#impromptu

@angel-b-torture

If you want me

“You know, Shikadai,” Shikamaru snapped a shogi piece on the board, “There was one time I almost lost your mom.”

The junior Nara lifted his brow at his father, “When?”

Shikamaru’s mind played in recollection as he spoke. A slight pain, though no longer a bother, still pierced him like a needle prick.

He had called for a clan meeting to announce his decision to marry Temari of Sunagakure.

Genuflexed beside him on the tatami floor, Temari was the epitome of resilience, devotion and strength - an unrivaled complement to the young head of Nara clan.

But the clan elders were unable to accept.

Different upbringing. Different culture. Different mindset. Most importantly, different bloodline.

A foreign woman. An alien.

Affronted, scorned, insulted, as if the union was a contamination to the clan. They said these in silence, but Temari heard it, roaring like a black blizzard. Her dignity and pride incised and bled, and she found herself standing at the massive gate of Konohagakure, wanting to leave it all behind.

“Temari! Where are you going?!” A voice called out, stern enough to hold her back.

Her reply raspy, “Home. I’m leaving.”

“What about us?”

“US?” Temari pivoted back to face him. Shikamaru was stunned, noticing the pearls of tears that hung from the corners of her teal eyes. “YOU DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING TO SAVE US!”

He felt the ghost of the thirteen-year-old crybaby entering him. “I was…”

“You were what??”

“I was thinking!”

“Thinking about what?!”

“TEMARI! THERE’S SO MANY THINGS TO CONSIDER! I HAVE TO THINK THIS THROUGH!”

“SHIKAMARU!”

His right cheek suddenly bloomed red, as fiery as the dusk sky. Touching the skin, tender and mildly swollen, the lightning slap was just the system reboot he needed.

“If you want me, show me.”

Seeing the pool of tears spilling from her eyes, he was reminded again why he decided to marry this woman.

The deepest kiss landed on her quivering lips.

The decision was not derived from his mind’s calculations or analysis. This was one of those times, where his heart overruled with no margin of error.

Temari dived into his brown eyes with words loud but unspoken.

“If you need me, tell me.”

Her gaze dwelled in his soul, killing his coward self and awakening the sleeping braveheart.

“I need you, Temari,” he declared, sharing her breath, “I need you, now and forever.”

“If you have me, show me off.”

Clutching her hand, they marched back to the house of elders. Entering the Nara clan estate, eyes sharp on them, whispers stung, but they ignored them. They made the choice to.

Us against the world.

“If I’m worth it, fight for me.”

In front of the elders, he held on to the hand he had sworn to hold for the rest of his life. Glancing briefly at his future wife, he affirmed.

“I’m the head of Nara clan, Nara Shikamaru, and I hereby announce that I'm taking Temari of Sunagakure as my wife. She is a powerful, formidable and respectable shinobi in her own right. She is nothing short of perfect, and I see nothing wrong for her to be a part of our clan where she can lead us to greatness and prosperity.”

Her face beamed, so bright that it blinded everyone in the room. Her hand tightened on the man who would soon be her husband, as she watched him deliver his resolve, “You can say whatever you want: My decision is FINAL.”

Shikadai smirked, “It’s troublesome, Oyaji, but it’s good to say it sometimes.” His eyes scrutinized the board with a frown, hand reaching out to a piece when her voice paused his movement.

“Wait.”

Temari peeked over her son’s shoulder, lifted up another piece before lowering it gracefully till it settled with a click.

“Checkmate.”

“I didn’t see that!” Shikadai’s eyes widened, “Mom, that’s brilliant! We won!”

Lifting her eyes at Shikamaru, silently proclaiming her victory, Temari grinned - it was the same sheepish grin she had when she came to his rescue and wiped out the whole forest to defeat Tayuya.

“Can you help me to prepare the dinner table, Shikadai?” Temari said with her motherly tone, uniquely bold but gentle. Shikadai, being the good child, nodded and hopped off, elated from the win.

“Our son’s right, you know.” She murmured, “It’s good to say it sometimes.”

The shogi board shifted away, as knees shuffled towards her in solemn haste until he was close enough to cage her in his embrace. Their foreheads met.

He almost never needed to say it, because she could always hear his soul heralding his love for her.

Still. It’s good to say it sometimes.

“If you want me, show me.”

His lips sealed hers. Always yearning, always needy.

“I love you, Nara Temari.”

Cupping his cheeks, she kissed him back with a love quiet but fiercely loyal.

Waiting to give my impromptu (thankfully my friend said the prompts aren't too scary... Hopefully...)

Then I needa give my Speech on anxiety (ironic isn't it?)

And I have I till 4:30 to do so :')

Hahshahbdhahhdajhdhsggs

Ghost meets reader at a bar.

Reader was dared by their friends to say hello to the man in the skull mask at the end of the bar with his buddies

You wager a drink that you can get him to talk to you

You walk right up to him and introduce yourself.

He's taller than you, even sitting down while you're standing up.

Soap and Price are speechless as Ghost just looks at you before introducing himself right back to you.

Is he smiling under that mask?

Who is this cutie just walking up to him like he's a normal average person not wearing a skull-painted balaclava?

When I feel like I can't be me?

When I don't know what to think,

What to feel,

Or what to say.

Tell me, where do I go then?

When my entire life lately has been a game of hide and seek.

Minus the seek.

To write down my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams, even my demise.

Just to end up shrivelling that piece of paper and toss it over my shoulder.

Lack of privacy,

I have nowhere to grow.

I have nowhere to be.

To refuse to spread my wings and fly in these harsh conditions,

Where I am limited to be my authentic self.

Around toxic people, places, and things that have their tight grip on my neck.

Stuck on survival mode,

It seems best to bite my tongue and swallow my soul.

Just until I leave this place,

Until I step out that door and breathe in that fresh air.

The only times I feel alive, the only time I feel worth something.

Thank you Tumblr.

Thank you YouTube.

Thank you Andy Black.

Thank you long bus rides.

Thank you gym.

Thank you work customers.

You keep me sane, with what little sanity I have.

You keep my spirit flame alive.

Because from time to time I am just that helpless Charmander,