickly in front of Paul. “Shh. I’m here. You’re alright.”

“They…”

“They’re fucking dead,” Monty fixes Paul’s glasses back onto his nose and runs his fingers through his hair very gently, clearly mindful of the bruises and concussion. “They had to die for touching you. My poor baby boy. Look at you.”

“I-I’m fine,” Paul wheezes, as Monty clicks his fingers in the air and a rally of heavily armed CIA agents emerge from the darkness to cut away Paul’s bonds and help him into a sitting position, leaning against Monty and resting in his hold.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” Monty says softly, softer than Paul has ever heard him speak. He even nuzzles the side of Paul’s head, kissing him gently. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Paul sighs, finally content in Monty’s embrace, though he can feel the edges of his consciousness beginning to fade.

“No,” Monty takes Paul’s hand and kisses his knuckles. “I’m sorry that I never told you I love you.”

The words bring Paul’s consciousness back into wakefulness for a moment, looking at Monty with his one-broken glasses lens and his one black eye.

“I..I love you too…”

“I know that I’ve not been the best,” Monty continues, keeping tight hold of Paul’s hand. “But I’m gonna make it up to you, babe. I was too caught up in our great sex to realise that I’ve fallen in love with you. I’m gonna treat you like a prince, if you’ll have me.”

“Monty…”

“Paul Sevier, will you marry me?”

Paul smiles, overwhelmed, and then faints.

#and then paul wakes up in the hospital and says yes!!#ponty #paul sevier #monty schafer #kylux adjacent #i hope you enjoy! <3 #thanks for the prompt anon!

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panda-noosh · 7 years

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matt holt x reader fluff??? My crops are dying

Sorry this took solong. Enjoy!

Ofall the games you had to choose from to play on a Saturday night,Matt decided that Charades was the best option out of them all.

Almostas soon as he had said it, you knew there was no convincing him tochange his mind. He had that bubbly, excited smile on his face andhis fists were clenched cutely in front of him as the single wordescaped his lips: “Charades!”

Youdidn't even bother to argue with your best friend, instead sittingback and letting him set up the over-dramatic game that you knewwould be over in a matter of moments. Matt never had the attentionspan for these things, often growing frustrated if you couldn'tdecipher what it was he was trying to act out. And also, any time itwasn't his go, he got bored. Meaning all you had to do was one roundbefore he was requesting another game to play, just so he could be atthe front again.

Mattsets out the subject cards on the table he had dragged over andimmediately gets into the game, shocking you by asking you to gofirst. You nod, standing up and picking a random card: Titanic.

Yougroan outwardly.

“Hey!No noise!” Matt hisses, raising a finger in your direction as ifthat was a way to silence you. All he really had to do was look atyou – those stunning eyes never failed to - “Come on, Y/N! Wehaven't got all night and I want it to be my go!”

Youroll your eyes before getting into the game. You pretend to work acamera. Matt stares at you.

Youdo it more vigorously, turning your left hand as if doing so willemphasise what you're trying to say.

“Oh!Movie!” Matt exclaims, throwing his hand up. “Horton Hears a Who!Forest Gump! Terminator!”

Youwave his suggestions off before raising a single digit.

“Onesyllable!”

Youshake your head roughly, doing a small jump up on the spot.

“Oneword!”

Younod, before clapping your hands three times to emphasise the syllablecount.

“Youcan't make noise, Y/N.”

“Matt,I swear to-”

“Threesyllables!” he hollers, chuckling at your frustration.

Younod your head, before becoming stumped – what could you do afterthis? How would you ever be able to act out a boat?

Youfrown, placing your hands by your side as you think. Nothing wascoming to your head, and you had only ever seen a tiny bit of themovie. You were never interested in romances.

“Idon't know what movie this is,” Matt calls out. “Is it thatWeeping Angels episode of Doctor Who, where they all have to standstill and not blink?”

“No.I just – I don't know how to show it off.”

Mattraises a brow. “You gave up incredibly easily.”

“Ihaven't given up!” you argue, pulling the card up to your face asif reading it a second time will give you ideas on how to act it out.“I just – I don't -” You groan. “Fine, I give up.”

Mattscoffs, standing up. His height towers over you as he makes his waytowards you, taking the card out of your hand to inspect it himself.You see his jaw tighten when he reads the single word on the paper,one eyebrow going up as he flicks his eyes to look at you.

“Titanic?Really? You don't know such an iconic film?”

“Iknow it,” you grumble, folding your arms over your chest. “Butit's difficult to act it out. How am I meant to act like a boat?”

“Youdon't have to act likea boat,” he chuckles, placing the card down on the table. You watchhim curiously as he begins to roll up his sleeves. “Here's how Iwould have done it. Watch and learn.”

Youdo. You watch him so closely that you can see the way his nosescrunches up as he gets into a perfect stance, looking like he isready to fight somebody. You see the way he inhales deeply beforestarting – you see all of the reasons you had once fallen in lovewith him.

Andthen he is starting. He waves his arms around his head dramatically,his face contorting into one of discomfort and distress – clearlymeaning to be a passenger on the ship. You narrow your eyes, standingback to avoiding being hit by his hands, but he doesn't let you moveany further back before his fingers are curling around your own,pulling you into him.

Youlet out an 'oomf' as your chest hits against his and he is suddenlymouthing words into your face - “I'll never let go, Jack.”

“Matt,you are the worst at-”

Yourwords are silenced by his lips pressing against yours. It all happensso suddenly, an unexpected gesture that has the air sucked back intoyour throat and your eyes widening, whilst making your muscles relaxall at the same time. It was a weird mixture of panic, confusion andrelief. It made your head go foggy.

Inseconds you have eased into it, your hands coming up to comb throughhis hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You can feel himgrinning into the kiss – the cheeky fucker had been planning thisthe entire time.

Butin this moment, you can't find the will to care. You get lost in themoment as he trails his lips from your own, down your jawline andonto your neck before pulling away, a smile on his face.

“Nowtell me you don't know that that's Titanic. Tell me.”

Youcan barely speak, a desperate pant escaping your lips instead of yourusual sarcastic reply that you were so used to giving him. He grinsdown at you, taking your hand in his once again.

“Ohyeah, spoiler. Jack dies.”

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bruhnushka · 7 years

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did you really not know (anthony ramos x reader)

request: anonymous: *slides u 10 bucks* heyo bud! Can i request a anthony ramos x reader where reader is an understudy in Hamilton and has a huge crush on ant & some of the other castmates have a running bet about when the reader will finally talk to him. And one day the lin and daveed are teasing the reader and ant's like "who ya talking about" and yeah, fluff (sorry if its confuzzling + thank you<3)

Summary : fluff betweeen you & anthony bc u 2 belong togehter and people teasing and jfakdsfj;adskjf

Warnings: hardcore fluff, embarssment, cussing, u getting EXPOSED, you kissing daveed, anthony being dumb

a/n - lots of these r in my inbox im working my way though them and hello anon i will gladly take that ten dollar foudning father without a father out of your hands.

Oh, he was cute. You were an understudy for eliza schuyler-hamilton, and you had just glanced your first view of john laurens/phillip hamilton. your heart started to race and blood rushed up to your cheeks as you slowly counted back from ten, the seconds it would take for him to realize that you were staring. you weren't just ‘oomf, oops, sorry for just glancing at you i spaced out’, you were staring staring. and then he looked up, and blushed, and you feel straight into daveed.

“woah there pony boy” he laughed, as he extended a hand to help you up. you shyly glanced at your feet as you stumbled onto your bearings.

“so-sorry” you muttered. daveed laughed again, a roaring, loud, laugh which made a hint of a smile ghost your lips.

“there’s that beautiful smile i was looking for! hey, aren't you the new eliza understudy?” he asks you, grinning widely. you look up and nod, starting to feel more comfortable.

“let me show you around!” he volunteers. you nod again, and he grabs your arm, and drags you around.

“thats our national treasure, aka, oakierite onadowan.” daveed laughs. oak turns around and gives him a deadly ‘are you fucking serious’ look.

“you literally could not have pronounced my name worse” he rolls his eyes, laughing. you couldn't help but chuckle, and daveed continued to show you around. during lunch, phillipa caught you making heart-eyes to anthony, who was across the room, laughing with daveed about something.

“so, you caught the anthony-fever too?” she asks, nudging your elbow slightly.

“whaaaat? i have absolutely no idea-” you look at phillipa, rolling her eyes, “ok yeah i may have a little bit of a crush on him.” she laughs, and slugs her arm over you.

“its like destiny or something, every eliza understudy ever falls for him. unfortunately though, anthony’s a huge player and your heart couldn't have fallen in a bigger hole than it just did.” she teases.

“hey- you never know, i just might grow out of it.” you shrug hopefully.

“sure you will.”

it had been about three months since you came officially on the cast. they were absolutely wonderful to you. but you avoided anthony like the plague. almost your second week of the third month, you stumbled upon a piece of paper left haphazardly on one of the couches.

pippa: 6 months 11$

daveed: 4 months 10$

lin: 8 months 8.56$

oak: 10 months 9$

groffsauce: a lot of fucking time 20 cents

ariana: i believe in my girl, ill go with 5 months 15$

the list went on and on. you had no idea what this paper was about, but you stuffed it in your back pocket and grabbed your backpack from the side of the couch. you had left it there yesterday on accident. it felt heavier than usual. suspiciously, you looked through the bag to find about three of anthony’s shirts, you'd know since you'd memorized his work closet, stuffed inside your backpack. rolling your eyes, you looked for anthony. you knocked on his door when you spotted it.

“come in!” he yelled, and you carefully opened the door. a shirtless, confused anthony came into view, making your breath catch and all planned words fall into a stutter.

“u-u-uh i-i ha-v-ee-ve- yo-u-ur sh-i-i-i-r-rt” you barely got out, and anthony’s eyes widened in surprise.

“ohmygod! y/n what are you- ahhh” and he let out a string of incoherent words in spanish.

“uh-oh god- sorry for barging in on you but those dumbasses put your shirts in my bag.

“thats where they went! jesus christ I've been searching for them for like an hour and a half now. how'd you know it was mine?” he asked as he took them out of your hands.

“you literally wear the same five shirts everyday of your life.” you laugh, as he slips one of the shirts back on. “anthony i-” you start, thinking about asking him out, but then was interrupted by a phone call.

“sorry got to take this, one second.” he says, and picks up the phone.

“hey babe!” he grins, and your heart and smile drop. “nothing, im on my way right now love you too!” and with that he leaves, no good bye or anything. you were startled, and in shock you go back to your dressing room couch and sit down.

“surprise! did you do it? did he ask you out?” your friends all jump out from behind the couch and yell. “wait- somethings wrong. y/n?” phillipa stopped them and sat down beside you. you started to cry into her jacket and they realized what had happened.

“that son of a bitch-” “he has a girlfriend, i cant-” you start but phillipa shushes you and you cry. the cast comforts you as they glare angrily in the general direction of anthony.

anthony furrowed his brows as he saw you laughing with daveed about something. he didn't feel particularly jealous or anything, just there was something boiling at the pit of his stomach and he couldn't knock that feeling off. he needed to get a breath of air, so he walked outside. meanwhile, daveed was teasing you about anthony.

“honey, it is so obvious. he's not even dating anyone anymore!” phillipa pointed out, waving her finger around.

“can we not talk about him for once? all we do is talk about him. everyday.” you sighed, and picked up a fry from the bowl in front of you, munching on it with a pout.

“aw, ok fine. what do you want to talk about? we have no shows today and everyones free.” jonathan asks. you look at him and furrow your brows.

“lets go to chipotle.” you suggest, and everyone whoops. so there you guys were, everyone in their full costumes, walking to chipotle. anthony was outside, talking on the phone to someone. daveed saw him and leaned over to snake his arm around your was it. you looked up at him quizzically, and he whispered “just go with it” to you. he nodded his head towards anthony and suddenly you understood. you snuggled into his arms and crossed the street. people started to take photos of all of you guys and notifications on your phone started buzzing. you echoed instagram, looking at the photos people tagged you in.

@ brownmagiic ((my instgram self promo)) [photo] my mans @ daveeddiggs is cheating on me!!!! but i would too if i had the option to date someone like @ y/u/n

@ hamleton [photo] CONSPIRACY THEORY TIME!!!!!

you rolled your eyes and laughed, occasionally glancing towards where anthony slugged behind you. he glared at daveed and you couldn't help but laugh more. as you and saved ordered your food, anthony sulked in the corner booth of chipotle.

“what is it?” phillipa says , and anthony rolls his eyes.

“nothing.” he huffs, turning away from her.

“is it y/n?” phillipa laughs. anthony shakes his head vigorously.

“what? no! i could never like-” “oh shut up” she laughs, “we all know it. man up. ask her out.”

“but shes-” “with daveed? no-” “then explain that” anthony points at daveed kissing you square on the lips.

“wha-wh- w- what” she stuttered out, confused. anthony storms out, face red.

phillipa graciously stomps over to the two of you.

“what was that?” she growls.

“we just kinda got into it and then leslie was like you two should kiss so we did and-”

“go apologize to anthony! he was about to ask you out! go! now!’ phillipa pushed you out the door to meet anthony, sitting on the curb.

“anthony?” you asked him, eyes pleading him to answer.

“hmm?”

“what happened?” you shyly asked, taking a set next to him.

“nothing-nothing really. uh. just, theres this person i like. and they uh- they like someone else. and its really hard.” he says looking up at you.

“i can assure you that person does not like who you think they like” you laughed.

“wel, then who do they like? because they've been avoiding me.” anthony says with a breath.

“they havent been avoiding you. they've just been scared to confront you because if they do-” you stopped yourself.

“what? what will happen if you do?” anthony turns his whole body towards you.

“then id have to admit to myself that i really do like you. anthony, i really like you.” you let a sigh esca[e and he spends a few seconds just looking at you. suddenly you both are kissing and cheers are heard from all around you, several cameras on.

“fi-fucking-nally!” daveed yells.

you guys laugh as anthony holds you close.

a/n p. 2 - ANTHONY CUT HIS HAIR WHAT THE FLIPPTY FUCk???? FIRST LIN NOW ANTHONY.???? WHAT NEXT? DAVEED ???? I CANT STAND THAT HIS HAIR IS THE REASON I AM ALIVE TO THIS DAY HELPDS DFHASKDHF;L

#hamilton imagines #anthony ramos imagines #anthony ramos x reader #john laurens x reader #phillip hamilton x reader #hamilcast #rpf #baguette fics

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raendown · 7 years

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Chapter 48

Yet another pairing that I have never written before but fell in love with because of a prompt for the Soulmate Collection. You guys are going to kill me.

Anyway have some ShikaNaru under the cut or on AO3.

Pairing: ShikamaruNaruto Soulmate au: The one where you have no shadow until you meet your soulmate

As a member of the Nara clan, Shikamaru was under certain pressures that no one else was. From the time he was old enough to understand what a soulmate was he was encouraged to try his hardest to find them. It wasn’t that other people didn’t care about soulmates, although many people never found theirs and lives perfectly full lives without them. But being from the Nara clan was different.

A Nara without a shadow was no Nara at all.

Shikamaru was only six years old and yet already he was being forced in to extra training at home. He would start the academy soon and his grandfather had insisted that the faster he graduated, the faster he would get out on missions, travelling the world in search of the person who would give him his shadow. Shikamaru thought they had it all backwards. Shouldn’t they be worrying more about finding the person they were meant to spend their lives with? What if he didn’t think he was ready for that yet? He was only six years old. He still thought kissing was gross. What did he know about being together forever?

Escaping when his grandfather was distracted wasn’t the smartest thing he had ever done. He would certainly catch hell for it later and his father would catch double that for conspiring to help him. But Shikamaru decided that a couple of hours to himself to just run about the village and be nothing but a normal six year old was worth the trouble he would get in.

He felt free of worries for the moment as he cut across a line of rooftops, making wild leaps that would have his old grandfather in apoplectic fits. He and his elder hadn’t gotten along very well since that time Shikamaru had suggested that living his life without a shadow wasn’t really a big deal. Every other ninja managed just fine so it wasn’t like he would be devastated without it; he just wouldn’t be able to learn any shadow-style jutsu. He’d almost been disowned for that comment.

The sky above him was such a beautiful blue and the few clouds there were had a cotton fluffiness that never failed to make him smile. Shikamaru made his way to his favorite park on the south side of the village, the farthest he could get from the clan compound. When he got there he was delighted to see no one else around. This way there was no one to tell him to stop being lazy as he lay back in the grass at the top of his favorite hill, folding his arms under his head to watch the clouds drift by.

He had only been there for ten minutes or so when suddenly the branches of the tree above him began to rustle. He looked up just in time for a large colorful blur to drop down on top of him with a tiny cry of dismay.

“Oomf!” All the breath in his body was knocked clean out of him and a sharp elbow caught him in the stomach. The form on top of him wriggled and flailed until Shikamaru managed to shove it off of himself.

“Sorry! I’m real sorry!” A voice was saying. Small hands fluttered about trying to figure out if he was okay. Shikamaru pushed them aside and sat up, rubbing his stomach.

He mumbled that it was fine and looked up, startled by the incredible brightness of the person looking back. It was a boy about his own age with hair the color of sunshine and a shirt so orange it gave him fruit cravings. He also had a huge smile once he saw that his accidental cushion was alright.

“Hi! I’m Naruto!” the boy greeted him in a loud voice. Shikamaru waved a little.

“I’m Shikamaru. Why were you up in the tree?”

“I like climbing!”

“Troublesome.”

Shaking his head, he watched Naruto run back to the tree and scramble up in to the lower branches again. His legs were just a little too short to do it with any amount of grace but he reached his former perch a dozen feet up by sheer determination. Then he looked down with a wide grin.

“Climbing is fun! I pretend I’m a tree too and I pretend I’m tall and I have a shadow that covers everyone in the whole village!” He looked really proud of his imaginings. “It’ll be great to have a shadow someday.”

“You already have a shadow,” Shikamaru pointed out. The boy frowned.

“Nuh-uh! Don’t make fun of me just because you have a shadow!”

Shikamaru put his hands on his hips and shook his head. This boy was weird. And blind, apparently.

“I don’t have a shadow,” he called up. “But you do!”

He watched in bemusement as Naruto twisted his way back down through the branches he had just taken the time to climb up. When he reached the lowest one he hung on with his hands and leapt ungracefully for the ground, landing right next to Shikamaru. Then he huffed.

“Haven’t got a shadow! You do!” He insisted, poking Shikamaru in the chest. They glared at each other with all the fury their six year old bodies could muster until a thought occurred to both of them at the same time: to check.

Both boys looked down at their feet and cried out with surprise. Starting under their shoes and pointing off in the same direction were two shadows, dark after-images of themselves drawn by the sun above them. They looked back up at each other and Shikamaru knew instantly what this meant. He was from the Nara clan after all, a clan of geniuses.

“I think this makes us soul mates,” he said quietly. Naruto gaped at him.

“Really? You mean I’ve got a soulmate?” His face split in to a huge grin again. “That’s awesome! What do we do now? How do you be soulmates?”

“Uh…” Shikamaru blinked, his mind racing. “I think it means we’ll be best friends forever? Dad says I’ll understand more when I’m older.”

For a moment he thought Naruto might start to cry. Then the other boy surprised him with a hug that was more like a tackle. They tumbled over on to the grass where he had been laying down before, arms tangled around each other.

“Does that mean I don’t have to be alone anymore?” Naruto asked quietly. Shikamaru didn’t know why someone as bright as Naruto would ever be left alone but he knew the answer without even having to think about it.

“Yeah,” he said. “You’ll never be alone again. I promise.”

#soulmate collection #rae writes #shikanaru #shikamaru #naruto #fanfiction #naruto shippuden

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